Seeing the smile on Zhao Mu's face again, Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and let his body lean on his arms again and watch TV quietly.

At this time, Zhao Mu quieted down, just quietly hugged the delicate body in his arms, and his heart was peaceful, without a trace of love.

"By the way, in a few days it will be the Midyear Festival, and it's time to worship the ancestors. ”

"Ancestor worship?"

"Yes, the Midyear Festival, we also call it July and a half here, is a very important festival to worship ancestors in our hometown, although many people are beginning to pay less attention to these traditional festivals, but we still maintain some traditional customs here. ”

"Half of July, is that the day when the ghost gate is opened?" Zhang Ling unconsciously shrunk his neck and leaned into Zhao Mu's arms.

"Yes, in the middle of July, ghosts are running around, according to legend, this day is the day when the underworld is open, and all the ghosts of the underworld will appear in the world on this night, and this day belongs to the world during the day, and the night belongs to the underworld. ”

Looking at Zhang Ling's movements, Zhao Mu continued with interest: "Our custom here is that no one will agree when they hear someone shouting this night, and they will not open the door to someone that night." ”

"Ah, why?" Zhang Ling asked curiously.

"Because, I don't know if it's a human or a ghost who called you that night. Zhao Mu said faintly, and at the end, the voice suddenly became louder, so frightened that Zhang Ling in his arms exclaimed, and his body shrunk in Zhao Mu's arms trembled.

Seeing Zhang Ling's reaction, Zhao Mule laughed, causing Zhang Ling's fist to rain down on his chest.

"By the way, you can come with me on the day of ancestor worship. Zhao Mu said casually.

"But, well, I'll go with you. Zhang Ling hesitated slightly, then thought of something, nodded and agreed.

"By the way, our custom here is to go to worship our ancestors in the evening, and when we come back, it will be almost dark. Zhao Mu said to Zhang Ling with a wink.

shrunk his neck, and then reacted and pinched Zhao Mu hard, Zhang Ling said firmly: "No matter, I'm going, anyway, with you by my side, I'm not afraid." ”

"Haha, yes, everything is with me, not afraid, what is there to be afraid of. Zhang Ling's words made Zhao Mu resolutely puff up his chest and said loudly.

Seeing that Zhang Ling agreed to go with him to worship his ancestors, Zhao Mu had a smile on his face, and Zhang Ling's face also showed a smile silently.

Zhao Mu asked Zhang Ling to go with him to worship his ancestors, which means that the ancestors can witness the relationship between himself and Zhang Ling, which is the same as meeting his parents.

Zhang Ling vaguely guessed this, but he would not understand the importance of this matter in Zhao Mu's heart.

In Zhao Mu's hometown, the importance of worshipping ancestors together is far greater than seeing parents.

Being able to participate in ancestor worship means that the person's identity can be on the family tree. In the past, this status could enter the ancestral hall of the family, which meant that the person was an important member of the family.

Zhao Mu's behavior undoubtedly completely recognized Zhang Ling, and regarded her as the person who could be one with him and grow old with his own head, which was far more important than any engagement ceremony.

Although the relationship between the two was only two days old, Zhao Mu did not think that his decision was rash. It has been more than a year since the two met and known each other, and this time was completely enough for Zhao Mu to realize whether Zhang Ling was the right person for him.

In order to show his sincerity, all the preparations for worshipping the ancestors were completed by Zhao Mu.

Wax paper money, tribute to ancestors, firecrackers......

In addition, it is also necessary to prepare a blanket paper, commonly known as "envelope" in the hometown, that is, a stack of paper money, sealed into a small envelope, on which is written the name and name of the recipient, the number of seals received, the name and time of the silker.

According to the customs of the hometown, the name of the person who transforms the silk is generally written on all the living members of the family to indicate the sacrifice of the living to the deceased.

Zhang Ling and Zhao Mu are only lovers now, not in the Zhao family, and their names cannot be listed in the names of the silk transformers.

When writing his name, Zhao Mu said to Zhang Ling with a smile: "It won't be long before your name will be on it." ”

"Cut, think beautifully. He refused, but there was a smile on Zhang Ling's face.

Zhao Mu couldn't stay at home for a long time, so he chose to go to the memorial in advance, and the rest of the family came to pay the memorial on the day of the Midyear Festival.

In the evening of that day, Zhao Mu and Zhang Ling went to the ancestral grave of the Zhao family.

In the evening, the sky was already dark, and walking on the road, Zhang Ling couldn't help but hold Zhao Mu's palm.

The ancestral tomb of the Zhao family is really in front of a mountain, and when you walk into the scope of the ancestral tomb, you feel like you have entered another world.

The Zhao family has a history of ten generations in this land, and it is the surname in the village, and the scale of the ancestral tomb is naturally not small.

This large area of tombs is the tomb of the Zhao family, and the tomb is covered with many large trees with a history of several decades, completely covering the light from the outside world, so that most of the tombs in the evening are shrouded in darkness.

Zhang Ling's palm grabbed Zhao Mu's palm tightly, and there was a slight cold sweat on his hand, and the sound of breathing gradually thickened a lot.

"Zhao Mu, this is your family's grave mountain, it feels so gloomy. Zhang Ling's voice was slightly vibrato.

"Fortunately, here are the ancestors of our Zhao family, they will bless us, there is nothing to be afraid of, when I was a child, my family worked in the field next to me, and I almost slept here all night. ”

"But I'm still nervous. Zhang Ling's body leaned close to Zhao Mu, it was the first time for a girl who grew up in a small city to walk into such a scene, she was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Don't worry, it's okay, isn't it me. Holding Zhang Ling's body, Zhao Mu comforted.

Zhao Mu stopped in front of a very old grave, and the handwriting engraved on the tombstone in front of the grave was completely unclear, this is the birthplace of the Zhao family in this land.

put on the tribute, lit the incense wax, burned the paper money, the firelight and the sound of firecrackers drove away some of Zhang Ling's fears, and also kowtowed with Zhao Mu.

One by one, the ancestors walked by in turn, Zhang Ling's tension relaxed a lot, and as Zhao Mu did one ritual after another, under this ceremony, Zhang Ling's heart gradually had a sense of belonging.

Finally, when I arrived at the grave of my grandmother, who had just passed away a few years ago, my grandmother and my grandfather were buried together, and Zhao Mu stayed here for the longest time.

I still remember my grandmother's smile, her kind smile, and her pampering.

In front of his grandmother's grave, he told about his progress in the past few years and about himself and Zhang Ling.

A breeze blew and blew the paper money in the brazier in front of the grandmother's grave, as if it was the grandmother's response to Zhao Mu, which made Zhao Mu's face smile.

(End of chapter)