Early in the morning of the third day, Qu Wanqiu came to the thatched house with a bag of broken silver that was easy to scrape, and Qu Zhong came with him, and he drove an ox cart with Yonghua's coffin on it.
Yan Kewang took the bag of silver and counted it carefully, and finally, with a satisfied nod, handed the cloth bag to a man standing beside him, and ordered him to put the cloth bag away.
Seeing that the man's face was expressionless and his movements were also very slow, Qu Chong rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, "Master, he doesn't walk very neatly, there won't be any problems." ” Yan Ke glanced at him, "He has just been alive for a few days, and his soul is not fully awake, so it will be fine in a few days."
Alright, let's bring someone in.
With that, he stepped through the door.
Qu glanced at Qu Wanqiu, and when he saw that he nodded at himself, he didn't say anything more, walked to the ox cart and took a few deep breaths, then opened the coffin, pinched the armpits of Yonghua's corpse with both hands, and picked him up and carried him on his shoulders like a child.
Now it's approaching winter, and it's in the north of the country, so there is no sign of decay on the corpse, but when it touches his stiff and cold body, Qu Chong's heart still beats heavily, and he always feels that Yonghua's hand hanging on his back is rubbing his body one by one, and a layer of goosebumps has arisen on his back.
Qu Zhong slowly moved into the house with heavy steps, and according to Yan Kewang's instructions, he put the body on a straw mat spread on the ground, and then sat down on the side gasping for breath.
"Have you had enough rest?
When you've rested enough, go back and pick up people tomorrow.
Yan Kewang's eviction order was not ambiguous at all.
"Can't we stay here?"
Qu Chong was a little surprised.
"Why, don't believe me?
If you don't believe it, you will take people away, and I will pay you back the money.
Yan Kewang sat down on the chair and slammed his mouth impatiently.
"Qu Chong, come out, let's go."
Qu Wanqiu was afraid of offending him, so he waved his hand at the anxious Chong Qu outside the door.
Qu Chong hesitated for a long time, went out without saying a word, and as soon as he walked outside the threshold, the wooden door was closed by Yan Kewang from the inside, and the knocker almost smashed on his back.
"Uncle, you just handed over the people and money to him, what if something goes wrong, this is all your belongings."
Qu Chong said uneasily.
"Don't say silver, even if he wants my old life, I will give it, Yonghua is my only child, but if there is a glimmer of hope, I can't give up."
"But" He wanted to say that this matter was completely unreasonable, the world was so big, there were no surprises, but this thing of resurrection from the dead, he had never heard of, but looking at Qu Wanqiu's old face who was desperate, Qu Chong couldn't bear to say anything more, and helped him towards the ox cart.
Before dawn the next day, Qu Wanqiu and Qu Chong came to the thatched house, the courtyard door was closed, there was no one inside, and the two of them didn't dare to call the door, so they stood outside and guarded, Qu Wanqiu held on to the fence, his body shook non-stop, staring at the door of the house, eager to poke a hole in it.
The door finally opened, and there was a person standing in the shadows inside, tall, with a figure that looked quite similar to Yonghua, Qu Wanqiu held his breath, clenched his fists, and watched the man step out of the threshold and slowly walked into the courtyard, he was wearing the shroud he had carefully prepared, with white flowers on a black background, which was very eye-catching in the sun.
"Yonghua."
Qu Wanqiu screamed, threw himself at his son, grabbed his arm, and rubbed his hands up and down on his face, "Yonghua, it's really you, you're back." ” Qu Yonghua didn't look at him, his eyes rolled up slightly, staring at the rising sun that had just climbed up diagonally.
"Yonghua, why don't you speak, are you hungry or not, Dad brought you some dry food."
As he spoke, he took out two jujube buns from his pocket and stuffed them into his son's hands, but as soon as Yonghua's hand was released, the buns fell to the ground and were stained with a layer of dust.
"The soul hasn't woken up yet, and it will be the same as before in a few days, what's the hurry."
Yan Kewang's voice came from inside the door, he walked outside the door, and pushed Yonghua's back, "Quick, go back with your father, I've been in a hurry for the past few days." ” Hearing him say this, Yonghua didn't say hello, he took a step and walked out, Qu Wanqiu turned around and knelt down at Yan Kewang, kowtowed three times, got up and chased after his son.
Seeing that the ox cart was far away, Yan Kewang shook his head and sneered twice, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back. ” The ox cart entered the village, walking up and down on the bumpy path, Qu Zhong sat in front with the horsewhip in his hand, and glanced at the two people behind him from time to time, "Uncle, do you see if Yonghua is a little fatter, this arm seems to be a lot rounder than before." ” After he had been reminded, Qu Wanqiu had only come back to his senses, no wonder he always felt that his son's appearance was a little different from before, but he couldn't think of the difference, it turned out to be fat, he took Yonghua's hand and pinched it twice, it was soft, not fat, but swollen.
I just wanted to tell him to pay attention to his body, but I found that my fingers had pressed his hand out of a few pits, pale blue, on the back of his swollen hand, which looked a little terrifying.
Qu Wanqiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of Yonghua's hand for a while before smoothing out those pits, but the bad feeling in his heart couldn't be smoothed out, he looked at his son's side face, and didn't think that he suddenly turned his head to stare at himself, and a dull smile overflowed on his face.
"Did you hear that?
The Yonghua of the Qu family is back. ” "I'll see you today, I heard that his father sold all his belongings, so he was rescued, and now both of them live in Qu Chong's house."
"I saw him today, but he doesn't look the same as before, he's fat, he's stupid, I don't know if he's sick."
"Shhhhh Qu Zhong carried the burden and walked straight through the crowd, and after walking for a while, his steps became faster, and finally he trotted all the way to the house.
His mind suddenly jumped non-stop, stirring his thoughts into a mess: the people in the village were right, but what they didn't know was even more strange, Yonghua since his resurrection, not only was he fat and stupid, he had not eaten a spoonful of rice or a sip of water for so many days since he came back, he would also move, and let him do whatever he wanted, but more often, he stayed alone in the corner of the house, looking at a place with dark eyes, and his eyes did not turn, like a puppet.