“...... Be careful not to fall on the ground. ”

“...... No, mother......"

In the old man's dream, the scene changed.

In an old house, some mottled and decayed wooden doors were open,

A little boy, holding a somewhat yellowed porcelain sea bowl, tossed and turned, stepping on the solid but still somewhat uneven dirt floor in the house, running from the kitchen in the backyard to the edge of the hall.

A woman in her thirties, smiling, looked at the little boy, protected from behind, and followed closely.

“...... Mother, why does this pig's head look tasteless at all...... Are you going to use it for cold salad?"

The little boy put his feet on the porcelain bowl on the table in the hall.

“...... Would you like to eat cold salad?" the woman reached out and helped the sea bowl, then turned around and said to her child with a smile,

“...... You can...... It's like I haven't eaten pork in a long time......"

The little boy paddled his feet, looked, nodded again, and answered.

“...... If you want to eat, you'll be busy in a while...... Mother cut a piece of it for you and salad it cold...... But not yet, we'll have to wait a while. ”

“...... Why, mother......"

“...... Because, ah, this pig's head is for the gods to offer to your ancestors, for some of your grandparents to eat, not for you to eat, and after the offerings have passed...... to give you ......"

The woman smiled and said to her son.

“...... Why do you want to do it?" the little boy asked, looking at his mother with some confusion in his eyes.

“...... Because, those grandparents have helped us...... In the past, we had delicious food, but now that we have delicious food, we will give them delicious food...... People, don't forget your roots......"

The woman smiled and said to her son.

The little boy listened, still a little ignorant in his eyes, but still nodded.

“...... Okay, you stay here, and my mother will go get some more things...... Defend it, but don't let the cat steal it......"

“...... Got it, mother. ”

The little boy nodded emphatically,

The woman smiled, turned around, and walked into the next room.

The little boy stood there, earnest, with his feet on his feet, staring at the pig's head.

......

“...... Mother, mother...... I'll tear it for you too......"

“...... Okay, but be careful, don't tear it up......"

“...... No, mother......"

The scene changes again and again,

It's still the old house,

Outside some mottled doors, women sat under the eaves, on the threshold, with a basket on her lap, and in the basket there were a few wads of yellow paper money, and some torn paper money, and some incense and wax.

The little boy was barefoot, squatting in front of the woman, in front of the basket, very seriously, imitating his mother's movements, holding a small plate of paper money, tearing it carefully one by one, and carefully putting the torn yellow paper into the basket.

The sky outside the house gradually became dark in the process of tearing the paper money.

......

“...... Do you want to go with your parents?"

The scene changed again.

The night shrouded the village, and a slanting moon hung obliquely in the night, and stars dotted the night sky.

Some frog chirps in the fields in front of and behind the house, in the mountains and forests.

Still in front of the old house,

The woman was holding the basket from before, and in the basket were the boiled pig's head, the yellow paper money that had been torn before, and two wine glasses.

He asked with a smile looking at his son.

Next to the woman, the man looked at his son with a smile on his face, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of incense and wax in the other.

The little boy listened to his mother's words, put his feet on his feet, and looked out of the courtyard.

Outside the house, under the moonlight of the bright moon, it was not too dark, along the road, on the side of the road, and there were people burning paper money along the way.

Seemingly a little scared, the little boy looked at it, a little hesitant.

“...... It's okay, my mother is holding you ......"

Holding the basket in one hand, the woman stretched out her other hand to the little boy.

Seeing this, the man on the side took the basket held by the woman.

The little boy hesitated a little longer, and took his mother's hand,

“...... Mother, where are we going to burn all this paper money......"

As his father and mother walked out of the yard, it seemed that the previous fear had been left behind, the little boy looked around, and asked with some curiosity,

“...... Or the same as before, go to the bottom of the mountain......"

......

At the edge of the village, at the foot of the mountain, at the edge of the terraced fields, along the ridges of the terraced fields, facing the mountain, there are already many people who are either making a gesture, or squatting, or kneeling, burning paper, and worshipping incense.

The little boy followed his father, curious, looking, walked to the foot of the mountain, and stopped with his parents.

Men and women were busy, crouching down.

The woman took out the bowl with the pig's head from the basket and laid it on the ground.

The man placed two glasses in front of the pig's head, took a match, lit the candle, unscrewed the loose bottle again, and filled the glass with two glasses.

The little boy stood beside him, curious, looking, looking at his busy parents, and from time to time at others who were worshipping not far away.

“...... Come here, you can also come and burn some paper......"

The man took a handful of paper money from the basket, lit it by the candle on the candle, put it on the ground, and continued to take the paper money from the basket and add it to the burning paper money fire.

The woman looked, turned her head again, and beckoned to her son next to her.

“...... Good. ”

The little boy who was looking around nodded his head, answered, and walked over again, squatting in front of his father,

“...... Come, my son, come and burn some paper...... I hope you will bless my son and be safe and secure for the rest of your life......"

The woman moved the basket to her son.

The little boy stretched out his hand, put it into the basket, took out a handful of yellow paper, squatted, followed his father's example, and threw it into the pile of paper money.

The fire on the pile of paper money jumped lightly, and the reflected light of the fire reflected the little boy's somewhat flushed face.

The woman was beside her, her hands folded, and she was bumping and muttering to the mountain.

“...... Mother, did you burn this paper money to grandpa for them?"

The little boy squatted, curiously looking at the fire burning on the pile of paper money, and then turned his head and asked his mother curiously,

“...... Grandparents' have already burned...... Now, it's the grandparents that my mother told you before. ”

The woman turned her head again, smiled, and said to her son.

“...... So who are they and where are they...... Why haven't I seen it...... Why do you want to burn paper for them......"

“...... Because ah, they've gone somewhere else...... But they're all here...... Because, ah, they protect your father's mother's father, your grandparents, grandparents, and you have also protected your father......"

The woman smiled and said to her son.

“...... So who are they? ”

The little boy's eyes became more and more puzzled, and he looked at his mother and asked again.

“...... They're heroes......" The woman said with a smile as she looked at her child.

"Hero, what is a hero......

The little boy asked again with confusion in his eyes.

......

“...... Okay, come over and make a deal for these grandparents, and we'll go back...... When I go back, my mother will give it to you, and I will mix a piece of pig's head meat to eat......"

“...... Okay, mother...... There is pig's head meat to eat, there is pig's head meat to eat......"

Listening to his mother's words, the little boy made a gesture at the pile of paper money, and he jumped a little excited.

It seems that the previous doubts have been left behind.

The woman looked at her child, turned again, took the incense, and made a respectful gesture toward the mountain.