There was only a family of three in the private room. The three of them were two hundred years old together, but no one knew what to do now and no one spoke.

Such a scene is indeed something that ordinary people will never encounter in their lifetime.

Li Qinghui's tears blurred his eyes, his mind was blank, like a child, only knowing how to cry.

This is probably the most realistic expression of children in front of their parents.

Needless to say, infancy, many children will instinctively choose to cry in grievance in front of their close relatives, but they are particularly strong in front of strangers. As they grow older, such frank moments will also decrease. When the child has his own children, it is even more impossible to show such fragility in front of aging parents.

Li Qinghui couldn't suppress his emotions at this moment.

He was like a child who suffered a lot of grievances, and finally saw someone who could shelter him from the wind and rain.

He didn't cry, but tears kept flowing.

When the waiter outside saw that there was no quarrel inside, Li Qinghui turned his back to the door, perhaps saying something to his old mother. The atmosphere was quite calm, so he felt a little relieved. He had his own job, and after watching the situation for a while, he returned to the front desk.

In the private room, Li Qinghui was almost crying.

Uncle Li felt guilty and felt very distressed.

My own son, watching him grow up little by little, mature little by little, and grow white hair and wrinkles little by little. Now that the yin and yang are separated, he is crying like this again, how could he not feel sorry for him?

When Li Qinghui cried, Uncle Li also recalled Li Qinghui's childhood.

His eldest son has been obedient and sensible since he was a child. When he was still a little baby, he didn't let them worry. Other children fell and would cry loudly. He got up by himself and knew that he would pat the dust on his clothes.

When Li Qinghui was a child, he naturally cried.

His two sisters were sick and sad, and hummed pitifully, and tears were filled with tears, and he would cry. That was so anxious that he shed tears.

Aunt Li has a anxious temper and will cry when he scolds him indiscriminately. That is crying with grievance.

Uncle Li is busy with work and when he returns home for a long time, he will cry. It is a rare crying coquettish way.

...

Uncle Li remembers every time his eldest son cries. After all, he has not been a crying child since he was a child, nor a child that bothers his parents. The only few times are enough to make Uncle Li remember.

All those crying were not as surging as the scene in front of me.

Uncle Li's heart was slightly thrilling, and when he stood up, his body was a little staggering.

The father and son were facing each other, and their eyes were red.

Li Qinghui was just venting emotions before and didn't think of anything in his mind. Only then did he remember all the things before and after Uncle Li's death.

Tears surged out again.

He was very wronged and moved, and he was truly mixed with mixed feelings.

He had a lot to say to Uncle Li.

But as a son, he has never been a caring little cotton jacket for his parents. Although he has assumed more family responsibilities, he has less chance to reveal his heart to his parents.

Uncle Li is not the kind of person who can speak well. He is also mixed with emotion and wants to say too much for a moment, but he doesn't know where to start.

Should we explain our experience after death first? Or should we talk about his next plan?

I should tell my son about the rules after death, right?

What rules should be said and what should not be said... Don't say those dangerous things, so that your son will not worry...

Uncle Li thought a lot at this moment, but he opened his mouth and said something dry:

"You... are you doing well? Everything at home has fallen on your shoulders. Your mother is alone now, so you have to take good care of her."

Li Qinghui nodded vigorously.

This is not the first time he has heard Uncle Li say this.

When he got married when he was working, he had a twin... Uncle Li always had these expectations for him, and it remained unchanged for decades.

He is the eldest son, he is the eldest brother, and he needs to take good care of the family...

The father and son were so moved that they were so emotional that they could not calm down for a long time.

They are fathers and sons with similar personalities.

Aunt Li is not a person with this personality.

"Okay, okay, die or say this, are you tired? I am alone, my hands and feet are good, and my health is good. What are you worried about? When you are alive, I am not taking care of you. It is like you are serving me as a cow and a horse. I am serving your Lao Li family for decades." Aunt Li said bluntly, her mouth was like a machine gun, shooting bullets out, "Two big men know how to cry. Rub and cry like this... Are you acting in a TV series? None of the actors in the TV series are as good as you."

Aunt Li disliked the father and son while smoking tissues for them.

Uncle Li was still the same. As soon as Aunt Li criticized her, she felt that she couldn't bear to worry about her face. He stopped crying, and with a stern face, scolded: "What are you saying? Am I worried about you? What's wrong with my son crying when he sees me? A man doesn't cry easily, but he hasn't reached the sad place."

"Everyone, you are educated, you can recite poetry. I am an illiterate person, but I can't argue with you." Aunt Li perfunctorily reached out and rudely wiped Uncle Li's old face. "Your face is full of folds, and your face is still crying. The folds on your face are all ditches."

Uncle Li snatched the tissue from Aunt Li and wiped it casually.

Aunt Li is not gentle to her son, so she simply ignores her and asks her son to wipe her tears by herself.

Li Qinghui felt a little embarrassed, buried his head and wiped away the tears from his face.

Two tissues are not enough.

The father and son cleaned up for a while and also tidied up their mood.

Aunt Li asked Li Qinghui to sit down next to him, and she was even more like a person than Uncle Li, and said with a high attitude: "You have seen it too. Your father is like this now. The fewer people know about this, the better. Otherwise, our family will be annoyed. Your father will be annoyed too."

Li Qinghui was a little confused at this time.

He looked at Uncle Li and then Aunt Li, and realized a little problem.

His guess seems to be wrong.

As soon as his eyes and face showed, Uncle Li and Aunt Li noticed it.

"I now... after I die, I found a job." Uncle Li said cautiously.

Li Qinghui asked in surprise: "Work? Do you have to work even if you go down?"

What does this "going down" mean? It goes without saying.

Li Qinghui thought that Uncle Li had left the underworld, and today he was looking for an opportunity to come back to visit them.

He still calculated the time in his mind.

The first seven seven seven seven seven seven seven seven seven are over, and the winter solstice has not arrived yet. This time is not awkward or embarrassing.

Li Qinghui quickly remembered the young man Chen Junying mentioned.

Could it be that his mother asked the master to help bring the old man up from the underworld?

This is a possibility that is most in line with Li Qinghui's decades of life experience.

Of course, this experience belongs to the chaotic and vague worldview established after hearing about various superstitious stories.

Uncle Li guessed Li Qinghui's idea.

If it weren't for personal experience, he would probably think so.

If there is really something that science cannot explain in this world, it is that there is a sacred world that is opposite to the human world.

At most there is a sacred place.

Uncle Li doesn’t believe in the sayings of gods and ghosts. He believes in the fate of dreams.

Only then did Uncle Li start to consider the entire "world after death".

Originally, he was not going to tell Li Qinghui everything. Now, he has an extra choice.

"Well..." Uncle Li responded in a vague way.

Aunt Li looked at Uncle Li with a squinted eye.

"Is that young man? Xiao Chen from the neighborhood committee said there was a young man..." Li Qinghui asked afterwards and looked at Aunt Li.

Aunt Li hummed, but no answer.

Li Qinghui shrank his neck.

He saw that his shrewd and capable old mother had discovered the clues.

Aunt Li would never agree to her son find someone to stare at her and check her whereabouts.

Just as he talked about this, Li Qinghui's cell phone rang.

The police station called.

The police ran away and had not found Aunt Li yet. Even Li Qinghui, the person who called the police, could not be found.

Li Qinghui was very guilty and apologized for the others.

He wasted police force and caused many people to work in vain.

"...Hey, yes, my mother has found it. No, no, I haven't been cheated. Ah, uh... that person..." Li Qinghui didn't think about it and said anything.

You can't confess to the police that their family has successfully committed feudal superstition, right?

Although I can't explain the reason clearly, Li Qinghui subconsciously wanted to hide it.

This matter can be treated as a chat after dinner, just to tell colleagues and friends, and even Xiao Chen from the neighborhood committee, there is no problem. Tell the police... I always feel strange...
To be continued...