Liu Jiawei took out his car keys and staggered out the door.
He Zhou stopped him, "What are you doing? Do you still want to drive in this state? I'll go back first. You don't have to go back immediately. You can sleep here and leave tomorrow morning. "
The two of them were drunk and their faces were red. It was considered drunk driving. Moreover, it was even more dangerous to drive in such a cold and snowy place.
Liu Jiawei's eyes were red as he said, "What about you? You can't even flag a taxi now. "
He Zhou said as he put on his clothes, "My mom asked the driver to come over. He'll be here soon."
His family had a professional driver but he rarely used it. His mother drove herself most of the time. She would only bring a driver along for business trips or special occasions.
Liu Jiawei shook his head, "Forget it. I'll definitely go back with you. Let's go home and sleep."
Just as he said that, a car horn came from outside.
"Let's go then." He Zhou pushed Liu Jiawei out of the door, turned off the lights and locked the door.
A black car was parked at the entrance, its headlights flashing non-stop. A short but muscular man was standing at the side. When he saw the two of them coming out, he opened the car door.
He Zhou said apologetically, "Uncle Jiang, sorry to trouble you so late."
The driver's name was Jiang Kun.
"It's my job." Jiang Kun smiled nonchalantly.
The car drove at a moderate speed, and He Zhou fell asleep in the car.
When he reached home, he was woken up by the driver.
In front of He Weibao's house, there was a crowd of people. The lights were on.
When he entered the house, it was very quiet. He Weibao laid on the bed, motionless. He allowed his family to change his shroud. Just like his family, he held back his tears but didn't make a sound.
He loved his mother, he loved his grandpa, and he also loved his second grandpa.
He grew up listening to his second grandpa's stories. His second grandpa didn't study much but his life experiences were legendary.
His second grandpa's tone was very calm as he told his story to him. He listened attentively and gained a new understanding of history.
The magnificent history was made up of the joys and sorrows of countless small people.
He was still in a daze when Li Zhaokun gave him a list.
"Hurry up and buy what you need. Ask your Uncle Da Zhuang to drive the tractor."
"Okay, I got it." He Zhou took the list and looked at it. It was all about the things that needed to be bought for the funeral.
Naturally, the He family's men had to take care of the He family's funeral. However, Second Grandpa was gone, and He Manjun hadn't returned. His Grandpa, He Laoxi, was old, and it was difficult for him to walk. His Uncle was disappointing, so this kind of thing naturally fell to him.
"The money is in there. Record how much you use." Zhao Di handed a leather bag to him. "Just work hard these few days. Don't be lazy."
"Okay." He Zhou nodded.
Liu Dazhuang drove the tractor over. Liu Jiawei was squatting inside with a bitter look on his face. Obviously, he was unwilling to follow.
He Zhou didn't hesitate and got into the car. As soon as he got in, he realized that Liu Four and Liu Shan had also gotten into the car.
As soon as their tractor left the village, Li Long also drove the tractor to catch up with them. Pan Guangcai and Li Pei were squatting behind him.
When they arrived in town, it was pitch black except for the street lights. He Zhou was still worried that the shops and shroud shops would not be open. However, when he arrived, he realized that he had worried for nothing. The shops were already open, but only these two shops were open.
He was about to hand the purchase list to the boss when Liu Dazhuang waved his hand and pointed at the things at the door. "Move them into the car."
Then, he, Li Pei, and the others began to move beer, cigarettes, liquor, fruits, mung bean balls, paper money, firecrackers, and other things into the car.
"They sure know how to enjoy themselves." Liu Shan looked at his old man angrily as he moved. His old man and the others were sitting comfortably in the shop and drinking tea with the boss.
Li Pei smiled and said, "If you're not convinced, go ahead and say it."
Liu Shan snorted coldly and did not say another word.
After moving the miscellaneous things, Pan Guangcai counted and asked He Zhou to pay. From the beginning to the end, He Zhou did not say a word.
"You bunch of rascals are really useless. You don't even know how to drive a tractor." Da Zhuang scolded as he drove the tractor.
Li Pei smiled and said, "Uncle, if you dare to sit on it, I will drive it for you right now."
Da Zhuang said angrily, "F * ck off. Hurry up and get on it. I still want to live for a few more years."
The tractor then stopped in front of the shroud shop. This time, without saying anything, He Zhou and the others took the initiative to move the things.
Pan Guangcai called out and Pan Guangcai said that they were going to go home. He Zhou could not help but say, "Uncle, we didn't buy any pork, chicken, duck, or vegetables."
Li Long smiled and said, "The market hasn't opened yet, so there's no land to buy it now. I've already called them and asked them to send it over. You can just pay when the time comes."
"Got it." He Zhou was finally relieved.
When he got home, there was already a big stove at the door. Second Grandpa had already been carried to the central room. There was a brazier at the door and an old hen that had already been drained of blood.
He drank a bowl of spicy soup on the big stove, put on his mourning clothes, and sat cross-legged in the central room. When there were guests, Li Zhaokun would greet them and he, He Manrong, his uncle, and the others would kneel to greet them.
At night, they kept watch. He Yao could not stand it anymore and ran to sleep. He was just a nephew anyway. If he did not keep watch, no one would gossip.
He Zhou felt sorry for the exhausted He Manrong and went over to comfort her. "Aunty, why don't you go and rest? I can stay here alone."
He Manrong said, "How can you do it alone? Aren't you afraid?"
"It's my second grandpa. What's there to be afraid of? I grew up with him." He Zhou said nonchalantly.
"Really?" He Manrong asked uncertainly.
"Of course." He Zhou stood up and pulled her up. "You can go to the front yard and rest for a while."
"Then I'll come and take your place after midnight." He Manrong then went to rest.
He Zhou was the only one left in the house.
A gust of cold wind blew in and he shivered. The fire in the brazier flickered in the cold wind, and he suddenly felt a sense of eeriness.
He added some water to his teacup and read the news on his phone.
He drank cup after cup of water. Time passed, and he got up to go to the toilet.
A figure came from the corner of the wall. If it was not for the person holding a flashlight, he would have run away in fright.
"Hey, you're such a coward. How did you get by?" Pan Ying's face gradually appeared under the light at the door.
"People scare people to death." He Zhou heaved a sigh of relief.
"You're alone?" Pan Ying looked around the central room.
"Let me use the flashlight." He Zhou rushed to the toilet.
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