When Second Master Qi arrived in the courtyard early in the morning to prepare to show his strength, he learned that his precious grandson drove to the North Tomb in the suburbs alone before dawn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man didn't react much when he heard the sound, and performed the starting hand pose of Tai Chi casually, his body was upright, his feet were flat and his shoulders were flat, his arms were naturally drooping, and his palms were gently raised upward. After taking a pose, he said to an elderly woman beside him, "Let him go, you have taken care of him for so many years, and you know his character." ”

Mother Chen, who was watering the flowers and trees one person high, looked pity: "If Young Master Jun (Qi Zimo's father Qi Jun) hadn't had an accident back then, Zimo would definitely be more naughty than other children, and he wouldn't be so cold!"

Chen's mother took good care of Qi Zimo from his birth until he went to the United States in 07. Before the age of 7, Xiao Zimo's world only had the clear outline of his grandmother and Chen's mother, and his impression of his grandfather and others was also vague.

The kid Mo didn't like to cry, and Chen's mother took Qi Zimo out of the incubator. Qi Zimo on the crib kept looking around with his big round eyes, waving his hands to grab something. People couldn't help but touch his little red face with their hands, and he laughed.

If he is a little older, Xiao Zimo will not let people touch his face.

"A man's face can't be touched. After the boy pushed away his grandmother's hand, he always had to say it seriously.

At that time, Qi Zimo was already in kindergarten, and every day after school, he went to the courtyard with a small bench to watch his grandmother knit sweaters or water flowers, and occasionally followed Chen's mother to "work" in the kitchen. At that time, Xiao Zimo was still a little naughty, in order to dig earthworms, his grandmother worked hard to plant flowers and plants, and he would also make the room "flooded" in order to play in the water. The two women who followed behind to solve the problem were annoyed and relieved, and it was always good for the child to be more naughty.

When he was 7 years old, his grandmother's death made the boy who didn't talk much completely silent. That little mischievous spirit also disappeared without a trace, and every day after eating, he sat at the desk and held a thick book without saying a word.

"Mother Chen, I'm going to school!"

"Mama Chen, I'm back!"

"Mom Chen, good night!"

Concise conversations resounded in the courtyard day after day.

Ten years passed inadvertently, and the seventeen-year-old Qi Zimo carried a simple salute and stood at the Imperial Capital International Airport to listen to Chen's mother's constant advice.

"Eat more, make more friends, and remember to call me if you have any difficulties in life. ”

Qi Zimo looked down at the woman whose temples had begun to turn white, and his heart fluctuated for a while. Taking a deep breath, he stabilized his emotions, grabbed the woman's cold hand and whispered, "I know, Mother Chen." I'll call you often. ”

Qi Zimo turned around to check in, and when the flight attendant signaled that she could go through the security check and enter the standby room, Qi Zimo put down her luggage, turned around and hugged the woman who had not left half a step. "Chen's mother, thank you", and walked into the waiting room. After a while, the tall black and white back disappeared.

Even after many years, Chen's mother still sighs when she recalls the scene at that time.

"Isn't this you, you are equivalent to half a mother to Zimo, that kid is closer to you than me!" Seeing that the old housekeeper who had worked at home for many years was depressed, Second Master Qi comforted in a low voice.

"How can it be compared to my biological mother, but Zimo is really good to me. Yan'er was able to go to the United States to study, thanks to Zimo's busy work, and she contacted the school and helped with the relationship. Hey, I just hope that God will pity the poor Zimo child, and the young master and his wife will also bless Zimo with a good person in the spirit of heaven, and he will be happy in the second half of his life. Chen's mother sincerely made a gesture in the direction of the sky, which was no different from praying before going to bed every night for more than ten years.

"There's nothing pitiful about that, but I hope so. Qi Erye, who didn't believe in God, also had a lively time to comfort the old woman's sentimentality.

Qi Zimo, who was standing in front of the tombstone, took out a tissue from his arms and wiped the dew off the photo. Two bright smiles appeared in the light of the rising sun. Qi Zimo squatted down on one knee, placed a large bunch of yellow carnations and white lilies on the left and right sides of the tomb, and then slowly stood up, bent down his straight waist, bowed deeply, and did not get up for a long time.

"Father, mother, I'm Qi Zimo" Qi Zimo looked up and said.

He paused, and then said, "It's your son." ”

In just two sentences, there was no sound in front of the tomb!

Until the warm sun completely revealed its true face, the chirping of sparrows woke up the dead cemetery, and people climbed the stairs in groups one after another, pouring towards the cemetery.

Qi Zimo, who had been silently for a long time at the remains of his parents, folded his knees, knelt on the wet stone steps in front of the tomb, and kowtowed three times slowly and solemnly.

"Father, mother, cherish. Qi Zi Meliso, who stood up, cleaned up the clutter around the grave, turned and walked down the stairs.

"May the second elder and grandmother be in harmony and health in heaven, and your children will live well. ”