During the Qingming holiday, Chen Ziang returned to Lin'an and went back to the countryside with his parents to worship his ancestors.

Qingming Festival is also called the Qingqing Festival, at the turn of mid-spring and late spring. It is a traditional Chinese festival and one of the most important sacrificial festivals, which is a day to worship ancestors and sweep tombs.

The traditional Qingming Festival of the Chinese nation began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years.

Qingming was only the name of a solar term at the earliest, after historical changes, it has now become one of China's important "eight festivals of the year", generally around April 5 of the Gregorian calendar, the festival period is very long, there are 10 days before and 8 days and 10 days before and 10 days after two sayings, which are all Qingming Festivals in the past 20 days.

The state has designated April 5 as the legal holiday Qingming Festival, also known as the National Tomb Sweeping Festival.

The Qingming Festival, along with the Dragon Boat Festival, the Spring Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, is known as the four traditional festivals in China.

In the past, Chen Ziang always believed that the Qingming Festival was actually for the living, not for the dead.

After death, everything is empty, dust returns to dust, and there are no souls and ghosts.

But now, he doesn't know.

Perhaps, the family in the previous life, on this holiday, is burning paper for themselves.

But even if it burned, he wouldn't get anything.

Underworld coins, rune papers, are all money for ghosts in the underworld to go on the road.

It is said that even ghosts need money from the underworld to get on the road, and the so-called penny is difficult to defeat heroes.

Good people, after the death of the martyrs, everyone in the world will bring money to the past, which can make it more convenient and faster for these souls to flow through the Yellow Spring, cross the Naihe Bridge, and reach the other side smoothly......

Regardless of whether the heavenly court in the underworld exists, Chen Ziang still solemnly worships his ancestors.

If this is superstition, then superstition is good.

Not all superstitions are undesirable.

For example, Qingming ancestor worship.

People preach that they should glorify their ancestors during their lifetime, do all kinds of good deeds, and go to heaven after death.

This kind of superstition is positive energy, which inspires social progress and progress, like a spiritual contract, which restricts the living, so that even if people have grievances before death, they cannot do things that hurt nature and reason.

This is not only to take care of the feelings of the living relatives around you, but also to be able to pass away and enter reincarnation.

Regardless of whether or not the other two of the Three Realms exist, it is a positive superstition to say that the most heinous people will go to hell after death and will not be reborn forever.

Worship ancestors, people in the tomb are lonely, people outside the tomb make sacrifices, and firecrackers are set off after worship.

The grave is in the underworld, and the sun is outside the tomb, and the yin and yang are separated.

Standing outside the tomb, Chen Ziang felt that he was so close to life and death, from the underworld.

On the mountain, parents and relatives weed the graves while young people played.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is another year when the spring flowers are blooming.

The atmosphere of Qingming ancestor worship is not heavy, on the contrary, it is very relaxed, and it is one of the happiest times of children's childhood.

Mom and Dad are also in a good mood today, talking and laughing with relatives and elders.

The adults talked loudly, loved life, told stories and jokes, and their emotions were high, as if they didn't know, or didn't think at this time, that one day they would go into the grave and lie here, waiting for future generations to come and worship.

"Mom, I'll help you!" Chen Ziang went over and took the sickle in Shi Jia's hand.

"Are you okay?" Shi Jia laughed, his son had lived in the countryside for a few years since he was a child, and left to go to Lin'an after going to school, and he never worked in the field.

"How can a man say no? Look at me!" Chen Ziang held a sickle in his right hand and grabbed weeds with his left hand.

"Wait a minute!" Shi Jia took Chen Ziang's hand, and then took off the gloves and gave it to him: "Those with fine skin and tender flesh are easy to be cut if they grasp it empty-handed." ”

Chen Ziang had to stop, put on gloves, and chatted with his mother while weeding.

"Mom, which ancestor is inside?" asked Chen Ziang.

Shi Jia glanced at the grave and said, "It's your great-grandmother." ”

Chen Ziang looked at the mountains and fields, and there were elders and juniors around the grave, near and far, who were busy and playing.

"Great-grandmother is blessed that so many descendants come to worship. Chen Ziang lowered his head and mowed the grass.

Shi Jia smiled indifferently: "There were many children and grandchildren in that era, and there are still many descendants who have not come today, otherwise there are more people." ”

As she spoke, she paused and said, "In the future, you will have to give birth to more than two for your mother." ”

Chen Ziang was not embarrassed, nodded and said, "Well, then two, Tongtong shouldn't object." ”

"It's not okay to oppose it, at least two, three or four we can afford it. Shi Jia said strongly: "I let Tongtong give birth to two more." ”

Chen Ziang wiped his sweat: "Mom, the country only allows two births, and Tongtong will take a different path from us in the future, and she can't give birth to more than she can." ”

Shi Jia was a little regretful: "Then I won't be very lonely in the future?"

"Two is enough. Chen Ziang said with a smile while weeding.

Shi Jia looked at more than 20 people all over the mountains: "How can it be so lively now." ”

Chen Ziang was stunned for a moment, understood what Shi Jia said, and complained: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Shi Jia smiled and didn't speak.

With her son by her side, she just suddenly felt something, and the rest of the time was happy.

"Mom, I'm going to get a certificate with Tongtong in two months. Chen Ziang said quietly.

Shi Jia was pleasantly surprised, her son is going to get married!

"Tongtong agreed?" she asked.

"Well, after getting the certificate, I can give you grandchildren. Chen Ziang said with a smile.

Shi Jia was stunned: "So, am I about to become a grandmother? ”

Chen Ziang has a black line.

After a while, Shi Jia looked around and whispered to Chen Ziang, "Baby, what is the relationship between Guan Xinxin and Guan Tongtong?"

"Very good, Tongtong is very close to Xinxin, Xinxin is also very good to Tongtong, the two are like a mother and daughter. Chen Ziang said.

"Tell you the truth!" Shi Jia slapped Chen Ziang on the shoulder.

Chen Ziang had no choice but to say: "Guan Xinxin has hatred in her heart. ”

Shi Jia was a little worried: "What kind of hatred, is it serious?"

Chen Ziang and Shi Jia didn't hide it, and sighed: "Do you think a lifetime of happiness is serious?"

Shi Jia opened her mouth.

Chen Ziang lowered his head and worked: "Tongtong is very dependent on Xinxin, and he obeys his words, but Xinxin hurts and hates Tongtong." Hey, if we hadn't been together for so long, I wouldn't know. Xinxin's heart is not only bitter, but also hateful. I used to think that she only had the world and her son in her heart, but it turned out that she was just an ordinary person......"

Shi Jia stepped on Chen Ziang's foot and reprimanded: "Do you say that to others? Don't you cherish it when you get it?"

Chen Zi was full of black lines in his head.

"Mom, there are some things you don't know. Chen Ziang was speechless.

"How do I know if you don't tell me?" Shi Jia was dissatisfied.

Chen Ziang was holding a sickle, and he was cutting farther and farther away from Shi Jia, and no one was around.

"Mom. Chen Ziang's face was complicated, and he whispered: "The plane that Tongtong and Dandan were supposed to take crashed a year ago, I'm afraid of ...... It has something to do with Xinxin. ”

"What?" Shi Jia's face changed suddenly, and his eyes were full of horror.