The tomb in the back mountain

Summer in Meaux is milder than in Canton, with hot and dry days but cooler at night when the sea breeze blows. In order to beat the heat of the day, www.biquge.info adults and children in the town come to the beach in the evening to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sunset over the sea.

The afterglow of the sunset on the sea shines on the sea, the children are playing, the adults are chasing the children, and the sea breeze caresses everything, like a mother gently caressing her own child.

After Shaoyang left, Wang Xiaobei ordered the family not to go to the beach.

The streets in the town, after more than ten years, seem to have not changed.

The road has been mended and mended, and there are still a little potholes. Just like this town, how many people have come and gone, leaving behind stories, some ordinary and some amazing. Shops of all sizes are crowded in a small long alley, and the goods are full, not neat at all.

There are several times more pedestrians on the road than in more than ten years, and although it is a messy commodity, it is sold out after a morning of pedestrians. In the long run, small bosses don't like to tidy up their goods.

Various signboards are placed horizontally and vertically at the door of each store, and the simple handwriting makes you feel as if you have traveled back to the Republic of China period.

Wang Xiaobei sat on a rattan chair at the door of his fruit shop fanning his fan, and his wife was doing business. The shop is located in the middle of the alley, which is only 40 square meters, and fruit is placed in every corner.

In this way, Wang Xiaobei has been a fruit shop owner for thirteen years. At the beginning, I broke my head and begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother, so I got this shop, and the family was settled.

He looked at the customers who walked into the store one by one, shaking his fan, as if to see the customers thoroughly.

There were women, old people, and children, who carried some fruits, exchanged a few words with Wang Xiaobei's wife, and left.

The ancient fan creaked and turned beside Wang Xiaobei, as if it had been shaking for centuries.

Wang Xiaobei was wearing a shirt that was not very new, a pair of shorts that reached the knee, and a pair of slippers, and he looked like a little ordinary person. If there were no changes, and Yi Shaoyang didn't leave, he would definitely not be like this now.

The wife brought a plate of cut watermelons and put them on the table in front of Wang Xiaobei.

A plate of cut watermelon, a pot of old tea from last year, a fan that turns hard, and a middle-aged man who has seen everything. constitutes a painting, the tranquility of the setting sun.

Wang Xiaobei picked up a piece of watermelon with his hand and put it in his mouth, the cold and cool refreshment penetrated his whole body, eliminating the heat left in his body at noon. He smiled with satisfaction and ate another piece.

Looking at the gradually turning red sky, he knew that the seaside was going to be lively again.

He frowned, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all.

Creak, rattan chair sounds.

The wife looked at her husband with a calm expression. She knew he was going up the mountain again. Every week today, Wang Xiaobei will go to see Yi Shaoyang, and the brotherly love is so difficult to see.

His wife came over and handed Wang Xiaobei a hat and basket, which contained some wine and fruit.

Wang Xiaobei took the hat, buttoned it on his head, and walked away with his slippers.

The wife took the watermelon away, packed up the tea set, and continued to do business.

The setting sun illuminates the streets red, people's faces are red, pedestrians are slowly decreasing, and the alleys look much wider.

"Xiao Wang, go up the mountain again!"

Wang Xiaobei smiled at the other party and nodded, and continued to walk out of the alley.

The little bosses in the whole alley all know Wang Xiaobei and Yi Shaoyang. For the events of that year, the people in the town chose to remain silent and hide the pain of others.

Wang Xiaobei had already walked out of the alley, and there were fewer people in the alley at this time, and suddenly he had the illusion of emptiness. Some shops have begun to clean up and are ready to close. The excitement is about to end with the arrival of dusk.

Wang Xiaobei's wife moved the table outside the store, and she looked up at the sky, so red, like blood. She frowned, and hurriedly moved her things inside.

Wang Xiaobei came to the back mountain. After the cold of winter, the awakening of spring, the grass and trees in summer appear to be green and hurried, especially charming, not afraid of the scorching sun, and enjoy the summer unbridled. The sunset hits the grass and trees, and as the wind dances, the plants and trees dance with it. The whole back mountain is quiet and solemn, and ordinary people are afraid that they will not dare to come out when they come here at this time.

There are not many graves on a small hill, which is probably the purpose of Wang Xiaobei often visiting Yi Shaoyang.

Wang Xiaobei crossed these lovely plants and trees and came to Yi Shaoyang's grave.

The bellflower planted by Ruoqing in front of the grave is very brilliant, swinging wantonly in the wind, as if welcoming Wang Xiaobei.

- Hey, good brother, I haven't seen you for a few days.

He swept away the leaves and dirt in front of the tombstones, took some fruit from the basket and laid it out, and took out a cup and a bottle of wine, to which he poured it full. This wine was Yi Shaoyang's favorite drink back then.

"Shaoyang, I've come to see you. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the whole bottle of wine and drank a few sips, and sat on the ground silently.

Tears left from the corners of Wang Xiaobei's eyes, quietly.

A crow's head flew over his head, making a piercing call.

"Shaoyang, I think, the truth ...... Should I tell Ruoqing? ”

Grunt, a few more sips of wine.

The bellflower in front of the grave stopped swinging, and Shaoyang was protesting.

"What is there to hide, Ruoqing has grown up, and she has the right to know the truth of the matter. ”

Ruoqing's uncle also rushed to the back mountain with some sacrifices at this time.

In the first few years, Liu Ru would come to the back mountain to worship Yi Shaoyang, but then he didn't come. After Ruoqing's uncle found out, he couldn't blame his sister, so he had to come to worship on time every year. Now that Liu Ru is also gone, sadness envelops him, and he didn't come to worship until today.

After the death of his sister, he was very thin, the lines at the corners of his eyes were folded together, and some gray hair appeared on his head. Uncle is a good man, he is kind, hardworking, loves Ruoqing, and loves his sister. He was again a poor man, and he could not resist the worldly and violent wife of the family.

When the uncle found that Wang Xiaobei was also there, he paused for a moment, did not speak, and knelt down to put the sacrifice on the table.

Wang Xiaobei ignored him and drank his own wine.

2 people just ignore me, I ignore you, each with his own thoughts.

Which is right and which is wrong.

When the uncle finished worshipping, he closed his eyes and silently recited something in his mouth, and then got up to leave.

"Your Liu family still has the face to worship my brother, it's ridiculous!"

Wang Xiaobei finally couldn't help the displeasure in his heart and sneered.

The sky was redder than when Wang Xiaobei first went up the mountain, the wind stopped dancing, and his uncle stood still, very pitiful.

Wang Xiaobei's words hit him directly. If he didn't agree with Liu Ru marrying Yi Shaoyang back then, it would be great, nothing would have happened. I really don't have the face to worship my brother-in-law, but so what, I have to atone for my sins.

Wang Xiaobei continued to sneer, and said: "Your Liu family, it's really cruel, if it weren't for Liu Ru is Ruoqing's mother, I would have told Ruoqing the truth a long time ago!"

The uncle continued not to speak, and let Wang Xiaobei accuse.

"Hmph, why don't you speak, aren't you Liu family the best at quibbling for yourself?"

With some wine, Wang Xiaobei couldn't stop his words.

The uncle turned around and knelt down in front of the grave.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and the bellflower shook.

The two big men were in front of the grave, and they had their own grievances in their hearts, which looked particularly desolate.

The uncle endured the pain in his heart, and said in a thin tone: "Our Liu family, I'm sorry Shaoyang, I know, Liu Ru is also gone, it's all evil!"

"Iniquity? Where did it come from? This is clearly the crime of Liu Ru and Li Deyang! Do you understand? It is a crime and murder!"

Wang Xiaobei's voice resounded through this back mountain.

The uncle bowed his head as if he were the one who had sinned.

"Liu Ru didn't mean it. ”

"She did it on purpose! Why did she provoke Li Deyang after marrying Yi Shaoyang? She also conceived a child for Li Deyang! What a shameless woman!"

Child?!

It was the first time that the uncle knew about the existence of the child, and how did he, who was already suffering from his body, suffer this blow, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

He felt a pang in his heart and was ashamed.

- Liu Ru, you are really evil, what have you done!

Wang Xiaobei was very happy to see his uncle's reaction, just like he had sovereignty and could punish the people of the Liu family at will.

"Ah, you didn't know it! Your sister just killed Li Deyang's child not long before Shao Yang's death!"

"No!

Uncle couldn't stand these painful and ashamed pasts anymore, and he begged Wang Xiaobei loudly.

At this time, a strong wind was hanging, and a bellflower was broken by the wind, and hung pitifully. It must be Yi Shaoyang protesting and accusing Wang Xiaobei.

"Do you want to hide it from Ruoqing, dream! I will definitely tell her the truth!"

Ignoring Wang Xiaobei's roar, the uncle climbed up by himself holding on to the tombstone and turned to leave. He was afraid to know more about the truth that he didn't know. Those feelings of shame for my brother-in-law have been tormented for many years, and now that Liu Ru is gone, it should almost be over. He has always thought so, and the grievances of the previous generation will be carried into the grave by them, and they will be sealed forever.

He must stop Wang Xiaobei from telling Ruoqing the truth.

Child, Liu Ru didn't say a word about it. The uncle felt even more ashamed, his father was not there, and the eldest brother was like a father. Liu Ru did such a thing, and it can't be said that it has nothing to do with him as an elder brother.

The back mountain was more solemn than when he went up, and when evening came, the wind on the mountain began to feel a little cool. The uncle shuddered and quickened his pace down the mountain.

"I'll see you next time, let's go. ”

Wang Xiaobei touched the tombstone, and turned around to leave with the basket.

Quiet was again on the mountain, and the bellflower flowers were still dancing in the wind.