C7 (2/2)

I didn't even know what kind of emotions I was feeling. When I went back, I ruthlessly kicked my foster father's coffin twice.

”Why!? What have you done in your life! Why do you have to bear such pain when you're dead! ”

At this moment, the surroundings were completely silent. There wasn't a single person around. I finally squatted on the floor, hugged my head and started to sob softly.

He didn't want others to see his weak side. Without any backing, he could only secretly cry in a corner …

What could be more sad than this?

After staying in front of the coffin for an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps coming from the courtyard.

Our village's courtyard is very big, it's the same for our village and Aunt Zhang's house, it's just that right now, the entire courtyard is filled with weeds, although the house is clean, but from the looks of it, it's been a long time since anyone has lived here.

The sudden sound of footsteps made me abruptly raise my head. The one who walked in was actually an old lady in her seventies.

I know this old lady. She's from the village, and people from the village look for her when they have a headache or when their child is frightened.

But the old lady wasn't a doctor, she was a surrogate. In the countryside, some children were often sick because of their poor health, or they often came across something unclean. Usually, they would use straw as a surrogate and move all the diseases to the surrogate.

Everyone in the village called this old lady Grandma Daocao. Although she was also a member of an evil clan, Grandma Daocao was different from a foster father.

The Grandma Daocao is very respected in the village, unlike us who are despised by others.

At this time, the adoptive father had just entered the coffin and the coffin hadn't closed yet. Logically speaking, it was the time to mourn, and whenever this happened, people would come and see the last corpse. This was also the meaning of the existence of the spirit shed.

I thought that it would continue to be desolate, but I didn't expect that the respected Grandma Daocao would actually come.

I hastily stood up, walked to the front of the Grandma Daocao and kowtowed to him.

Grandma Daocao wanted to help me up, but I was old and my body wasn't that nimble. I was even using a walking stick, and the moment my body leaned forward, I almost fell to the ground. I quickly stood up to support Grandma Daocao.

In fact, ever since I can remember, I have never interacted with the Grandma Daocao, and have only greeted them a few times.

”Thank you for coming …”

He didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head and say these words.

You have to understand that, for a person as respected as the Grandma Daocao to visit a scum like my foster father, if word of this were to spread in the future, it would affect her reputation.

Grandma Daocao stabilized her footsteps, then shakily walked to the side of her foster father's coffin and took a look.

I roughly arranged the remains of the adoptive father, but his face was still as malevolent as ever. According to our rules, we have to completely close the coffin before we can wash the corpse and change its clothes.

When Grandma Daocao saw her adoptive father's corpse, she was clearly shocked as well. However, she quickly calmed down:

”This kid is so young, why must he suffer?”

Grandma Daocao was more than seventy years old, so calling me an adopted father was not an exaggeration. After that, Grandma Daocao walked to my side and said to me:

”Girl, your life is also miserable. You've been relying on this since you were young, now that it's suddenly gone, I wonder how much suffering you'll suffer in the future.”

Hearing Grandma Daocao say this, I shook my head.

”I never needed such a support.”

Depend on... If the suffering he had endured since he was young could be counted as a form of reliance, then what was the point of relying? It was just adding to his grief!

After Grandma Daocao heard what I said, she was slightly stunned for a moment, and then said:

”It seems that you have a deep prejudice against him. Your father must have had his own difficulties …”

Grandma Daocao seemed to have something in her words, as if she wanted to remind me. At the same time, she lightly placed a hand on my shoulder, and then tiptoed and tried her best to whisper into my ear. It was as if she wanted to say something to me.