Three Women in the Cage

Looking at them supporting each other and crying, they looked so close, as if they had become the closest family. Yang Yu smiled bitterly, after all, he had become a superfluous person in front of others.

She looked at all this in a daze. No matter what time it was, they never forgot to exclude her. She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. After all, the human heart was like a thousand mountains apart.

She suddenly didn't understand the meaning of her still being here. Was this trip just a sentimental one?

However, at this moment, I have no choice whether to go or stay. I am put in this awkward position and have no control over myself.

I can't just walk away, because I can't get over it in my heart. After all, he is my third brother, and I have to see him off.

Should I stay? Compared to them, how distant was my relationship with my third brother? How could I possibly be close to him? I was stuck in the middle, unable to move forward or backward.

Night slowly approached, and the night in the villa became more and more desolate. There was no light anywhere, only sporadic dim lights flickered in the main courtyard of the villa.

In the dim light, a bright red coffin was vaguely reflected, lying there quietly, motionless, facing the cold dark night from afar, as if it would melt into it in the next moment.

The coffin was crowded with people in mourning, and circles of people outside stopped to watch.

A cold wind blew into the crowd, and everyone shivered and had to wrap their clothes tightly.

After a while, the mournful cry of Suola was the first to sound, and then all kinds of mournful music echoed each other. For a moment, the dense symphony of funeral music, one after another, pierced the bottomless darkness.

Ma Mei and Yang Jin knelt in front of the coffin, wailing loudly to the funeral music, crying their hearts out. Yang Su followed closely behind them, pulling Chi Lin, crying their hearts out. Yang Qing rushed over, squeezed in between them, and cried breathlessly.

Yang Yu and her three sisters knelt silently behind them. She could not express their heart-wrenching sorrow, nor could she cry as heartbrokenly as they did.

They couldn't squeeze out tears from their eyes, as if they were numb. They stood there stiffly, like an awkward presence.

Facing the strange looks, Yang Yu smiled bitterly. At this moment, they seemed to have become heartless and heartless people.

Why can't I cry anymore? Why can't I be moved?

Is your heart cold? Is it numb? Haha…

The three sisters didn't understand why they couldn't cry at this moment? It was as if every organ in their body was fighting against their thoughts, making them appear cold and hard in front of the world about the death of their loved one.

Later, at some point, Ma Mei and the others fainted from crying and were hurriedly taken to the side room. They were all taken away, leaving only Yang Yu and her three sisters who acted cold and hard.

Facing strange looks and malicious pointing fingers, Yang Yu took her child and endured it silently without making any excuses. What could she say? Who would care?

They followed the ceremony silently until midnight. At this time, most of the people outside had dispersed. Some went to the next room to play mahjong, and some went to the remaining rooms to catch up on sleep. Only a few people were left outside, still tirelessly watching other people's stories.

The mournful music in the main room was playing faintly, and in the cold and icy night, it seemed particularly lonely and quiet.

The night grew deeper and colder, and gradually, the noise outside returned to silence.

It was not until dawn that the crowd gradually became lively. Yang Su, Chi Lin and others slowly walked out of the room, their faces full of the energy of a good sleep.

They cleaned themselves up and appeared in front of people neatly, attracting the attention of the crowd. After seeing their heart-wrenching performance of crying last night and their recovery of such spirits, everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that beautiful people can be decent at any time.

Looking at Yang Yu and the three sisters again, they were so decadent and miserable, they didn't look decent at all. What's worse, they didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end, nor did they show any grief for the death of their loved ones. But now they looked so depressed that people couldn't help but look down on them.

After a while, someone came to carry the coffin. The mourners walked at the front of the team, and the people in mourning followed behind the coffin. Wherever they went, there were flying paper money. The paper money swirled in the air and fell one by one where the coffin passed.

The funeral music was played with a sobbing tone, and the mourners behind followed step by step. The people in mourning were crying heartbreakingly to the sound of the funeral music.

The team walked continuously on the mountain road, approaching the dark mountain opposite.

Suddenly a few raindrops fell and stained the mahogany coffin. Soon the rain soaked the layers of wreaths. Everyone walked in a winding way on the road in the drizzle.

Looking at the rain reminded Yang Yu of the time when he sent his elder brother off. It was also such a morning, such a drizzle, and such a hesitant mood.

That day, the coffin was wet, the colorful wreaths were wet, there was also such continuous mourning music, and such heart-wrenching cries.

Everything is so familiar and yet so strange, as if we have returned to the time when my eldest brother left.

However, the place in front of me was too unfamiliar, without any trace of my hometown atmosphere, and it was filled with coldness.

She didn't want to experience the same situation again after a few years. She didn't know whether to lament the changes in people and things or the ruthlessness of time.

In the drizzle, everyone quickened their pace and headed towards the middle of the mountain. After a while, they finally reached the middle of the mountain. Looking at the lonely graves on the hillside, the green grass on them was lush and thick. A breeze blew by, bringing a chill, and the grass on the graves swayed.

They seem to be welcoming the arrival of new people, swaying and resounding in the wind, as if they have been lonely for a long time, a century has passed, and now they have ushered in new life.

The drizzle was still falling, and the coffin finally stopped in a pit half a person's height. As the soil covered it bit by bit, the coffin and the body inside were buried underground.

Slowly, a new mound of earth appeared in front of us. The soil on it was bright yellow and dazzling, and it looked so unique among the many green lonely graves.

When circles of colorful wreaths were placed there, it looked so different in the open space. In front of the tombstone, a big paper house was placed. The house was gorgeous and solemn, standing there.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon the deafening sound of firecrackers rang out. The exploded fragments were scattered in front of the grave, like a solemn final farewell to this new grave.

The firecracker fragments, like tears and rain, fell one after another, as if trying to keep something, or as if sighing. In the end, they were left here as a ritual.

When everything was ready, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only relatives who were reluctant to leave for a long time.

Ma Mei cried loudly in the rain for the last time. She threw herself into the rain and touched the tombstone persistently, as if she was reluctant to leave and seemed to be regretting that from now on, they would be separated and would never see each other again.

From now on, I can no longer share the coldness of this place with him. He will have to sleep here alone in the ground forever.

Yang Jin was dragged to prevent her from rolling into the mud. With the support of Yang Su, she cried uncontrollably.

In the end, no one knew who took them away, and they gradually moved away from the cemetery in grief.

Everything was quiet, only Yang Yu and the three sisters were still there, and everything seemed to be over.

There is no need to pretend anymore. The delicate relationship we have now no longer needs to be hidden. From now on, we will have no relationship and will go our separate ways.

But the third brother was left here in the end and could not return to his hometown. He was ultimately not buried with his eldest brother. One slept on this side and the other slept on the other side, looking at each other from afar.