Zhang Kun let Li Liang cry bitterly for a while, until Li Liang's voice began to be hoarse, and Zhang Kun said slowly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to your father's grave. ”

After speaking, Zhang Kun took the lead and walked out, and then under the leadership of Li Congde himself, he climbed to the top of the mountain behind the house and came to his grave.

It is said that it is a grave, but in fact it is a small dirt bag, and a tombstone has not yet been erected.

"This is where your dad sleeps, if there's anything you want to say, just say it to your dad and he'll hear it. ”

"I'll be waiting for you at your house, and I have something to tell you. ”

After speaking, Zhang Kun shook his head, then turned around silently and returned to Li Congde's house.

This time it is the arrival of the open, so Zhang Kun can take a closer look at Li Congde's home.

In the hall, tables, stools, stairs, hoes, bowls and pans, .......

Everything is very old, and it is hard to imagine that Li Congde, who lives here, would have so many savings.

420,000, even if it is placed in the county seat, it is a very considerable number.

However, Li Congde guarded such a "huge amount of money", not only did not move at all, but also kept trying to find ways to increase it, so that one day Li Liang would come back and build a beautiful new house for him.

But now Li Liang is back, and Li Congde himself is gone.

"Whew......!" Zhang Kun sat silently on the stool at the door, he looked at the sky in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, at least the sun had risen to the highest, and Li Liang finally walked back slowly.

My eyes are red and swollen, and I should have been crying for a long time.

And Li Congde also floated quietly behind, and it seemed that both of them seemed to have slowly calmed down.

Zhang Kun nodded: "Let's go, your father's funeral was organized by the old people in the village, you should go and thank them." ”

This is the meaning of Li Congde, to receive the grace of others, and to think about reciprocation.

Li Congde led the way in front, and Zhang Kun took Li Liang to follow behind and walked to the nearest house.

The door was closed, and Zhang Kun pointed and said, "You should remember here, Mr. Zhang, who was your father's best friend before, and the longevity coat he helped your father wear, go ahead." ”

Li Liang silently walked to the door and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and an old man in his sixties looked at Li Liang outside the door and was stunned.

After all, he hasn't come back for eight years, and half of Li Liang's head is now burnt black, and the old man didn't recognize who it was for a while.

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, how could Li Liang not recognize his father's best friend before his death, Uncle Zhang, who often teased him when he was a child, Li Liang's eyes were red, and he fell to the ground with a snap, and his forehead knocked towards the cold ground.

"Uncle Zhang, my dad is annoying your old man!"

Uncle Zhang trembled: "Is it Li Liang, Li Liang, you're back." ”

Seeing Li Liang's non-stop kowtowing, Uncle Zhang hurriedly helped Li Liang up.

"Good boy, good boy, just come back. You already know about your father's business.

Li Liang's tears began to flood again.

"Well, I'm back! The children and grandchildren are not filial, and I can't see my father's last face, so I ....... ”

Uncle Zhang sighed: "No one could have imagined this matter, Old Man Li is usually in good health, who knew that such a thing would happen, this is not your fault." ”

Li Liang shook his head silently.

"Uncle Zhang, I have to go to other homes, and I will come back to your house in the afternoon. ”

"Hey, go ahead. Uncle Zhang nodded.

After that, Zhang Kun led Li Liang to run all the houses in the village.

These are all helpful, some of them contribute money, some people contribute, after all, a funeral is not something that one or two people can solve.

Whenever Li Liang came to the door of a house, he always knelt down and kowtowed

And then the sentence "My dad is annoying you!"

This is also the custom here, which can be regarded as a notification that a relative in the family has died.

Originally, this was to be done when Li Congde just died, but Li Liang could only do it now.

Kneeling down all the way, Li Liang's pants, which were already bad, were completely worn out on his knees, and his forehead was also covered with dirt and dust.

The red and swollen eyes had no tears to shed at this point, they had dried up.

At night, the people in the village gradually gathered at Li Liang's house and arranged for people to set up ten tables.

At the dinner table, the old people comforted Li Liang one after another, and no one mentioned Li Liang's eight years of not returning.

It's just a burn on Li Liang's face, and he asked many times.

In the end, everyone could only sigh that providence made people.

With so many uncles and uncles who have watched him grow up since childhood, Li Liang's mood finally began to gradually settle down.

And Zhang Kun sighed silently, and then left silently.

He is no longer needed here.

For Li Liang, he hated and pitied him.

When he first heard about it, Zhang Kun couldn't wait to beat Li Liang hard.

If you don't return home for eight years, the word unfilial piety will never run away, and the father and son are not there, which is definitely a loss of morality.

But when he saw Li Liang for the first time, the shock also made Zhang Kun cry.

Eight thousand yuan for eight years, tattered clothes and sheds, green vegetables and tofu .......

All of this made Zhang Kun sad.

What kind of person can still pay most of the money to the father at home every month under such circumstances, just hoping that the father at home will live a better life.

If, if Li Liang could pay five hundred less, no, three hundred a month, Li Liang's life would be completely different.

Zhang Kun admits that he can't do such a thing.

In the end, Zhang Kun still failed to beat Li Liang hard.

Stepping on the train home, Zhang Kun silently glanced at the direction of Li Congde's hometown.

Here, he learned a lot.

The son wants to raise but does not wait!

Such a situation must not happen to yourself.

Zhang Kun swore silently.