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February 15, the seventh day of the first lunar month.

Three cars lined up in a row in the mountains and mountains, and the road was like a jade belt hovering in the mountains, winding between the pale black pine forests.

At this time, there is no road built in Benxi, and there are all national highways out of the urban area, and the sandy roads are winding mountains, but they are covered by snow in winter, and the roads are almost the same.

The three cars that came out were all escort vehicles, which were heavy and thick, and the probability of accidents was greatly reduced, and the space in the car was large, and people were comfortable to sit in.

Grandpa didn't come with him, Uncle Mao's family lived in Zhang Xingming's house for the past few days, taking care of the two elders, and taking care of five puppies by the way.

The car did not go off the rails, out of the city directly to the Fatai, so to Zhangjiabao is the nearest road.

The car was parked at the location of my grandmother's old house, leaning against the side of the road. The house is gone, only the location of the vegetable cellar is still a little bit of a sign from the road, the old walnut tree is still there, the big bluestone under the hawthorn tree looks black in the snow, except for these familiar trees, there is no trace of the original.

The whole garden house has become a flat land and has become a part of the vegetable field, and the path down from the highway is still there, leading to the road in front of Zhong's house, and it seems that there are still people walking on weekdays.

Zhang Xingming stood on the side of the road and looked down blankly, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was a child, farming, playing, laughing, crying, remembering the warm kang and the sauerkraut that was always hot in the stove.

Thinking of the big cat, I don't know where it went, when my grandmother moved away in a hurry, the cat couldn't take it away.

The plum tree and the apple and pear trees have become wild trees, and most of them have been cut down by the later cultivators, this thing is not a rare thing in the mountains, that is, grandma got it back to raise because she had children at home, but that was Zhang Xingming's memory.

After standing and watching for a while, my mother said, "Let's go, what else to see, there is no more to see, go up the mountain first." ”

Zhang Xingming nodded, took his younger brother's hand, turned around and walked across the road.

Climb up from here, the graves of grandparents and grandparents are in the pine forest on the mountainside, although it is cold in winter, but there is nothing but snow in all directions, because there are few people walking, walking slowly will not slippery, if it is summer, just the weeds more than one meter high in the mountains will make people have a headache.

Everyone began to go up the mountain, and my father walked in front, and only he knew the exact location here.

Uphill is an open field, half of the summer is a vegetable field, half is a barren grassland, it is very difficult for people to walk in it, but there is nothing at this time, just walk directly to it, it is convenient.

Beyond this open field is a pine forest.

This piece is not a fruit pine, there is no pine tower, the pine trees are densely packed together, and I don't know how many years have passed, anyway, in Zhang Xingming's memory, it has always been like this, and it has never changed.

Passing through the woods, there is very little snow, all blocked by the treetops, thick pine needles are spread on the ground, and they are soft when stepped on, and the whole forest wafts with a good smell of pine, although it is winter, but the smell is not light.

In the middle of the woods, suddenly a clearing appeared, two earthen graves stood there so quietly, the grave was pressed with yellow paper, the footprints and paper ashes that someone had stepped on in front of the grave, it must have been the second uncle and the fourth uncle, the northeast has the custom of going to the grave for the New Year, as long as it is not far away, the Chinese New Year's Eve night is to come to burn paper, and to light a wax.

Even if it is far away, you must find an accessible intersection and burn a few pieces of paper money to worship.

Dad took a stick and walked around the grave, using a stick to pick up weeds and leaves, but in fact, the area around the grave had been cleaned up, and it was just a ritual-like process.

Turning to the grave, Dad took out the beaten yellow paper from the bag, took a few and pressed them on the grave, then put the rest of the paper aside, half-knelt down, took out a lighter and lit it, and watched them burn quietly.

Before all the paper is burned, you have to take a few sheets of the lit paper, put it aside to burn, and say as you throw it: "Passing by, take it and spend it, don't rob me of my money." ”

The paper burned more and more, the fire jumped to nearly a meter high, my father knelt down and kowtowed three times, and my mother also kowtowed with him. Then my father began to chatter: "Dad, Mom, the third child has come to see you, we live far away, come less, don't be picky, you can come every year in the future, our family is doing well now, we have a car, the children are older, and it is more convenient than before." Mom and Dad, look at these three grandchildren. ”

Then Dad turned around and beckoned Brother Zhang Xingming to come forward and kowtow. The three brothers stood in a row, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

Dad then said: "Look at it, now your three grandsons are all out, study well, can make money, the second child has become a big official, Dad, haven't you always thought that someone in our family can be an official, after you two elders bless and bless your three grandsons, let them go smoothly, healthy, and let them come to see you often in the future." ”

As the yellow paper was burned, the father also finished speaking, stood up with a stick to support his body, walked around the grave again, and then asked the old brother to take out the prepared firecrackers, hang them on the tree on the side and light them, the sound of firecrackers came far and wide along the hillside, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the pine forest.

After the tomb of the grandparents, they went to the grave of the grandparents to burn some paper money, kowtowed a few times and put the whip, but it was not as formal as the grandmother's side, and after a generation, it was just to express the attitude of worship.

When the dark fire of paper ash was extinguished, Dad picked it with a stick to confirm that there were no sparks, and the group turned around and went down the mountain.

The real worship of the ancestral tomb is much more troublesome than this, but it is all on the big day when the whole family has to come, and it is not so complicated in normal times.

While talking, everyone slowly descended the mountain.

The uphill should be slow, and the descent is even more impatient, and if you slip unsteadily in one step, you will go down the mountain in one step, although the snow is very thick, but injuries are inevitable.

Li Chun's four parents in front of him, Zhang Xingming led his younger brother to follow behind his brother, and walked down the mountain step by step.

Finally down to the road, everyone relaxed all of a sudden, and couldn't help but move their bodies and stomp their feet, pacing slowly a few steps, so that the flesh on the body relaxed, such a cold day, if the flesh was tense for a long time, it would cramp.

After a while, my father took out a cigarette and dispersed, Li Chun and the four of them only had one who smoked, so he politely took one and helped his father light the fire. Dad took a puff, spit out the cigarette, looked at the hazy fort in the snow in the distance for a while, turned his head and asked Zhang Xingming: "Do you want to go to the fort?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Go, go and see the sixth uncle, go to the fourth uncle's house for a turn, and then eat at the second uncle's house." ”

My mother was not very happy, and said, "Where are you going, go to Gaha for the New Year, and go back to eat what the Venerable Master eats." ”

Zhang Xingming put his arm around his mother's shoulders and said: "Mom, now that my father is gone, it must be my father's own brother, and besides, what is the identity of our family now, do you still remember the original little thing?"

Mom glared at my father, didn't say anything more, Zhang Xingming squeezed his eyes at my father, my father laughed happily, and said: "Let's go, go to the castle to see, I haven't come back for so many years, it is estimated that people don't know each other when they see it, and the changes are not small from such a distance." ”