Chapter 41: I can not sleep

There is no airport in the small county seat. When Chen Xu turned the high-speed rail car back, it was already midnight.
The grandfather and granddaughter of the second grandfather, Chen Hui and Yan Xiaolan came to pick up Chen Su. Chen Xu and the two were not familiar with each other. After asking a few words about the death of the old man and the funeral arrangements, he didn't know what to say. The three were sitting in the car with a dull atmosphere.
"Sister, you look so good, don't you get a lot of money?" Yan Xiaolan's voice broke the silence, and she squeezed the big bag on Chen's lap. "This seems to be a brand. What's it called? American." "
"Oh, coach, my classmate gave it." Chen Xu deliberately carried the coach's large tote bag before leaving, so it was easy to pack things.
This bag was a gift from Nan Nan on Monday and March, and Chen Xu also liked it. It looks simple and generous.
"So good! Your classmates are so generous!" Yan Xiaolan touched the bag enviously, "I have never carried such an expensive bag."
Chen Su didn't know what to say for a moment, so she smiled.
"Living in a big city is good, with high wages, and you can afford anything you want," Yan Xiaolan sighed resentfully. "Unlike our small county, you can just pay a salary and eat Lasa and spend whatever you want."
Chen Xu had to say: "Small cities have the advantages of small cities. The pace of life is slow and the pressure is not so great."
"Sister, do you make a lot of money?" Chen Hui also joined the chat. "I heard my dad said that your house is worth millions, and it looks like a palace. It's beautiful."
Chen Xu smiled bitterly. "No, the uncle is over-recognized, that is, the ordinary decoration, the school's welfare room, it is not so expensive to buy."
It is indeed ordinary decoration. Hard decoration is the most basic simple decoration. Maybe the soft decoration and various small ornaments are more delicate, so it will leave a luxurious impression to the uncle who used to be a guest.
"Oh sister, don't hide it, who doesn't know that big cities make money. Isn't the news reported recently? Your average monthly salary is now 10,000. Ten thousand! In our small county, I really dare not think about it! "Yan Xiaolan stared at Chen Xu's bag, eyes full of envy.
Chen Xu: "..."
She felt that she was poor enough, and did not expect to be the object of envy.
Alas, people's cognition is really limited by their environment.
They are all small people crushed by life, but she stands on this dimension, and Yan Xiaolan stands on another dimension.
After a quick wash at night, Chen Xu didn't sleep well. Not my own bed.
When falling asleep, Chen Xu's cell phone suddenly vibrated beside the pillow. Chen Xu looked at the screen and froze. It was Zhang Qian's phone call.
She answered the phone somewhat flustered.
"Xiao Su, are you sleeping?"
Chen Suqing cleared his throat, "Sleeping, why haven't you slept so late?"
"I can't sleep," Zhang Qian said softly, "I miss you so much, I can't sleep."
Chen Xu: "..."
She never expected that Zhang Qian would say such a word to her. His tone was so intimate and natural, as if he had said this to her a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Infinite tenderness.
"Did you miss me?" Zhang Qian asked her, his voice was low magnetic, slightly hoarse, a
feeling that could not be described late at night.
Chen Xu began to tremble. Her ears were numb and her body softened. She wanted to say no, but her throat was choking and she couldn't speak. She held her phone tightly and her palms began to sweat.
"Speak, do you miss me?" Zhang Qian asked indifferently, but his tone was very spoiled.
My heart suddenly beats fast, and my breathing becomes short. Chen Su opened her eyes suddenly and woke up suddenly.
It turned out to be dreaming.
She dreamed. Dreaming of Zhang Qian saying she missed her, dreaming of Zhang Qian asking her if she wanted him ...
The moon's light came in through the window and dropped a silver square in front of the bed. Chen Su stared at the box, and suddenly there was inexplicable confusion in his heart.
What's wrong with her? How could you have such a dream?
Did she already like Zhang Qian before she knew it?
No, this is impossible. how can that be. Chen Xu closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake this crazy idea out.
She and Zhang Qian are not from the world at all.
Moreover, on the bench by the lake of the school that day, after she said those hints, Zhang Qian's behavior and behavior obviously changed.
His attitude towards her was still friendly and kind, but this kind and friendly was not the same as before, and had a more sense of distance.
He deliberately created this sense of distance, just to tell her that he had no other meaning to her at all, just a normal friendship. It was she who thought too much.
Chen Su, you're crazy ... don't think about it. Impossible, Zhang Qian doesn't like you, and you don't like him either.
It's just a dream, it can't represent anything, it can't explain anything.
Chen Su meditated in his heart, and fell asleep again.
Early the next morning, Chen Su was awakened by the noise. Uncle Chen Haisheng and his aunt Qian Meifang talked outside, seemingly discussing today's funeral.
Chen Su quickly got up.
"Xiao Su, we'll go to the funeral home after having breakfast in a while. Relatives are coming today. People are very complicated. You and Xiaolan can help you keep accounts."
"Okay, uncle." Chen Xu quickly agreed.
In the tradition of City F, funeral gifts are collected. Relatives and friends wrap them in white envelopes and hand them over to the account holder when they enter the door.
The spiritual hall was set up yesterday. When Chen Xu and his party rushed over, three other uncles and uncles in the family were also there.
When they saw Chen Xu, they all came around to say hello. Some people boast good news and others boast beautiful things, and some want to talk with Chen Xu about the boyfriend.
A group of people chattered and chattered, talking about the neighbor's daughter-in-law and the father-in-law who stole love, and laughed together.
Chen Xu couldn't laugh, look at the black and white portrait of Grandpa Er in the middle of Lingtang, and look at the people who laughed, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Grandpa Er is a very kind old man. After a hard life, he raised three sons and two daughters. Death at the age of 68 is nothing to be said of.
But his children and grandchildren didn't seem to have much sadness at the funeral.
"By the way, Xiaoxu, I have to discuss something with you." An uncle from my family suddenly called Chen Xu over, "Come here, come here."
Chen Xu walked over, several uncles looked at her, eyes full of expectation.
"Uncle San, what's the matter?" Chen Xu was a little panicked, and the eyes of the uncles made her feel that she was about to be entrusted with a heavy task.
"Xiao Xu, that's what happened," said Uncle San, "this funeral will cost a lot of money. We just calculated it, and it was about 12,000 on your dad."
Before Chen Su had time to speak, the second uncle interjected, "I have already helped you with the money first, and you can just hit the money on my bank card."
Chen Xu: "..."
what's the situation? She hadn't figured out anything yet, she already owed the second uncle 12,000?
"Second uncle, third uncle, what is the cost of this twelve? Can you tell me?" Chen Xu asked the two uncles with a smile.
Returning to the funeral must cost money. She had been mentally prepared, but a few uncles hadn't discussed it with her before, so she must ask where the money was spent.
The uncle and the second uncle looked at each other. The second uncle held his finger and counted it to Chen Xu. Money."
Chen Xu felt a bit wrong. "Isn't the second uncle, the second grandpa's cemetery already bought a dozen years ago?"
At the cemetery, Chen Su still remembers that her father Chen Linsheng paid for it. For this matter, Ding Shenglan also quarreled with him.
The second uncle coughed a bit awkwardly, and said vaguely, "Then there is a funeral team, and these banquets ... also cost money."
Chen Xu: "..."
What about co-authoring her family? A graveyard costs twice. If it's not a cemetery, just bury the funeral, her family will have 12 thousand, isn't it too exaggerated?
Grandpa Er has five children, plus her family. Six families share it evenly for 12,000, and the entire funeral cost exceeds 70,000. Has the price of small counties skyrocketed?
"How much is each item?" Chen Xu decided to ask clearly.
"Where can I remember at this time and a half?" The second uncle whispered at Chen Su, "The more money you have, the more stingy you are.
Chen Xu patiently explained to him, "Second uncle, it's not a concern. There must be a source for the money. After I figure it out, I will go back and explain to my dad."
The quarrel between the two parties was a little bit big. The women who just talked and laughed around, and they heard Chen Xu's words right.
"Speak straight if you don't want to spend money," Sansao changed his face. "It's all the Chen family. They have the money to give money, they have to give it power, they have more money, they have less money. Soothing, our old Chen family has no such people. "
Eryi also followed the rumor, "That is, how much money you make in your big city, I heard Xiao Lan said that you have to carry this bag for thousands. Just buy a bag for thousands, and pay for it. Your second grandpa can't bear to do the funeral ... "
"Xiao Su, you are forgetting the book." Another relative of the family shook his head. "At the time, your parents were busy with your grandfather's work. How good the second grandpa is to you, I will keep anything delicious for you. Go, you don't even want to pay for a funeral! "
"Isn't it? The richer the more the more wealthy they are," the second uncle said yin and yang, "the people who come back from the big city look down on us and don't treat us as elders."
Chen Xu: "..."
Ok. She earns 5,000 a month, and the poor, who have just reached the food and clothing line in big cities, have become rich.
"Uncles, I'm really not as rich as you think," Chen Xu reluctantly explained, "I am not a leaver when I'm a university teacher, but I work in a library, without project funding, and without class allowance. I'll take some dead wages every month to support the New Year's and New Year's Eve, and get some benefits.
"Don't shout poor," Sanshou said with a lip, "no money and carry thousands of designer bags? You are still poor, so we should all be beggars."
The author has something to say: sorry, it's late. A bit of a card written today. A chapter has been written for a long time.