Yang Jingjing got dressed and followed her aunt outside.

Yang Xu and Liu Tianjiang slept enough, both woke up, and sat in the front room with Liu Shouan talking with full energy.

Liu Tianhe sat on the side, rubbing the rope with his head stuffy, his mouth was clumsy but his hands were very skillful, and after a while, he used the kneaded rope to weave a soft basket out.

Yang Jingjing saw the soft basket and her heart moved.

I listened to her grandfather say: "In the autumn, I asked Tianhe to find a stonemason from the next village to help re-erect a monument for Yan'er. I re-covered the soil last time, and I haven't looked at it for a while, so I just took advantage of the afternoon to clear the snow by the way, and I also saved the next spring and washed away the adobe.

Liu Tianjiang interjected on the side: "I just brought all the paper silk flowers that my daughter-in-law prepared at home a while ago, and she bought a lot of them this time, and the styles are very complete." ”

When it comes to silk flowers, Yang Xu's eyes are a little darker, Yang Jingjing's mother liked to tie silk flowers the most, she was ingenious and careful, and the silk flowers were bright in color and full of posture.

The bouquet of silk flowers in Yang Xu's study was given to him by Yang Jingjing's mother herself, and it was originally given as a gift, but now it has become the only treasure of Yang Xu.

Yang Jingjing's mother's grave is in the farmland north of the village, and the newly erected tombstone has accumulated a thick layer of dust after several months of wind and sun.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Liu Shouan and his two sons carefully cleaned the snow around the cemetery, and carefully wiped off the dust on the tombstone with a cleanly washed towel.

Yang Jingjing looked at the portrait of her mother on the tombstone, and couldn't tell what it was like.

In the previous life, the dependence and reluctance on his mother, after more than 20 years of precipitation, now there is only a faint nostalgia left.

She didn't know what kind of mood her mother would feel when she was lying on the cold ground, staring at them standing outside the tombstone, whether she was a little sad and a little heavy like her.

Yang Jingjing turned her head to look at her father, who had been standing silently aside.

This is the first time Yang Xu has officially come to sweep the grave of Yang Jingjing's mother, he stood firmly in the cold wind, his face was pale and bloodless, staring at the four-inch color photo on the tombstone in a daze, Liu Yan on the photo looked so young, so beautiful, and the bright smile on his face seemed like a world away from home.

Yang Jingjing didn't know what her father was thinking at this moment, she moved her eyes back, looked at the photo of her mother on the tombstone again, and whispered in her heart: Mom, in this life, I must live well. I will not let go of all those who have bullied me, insulted me, and harmed me. I will take care of grandpa in your place, don't worry.

On the way back from the cemetery, the atmosphere has been very depressing.

The eldest aunt and the second aunt put together a table of good meals at home, how did they serve it, and how did they serve it in the end.

After eating, Liu Shouan suddenly called Yang Xu and his two sons into his room, closed the door, and chatted for a long time.

I don't know what they said, Yang Jingjing was chatting with her two aunts in the back room, when she suddenly vaguely heard her father's suppressed low roar, and the three of them couldn't help but look at each other.

Liu Jing put down the needle and thread in his hand and said busily: "Oh, is something wrong?" ”

Xu Aixiang grabbed her and whispered: "Dad is talking to a few of their brothers, what can happen, don't go over, the men are especially avoiding us when they talk, they just don't want us to listen." ”