The winter in the north is different from the winter in the south.

In the southern winter, as long as the sun is out, the sky is warm and people are warm.

In the northern winter, no matter how big the sun is out there, the warm sun is still cold, the ice cold is in front, and the sun is behind.

It's not warm, and the cold makes you shiver.

Now it is.

It's bright and warm outside, but it's cold inside.

Lao Diao’s hometown is a small mountain village. The government has long since repaired the village-to-village. What is surprising is that in their village, not only are there village-to-village facilities, there are government-configured fitness equipment placed there, and there is also a large Fitness place.

This is donated by Lao Diao.

He also repaired the roads of the villagers behind the mountain.

Over time, the old hanging has become a legend.

It’s just that it’s not a very closed and modern village. It’s at the level of richness and respect. I don’t know what happened. Many villages in the empire have changed from being simple to this way: as long as you can make money, you are good. Kind of. No matter how you make this money.

Laugh the poor but not the prostitution.

Become a legendary old hanging, in the mouth of the villagers, it is the chief executive who bought a big house in the imperial capital.

I heard that he has slept with big stars!

What a stop! People are very rich, and they don’t even pick up one hundred dollars on the ground!

I think he is average. Last time I asked my son to find him and wanted to follow him. He didn't allow him. Huh, he said that my son didn't study and couldn't be a reporter. He didn't study either?

The villagers soon learned of the death of the old hanging.

There was a lot of discussion.

You are really eating inside and out. The old man built the road for us and set up a fitness place. Many of the dolls in our village were funded by him to go to school. Now that the people are dead, your mouth is too broken.

There are also people who speak justice.

All of a sudden, each said each.

Lao Hang’s body was placed in the yard of her hometown, and the mourning hall was erected. Sister-in-law Diao knelt down when she saw someone coming. This was a courtesy, but she did not cry like other daughter-in-laws. On the ground.

His sons and daughters knelt there with tears on their faces.

"Mom, is Dad dead?" the younger daughter raised her head and asked.

"Dad went to be a hero, and went to a better place to live." Sister-in-law said, gently touching her daughter's head.

"Mom, aren't you uncomfortable?" the son asked, wiping his tears.

"I'm sad." Sister-in-law's eyes looked at the old hanging in the frozen coffin: "But I promised your father, you can't cry, your father is a hero, I am the hero's wife, you are the hero's children, even if we cry , And you can’t roll around like people. Because if that happens, your father will feel shameless and he will be unhappy.”

The son was a little older. After he listened, he wiped away the tears, but the tears couldn't stop and continued to flow down. It's a baby after all, how can we not be sad without my father?

"You cry for you, don't get in the way, be good, our mother works hard, don't shame your father, remember, he is a hero." The sister-in-law touched the children's cheeks: "You are the children of heroes."

This was heard by the woman with a long tongue.

"Tsk tusk tusk, I said at the time, this man, how big a life he can do, he won't have that life!"

"That's it, you can't take a big name anymore. What does a farmer want to be the boss? Just make a small fortune, and make a big fortune."

"What to make a fortune? He has made a fortune but is still not satisfied, and he has to go to the Middle East to be a hero. The bullets rained, and he died without even getting on the plane."

"Become a hero? What kind of hero in this peaceful era? Hey, if I were him... I would save a million and earn interest..."

There will never be a shortage of women with long tongues in the village.

Not only women have long tongues, men also have long tongues.

In the past, seeing Lao Diao go home gracefully every year, some men must have complained and compared a lot of their wives. This time they found a way out.

Needless to say, those women are envious and jealous of her.

Now that all the dust has settled, they have found the conclusion: If you are not dead, don't take that burden.

"A person like him is just too crafted, what hero? No life! If it is me...I will make some money and save it for interest..."

When the sister-in-law came out from the mourning hall and went to the room to drink some water, a few long tongues who used to have a holiday said.

The sister-in-law stopped and faced them.

In the countryside, the rules of survival are a little different from those outside. The parents are short in the house, and they are sloppy, and the sister-in-law comes from here. She knew that no matter how many good things the old man did, when something went wrong, there would always be someone who would say cold things.

There will be upright people, but there will never be fewer long tongues.

The few people who saw the sister-in-law looked over, their faces were a little unsightly, and they all stopped talking.

But many people do think so.

"If it is you, you can save it for interest, right, dog eggs." Sister-in-law Diao asked, looking at him coldly.

"Hang...Hang sister-in-law...Sorry and change, I...I'll just say that..." The man said quickly. Although there is a lot of jealousy in the village, there is an ethics. If there is a funeral in the family, you can talk secretly. That's it, you still say it in person.

Others have to say you are bad.

Sister-in-law Diao smiled slightly: "Because, if it were you, you would never reach the height of my man. If it were you, you would not go to the imperial capital, would not follow Mr. Gao, and would not achieve the status of the starlight group hanging master. ,If it is you……"

Hanging sister-in-law raised her head slightly and proudly glanced at everyone.

The accent is stronger than when he triumphantly returned to the village with the old man.

She looked at this group of people so proudly.

"My man is a hero. You said he was not a hero. He died before he reached the Middle East. That's right, he died before he got there." With a loud voice, she pointed in the direction of the old man, and pointed to the sky. : "My man, died on the road to becoming a hero! You will never be able to compare!"

In a word, the group of men who said that they were eating interest dared not speak.

"Sister-in-law, just cry if you want to cry... Don't be stubborn." A woman stood up and said.

"Cry? Why should I cry." Hanging sister-in-law raised her head: "Not to mention that my man left me with more than 10 million assets, as well as the house of the imperial capital and the shares of Huantai. My man is a hero, he It’s an extraordinary person. I am a hero’s woman, and my children are also hero’s children. Why should I cry?"

As she said, she looked at a young man squatting next door silently wiping tears.

"Sanwa, don't cry, your uncle is a hero, don't want to cry, your uncle is thinking about you, I will teach you your tuition." Sister-in-law reached out her hand and wiped his tears.

"My uncle..." Sanwa wept loudly.

"I'm going to drink water, and after delivering my man in a while, let's talk about your study." Sister-in-law said, turning to enter the door.

"That's right, Lao Hao left her with tens of millions... Tsk tut."

"Hey, that's right, how can we compare the old hanging..."

"It's a pity to have the courage to go to the Middle East and just die like this. Fortunately, he is rich, and his baby can receive the best education in the Imperial Capital."

Several people started talking again.

Gao Leng walked out of the mourning hall, and several people stood up and bowed. Although they didn’t know the specific situation, they also knew that the man in front of them was a famous boss, famous, well-known, anyway, very famous, the kind that appeared on TV. .

Gao Leng's face has been bad, but he nodded lightly.

His brother died, and his witch never said anything again.

Looking up, the warm sun came out like it didn't come out, it was very cold.

After three days, Lao Hang was buried.

The first prying soil was pried down by the most respected person in the village. Following the prying soil, the body of the sister-in-law shook.

She almost couldn't help but cry.

But she held it back.

If you pay careful attention, you will find that the sister-in-law is dressed carefully, wearing a black commoner outside, but wearing a thin blue flower coat inside, the previous style.

She also stroked her eyebrows, pursed her lips with the red paper, and **** her hair, like a girl.

"Man, I brought you here, for the last time, do you look good at me?" Sister-in-law Diao sat quietly on the edge of the grave, watching more and more soil covering her man's coffin.

"That day, you picked off my pants in the cornfield, and I just wore this one. You said it was very good-looking, but I don't know if I'm still wearing it now." Sister Diao smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to touch it. Own hair: "Old, but you have nothing to dislike me, you are also old."

The mud is continuously covered.

Flying birds circling.

"I listened to you, I didn't cry, and they didn't think I was very miserable. They all said you were a hero. By the way, Mr. Gao is here too. I didn't cry. He felt better when he saw it."

"By the way, I have to tell you the most important thing. You can't ask for another daughter-in-law when you get there. You have to keep the bedclothes for me. I won't remarry here. I also keep my bedclothes for you. So when I get there, I will still sleep on your bed."

Having said that, she seems a little worried, so add one sentence.

"You are so powerful and a hero again. You can't be hooked away by the little girl over there. Even if you are hooked away, my wife will be me, you know?"

The time of sunset.

The grave is settled.

Gao Leng never walked over. He left the last time to his sister-in-law and asked them to talk about themselves. This was the last time.

When the grave was settled, Gao Leng walked over.

Diao's wife gently stroked Lao Diao's photo. On the tombstone, there was no horoscope written on the tombstone like others. Instead, it read: People who want to be heroes.

This is what the old guy said.

"If I die, but I become a hero, you write me on the tombstone: Hero Li Gaoda! By the way, note a hanging master."

This is Lao Hang's real name.

Sister-in-law nodded.

"If I die, but I didn't become a hero, then... Then you write: People who want to be a hero..."

Sister-in-law nodded again.

They all agreed, so just do it.

"Mr. Gao, you speak, I'll go over there, don't disturb you." Sister-in-law stood up and took a look at Gao Leng.

The whole process did not cry, which made Gao Leng feel distressed, but he did feel relieved a lot.

If it collapses completely, what should be done.

This clumsy woman is hard-spirited.

Gao Leng nodded, he sat by the tomb of Lao Hang, lit a cigarette for him, and the smoke fluttered into the sky, disappeared.

I don't know if Lao Hang can smoke there.

The cold tears fell.

He didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, it seemed that he didn't need to say anything, his brother understood.

Suddenly, Gao Leng's expression froze.

In his mind, the voice of the little witch came...