When Zhang Xingming's motorcade entered the courtyard, he saw that there were many people gathered in the courtyard, and the sound of mourning and music came out of the viewing hall.

"Oops, Erming is back. Mom, Mom, Dad, Aunt, Erming is back. As soon as he got off the car, Zhang Xingming heard the shouts of Sister Xiaohong, her voice was relatively unique and very easy to recognize.

Everyone around looked back at the convoy, a row of cars that they didn't recognize, with strange signs they didn't recognize, because they were in a hurry, the license plates they brought back had not been changed, and there were still license plates on them. This is also the year when there were no cameras and not so many traffic police.

Zhang Xingming walked over to meet the crowd, and Sister Xiaohong had already run over, grabbed Zhang Xingming's hand and looked at him with a smile: "When did you arrive?"

Zhang Xingming said: "As soon as I arrived, I came over after getting off the plane. ”

Xiaohong's big group said: "My aunt and my parents are all inside, and the company leaders and city leaders are here." ”

As he was talking, he saw the crowd in front of him get out of the way, and a group of people came out of the viewing hall to greet Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming greeted him and began to shake hands one by one: "It's troublesome." Thank. Thank. I'm sorry for you. Thank. ”

At that time, the cup of steel has relevant welfare benefits, the death of the parents of the staff of the cup of steel from the car to the cremation procedure are accompanied by a special person, the money is also out of the company, whether it is the leader or the worker is like this, that is, welfare, there is also the meaning of fear of people secretly buried, anyway, this matter can not be hidden, the occurrence must be reported to the company or the trade union of the following factories, the trade union has a special management of the funeral department.

At this time, the cremation has begun, and the leaders have also come over to express that they are about to leave, everyone is busy, and it is really quite face-saving to be able to find time to run. Zhang Xingming sent the leaders into the car one by one, said some words of thanks, stood on the side of the road and watched the leaders' cars drive out, and then came to his parents and uncles.

Everyone didn't show any special sadness and grief, and it could be seen that my mother was crying, but it wasn't very painful.

Like an uncle, Zhang Xingming could feel that he was just here to fulfill his responsibilities. Grandpa was the adoptive father of my uncle and my mother, and both of them were teenagers at that time. Because he is an uncle, he went out to work at the age of fourteen to earn work, and then left home to go out to fight alone.

My mother and grandfather still have a certain relationship, and they have been raising and caring for many years, so my mother cried.

The crowd slowly dispersed, all from my father's unit, my uncle's unit, and some of my own employees.

Zhang Xingming asked his mother, "Where is my father?"

My mother said, "I'm waiting inside." Go to Zhangjiabao for a while, how many times has your grandfather said that he will be buried with your grandfather when he dies, he misses his brother, this is also your grandfather's last wish, I discussed it with your father and uncle, and sent your grandfather back and buried it next to your grandfather. ”

Zhang Xingming remembered the words that his grandfather said when he stood under the walnut tree when he accompanied his grandfather back to Zhangjiabao last time, nodded and said, "Okay, my grandfather also told me when I went back last time, let me remember that place, he died and was buried there." ”

The uncle came over and said, "I have arranged for the people over there, the graves have been dug up, and we can just go over and bury them directly after a while, so we won't have any ceremonies, okay? ”

Zhang Xingming said: "It's okay to be simple, but you still have to have what you should have." After finishing getting some bricks and cement, let's repair it directly with my grandfather's grave, and set up a monument, I remember that my grandfather's grave has no monument. ”

At that time, how could there be money in the countryside to erect a monument, it was good to be able to get a few bricks to build a lamp position in front of the grave, and it was all up to memory to sweep the grave every year, and there was no mark and anything to prove the identity at all.

Zhang Xingming didn't enter the hall, so he accompanied his mother and Sister Xiaohong to stand outside and wait. After more than half an hour, the old man walked out with the urn, saw Zhang Xingming stunned for a moment, and said, "It's okay, your grandfather didn't think about you in vain." Handing the urn to Zhang Xingming, Zhang Xingming held it in front of his chest and walked towards the convoy.

Uncle's car led the way in front, followed by my mother's car and my father's car, and Zhang Xingming's convoy followed behind and drove towards Zhangjiabao. Halfway met Uncle Mao's car, he went out on a mission, he should have just come back, and he didn't speak, Uncle Mao's car turned around and followed the convoy.

When I arrived at Zhangjiapu, there was no one living in Nangou here, except for a few old houses that had collapsed in the weeds, including the road.

Zhang Xingming asked his people to wait on the side of the road, and only Li Chun and Tang Xin accompanied him to walk through the grass with the urn in his hand and walked towards the edge of the forest at the bottom of the mountain. At the beginning, there was still a little road along the river, and the deeper the grass became, there were artemisia grass as high as Zhang Xingming's waist and growing messily, and I removed all the traces on the ground.

Fortunately, it was a sunny day, and if it rained a little, the road of several hundred meters would be even more difficult.

When you get to the bottom of the hillside, you can see obvious traces of people walking, the weeds are vigorously overwhelmed by people, there is a ditch that is not too deep below, people want to go down to the bottom of the ditch and climb up to the edge of the forest, there is the grave of the grandfather.

The wild grass in the northeast is not as supple as in the south, and the wild grass here is called thorn tree, and the wide leaf of the hard stem with hair and long thorns are messily intertwined, so that people don't even have the courage to grab a handful of borrowed strength, and it is tall and strong, and it will immediately bounce back more vigorously with teeth and claws when you top it, and it will not give any face, and it will make a hissing sound on the clothes.

Li Chun and Tang Xin simply pulled out their knives and cut down the one-person-tall thorn in front of them, they couldn't cut it yet, let alone cut it without roots, it was even more hurtful, and it was a hole when they hit it. The local farmers are used to it, and they don't take it to heart at all, so they don't deal with it, but for these people, it's really difficult to walk without knowing the way out, and you can't stand it if you don't care about clothes.

Finally, after this most difficult section, the moment I stepped on the stalk, everyone's heart was jumping with joy.

When I came to the grave under the tree, a big pit was dug in the black soil with the fragrance of rosin, and the grave of the grandfather on the side had been newly cultivated, and all the weeds in a radius of several meters were cleared, revealing the black soil mixed with pine needles.

The uncle presided over the ceremony, the grandfather's urn was buried, built into a new grave, paper money was burned on the wreath, sandalwood in front of the grave slowly spit green smoke, and a large string of firecrackers was ignited. Zhang Xingming helped his mother to stand aside and quietly watched the funeral of the same person who participated in the second time, and his heart suddenly felt joyless and sad, as if he had experienced a reincarnation for a moment.

The paper cow paper horse golden boy and jade girl went west with the green smoke turned to ashes, and the soul flag was inserted into the grave.

The eldest aunt and father were in front, and Zhang Xingming's little red sister was behind, kneeling on the brand-new black soil and kowtowing, her forehead touching the freshly turned soil, soft and sticky. This old man, who has worked hard all his life without children and no daughters, finally went to find the brother he missed, the brother who pulled him to grow up to marry and support his family, but he was lonely all his life.