There are 120 people in our Linjia Village, which is a big family. Usually, the whole village must be in charge of weddings and funerals in the village. On the 19th of last month, I received a call from my mother in my hometown. She said that a newly married woman in the village passed away and asked me to go home with a few young people from the same village to attend the funeral.

I will never forget that day.

When she said this, Lin Juan's eyes became terrified.

Time goes back half a month ago...

"Juan, are you okay?" my cousin shouted in front of the dormitory.

"It'll be fine soon." Lin Juan stuffed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase.

My cousin said, "We will only go back for two days. You don't have to bring so many things. It's so troublesome to go back and forth. Look at me, just carry one bag, which is convenient and easy." She showed off the bag on her back.

"I understand." Lin Juan put on her coat and dragged the box out. "Let's go."

When I arrived at the downstairs of the dormitory, there was a boy (Lin Sen) waiting there. They were all from the same village and grew up together since childhood.

The three of them went out of the school gate together and took a taxi to the entrance of a supermarket.

A box truck parked on the side of the road in front of the supermarket.

After the three got out of the taxi, they got on the car.

There were five or six people sitting in the back box of the car, both between 18 and 30 years old. They were all from Linjia Village. This time we went back to attend the funeral together. The drive took about 4 hours, so we took out our wallet together to get a car together.

"You guys are so slow. We've been waiting here for half an hour." A young man with a buzz cut complained.

"Sorry, the school is far away from here." Lin Sen smiled.

The car started to set off.

At the beginning, the few people didn't say anything. When they were about to reach their destination, Lin Juan asked curiously: "How did the girl who died this time die? I heard that she had just married recently, so why did she..." There was basically no secret in the village, but this time she asked her mother on the phone, but her mother asked her children to ask less questions at every family.

The young man with a buzz cut replied: "It seems that he died of dying from a child."

The man in a suit said, "No, he was sick and dead."

The long-haired girl said in confusion: "The version I listened to is suicide."

"Why do everyone say differently?" This situation is very rare in the village. They are all the same family. Generally speaking, the cause of death is not hidden. "How did the girl die?"

The faces of the people all showed doubtful and strange expressions, and they looked at each other and shook their heads, "I don't know."

"Is there anything unspeakable in this?" my cousin asked gossip.

"Probably not."

"It's possible!"

Everyone was curious about the reason for the girl's death. Someone said, "You'll know if you go back and ask your elders."

Lin Sen spoke. "I only know that the girl did not marry voluntarily, she was forced to marry by her family. I went to pick her up that day, and the girl cried pitifully. Her stepmother kept pointing at her nose and scolding her, and the girl was dragged into the car."

"Ah? I don't know." Lin Juan recalled the scene on the wedding day, and it seemed that she had never seen the bride laughing throughout the whole process.

"It's been these days, and I'm actually forced to kiss you." My cousin felt incredible.

"So it's a stepmother!"

"I feel that the girl is likely to commit suicide. If it were me, she would definitely run away. She is really pitiful."

"Oh! It's so uncomfortable. I really don't want to attend such a funeral!"

"I don't want to."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the car arrived at the village.

The few of them got out of the car and went home with big bags.

Lin Juan stood at the door of her house and looked at the family who built the spirit shed in front of her. There were many people coming and going in front of the door, and everyone had a smile on their faces. It was sad that they didn't see anyone.

The mother walked out, "Juan'er, I'm back."

"Here I'm back."

"Are you tired? Are you hungry? Is it hungry? Mom has left you food and come in and eat."

"Mom, what's the name of the bride?"

"What are you asking about this?"

"How old is she?" Thinking about it carefully, when she saw the girl that day, she looked quite small, and she felt even younger than herself. "It's not a minor, right?" Lin Juan blurted out.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"But she looks so small."

"It's 24, but still young."

Is that face really 24 years old? Lin Juan expressed her great doubts.

"Do you eat or not? If you don't eat, I will feed the dog." The mother said impatiently. What's wrong with this child today? Why is he so concerned about a woman who has only seen him once?

"eat!"

The mother took her hand and asked with a smile: "How many days have you taken for leave?"

"Two days."

"OK."

The mother went to the kitchen to bring out the food, and sat next to her, the aunt watched her daughter eat all over the whole process.

Lin Juan, who had eaten and drunk enough, touched her round belly and said, "The food my mother cooks is fragrant, and it feels so good to go home."
Chapter completed!