The four seasons are running and replying, whether it is the matter of the living or the dead. The affairs of the living have not been done, and there is still a grave. Let's talk about the living first.

Sixi also urged Zhenshu to say, Dad, you go quickly. There's me here, and I can't delay going to the grave.

Zhenshu sighed helplessly, what is this called. What a big deal was the grave last year, why did you fool around in a daze. It's really a misfortune in the family, and there is going to be a rebel.

After all, I don't dare to stop under my feet. While complaining about the winter solstice, he ran back to the village with a few cubs.

At this time, the ancestral forest was quiet, and the smell of condensed green smoke and the remaining gunpowder smoke from the whip wafted between the graves. Most of the people who went to the grave have already left. The rest of the people stared at the sneaky figure of Zhenshu's family, muttering in their hearts, guessing that something big must have happened to Zhenshu's family.

Sixi also lost the flamboyant mood of previous years. He took the rest of his family with him, scribbled the paper, put the whip, and hurried towards the village.

In this New Year, there are so many families in Xinghua Village, and they are in a mess.

First of all, it can be regarded as a sour jujube family.

Late life didn't come back for the New Year. Sour apricot let out his old face and drove out of the mountain in person. According to the news from the town, Wansheng was a habitual offender and committed a crime in a gang. Even if you can't go to prison, I'm afraid you'll have to go to labor re-education for a while. This news is like a slap in the face, completely smashing the old couple of sour dates.

The sour jujube was lying on the bed, not thinking about tea and food, but just wiping his tears alone. The whole person is as haggard as paper. Frightened, the old couple couldn't care about the labor of waiting for the return from afar, and ran to the sour jujube house several times a day. Sour apricots also asked Guoqing and others to take turns to take care of sour jujubes. It was relief and enlightenment, and it was injections and medicines, so he almost moved his house into his brother's courtyard.

Maosheng, who lived in front of the house, also came to visit from time to time and said some reassuring words, but it didn't have a little effect. When he got home, he talked to the xylophone. Xylophone didn't take it to heart, and said that he had done karma in his later life and made a fool of himself, and it was uncomfortable for anyone to put this matter on him. After a few days, things will fade away, and there will be nothing to worry about.

The sour jujube is like this, and the mother-in-law is also frightening. Since she was caught by Director Lin in her later life, her mother-in-law was like a demon. She knelt in front of the "Crucifix" from bright to dark, and kept muttering in her mouth, repeating one sentence: Lord, it's all my fault. I'm guilty of not bringing this little lamb of my own family on the right path. Lord, forgive the cubs. Let me take his retribution.

Because of the long time, there is no white foam in her mouth. The words floated in her shriveled mouth, like the sound of her breathing, intermittent and soft. No matter who persuaded her, she always looked like this, deaf to her, blind to it, and so pious that she seemed to be enchanted.

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