It is a traditional custom to worship ancestors during the New Year, and Liu Feiyang does not dare to say how filial he is, but there are some things that he will never fall behind.

On the way back, he simply calculated the itinerary of the past few days, and found that the time was very tight, and all aspects of the relationship needed to be dealt with, some people were visiting after the New Year, and some people needed to visit before the New Year, plus the company had to hold activities, and it should be busy until the New Year.

Hong Canhui drove the car, Wang Zizhu sat in the co-pilot, and Liu Feiyang sat in the back seat.

When passing by the new brick factory, he deliberately stopped the car, at this time the brick factory did not start, only the guard room was lit, and there was a janitor sitting in it, and the trunk of his car had three things on hand, Moutai wine, Chinese cigarettes, and a few cash that was enough to solve the urgent need.

It's all just in case of an emergency.

He got off the train and came directly, and he didn't prepare anything, and all kinds of facilities in the factory had to count on the janitor, so he didn't skimp, and took out three Chinese cigarettes from it, and the janitor worked in three shifts, there were three in total, one for each person, they must be reluctant to smoke this, if they could find a place to exchange it for cash, even if it was their year-end benefits.

Knock on the door, tell him that he has two left, and say a few more pleasantries, then leave.

The newly built brick factory is between Zhongshui County and Huibei City, so you have to continue to move forward, and after about fifteen minutes, the outline of Zhongshui County has appeared in front of you, it is almost the New Year, many red lanterns are hung at the door of the house, it is very festive, and this small county town is also more energetic than in the past.

When I entered the main road and walked about 200 meters ahead, I saw a man on the side of the road wearing a cotton jacket and his hands in his sleeves, trembling and standing on the side of the road, and there was a table in front of him, which was full of yellow paper.

"Stop there!" Liu Feiyang said.

"I look at him as if he is Cao Wumiao?" Hong Canhui saw the figure and replied.

That person is indeed Cao Wumiao, since the closure of the Longteng Bar, the business is not as good as day by day, he is not too ambitious, but he also knows that he can make more money by opening a hotel next to him, but now there is no stable source of customers, and he is barely able to make ends meet.

"Squeak..."Hong Canhui stopped on the side of the road with a foot of the brake.

"Do you want to buy paper, and fireworks, all of which are the latest... If you buy more, the price can be cheaper," Cao Wumiao stopped watching the car and couldn't wait to start shouting.

"Uncle..."Liu Feiyang pushed the door and got out of the car, and shouted, in fact, he was still very grateful to Cao Wumiao, no matter what, he gave himself a bite to eat at the most critical moment.

Cao Wumiao seemed to be wearing shiny leather shoes and a tweed coat, he didn't recognize it for a while, he still saw it once last time when Liu Feiyang pretended to be dead, and it has been a few months now, when he saw Liu Feiyang walking to him, he suddenly realized.

"Big nephew?" he shouted with a glow in his eyes, since Liu Feiyang destroyed Wuzhong, he called Mr. Liu for a period of time tremblingly, and then changed his words.

Liu Feiyang didn't feel disgusted when he heard it, but felt kind, the Longteng bar opposite was dilapidated, the sign had dropped, he looked forward and saw that the lights of the hotel and grocery store were still on.

"Oops... I thought you forgot about your uncle, let's go for a walk and stay in the house for a while," Cao Wumiao said very enthusiastically.

Liu Feiyang thought for a moment, then nodded and walked in.

The kang is still the same ondol, the shelves are still the same shelf, and even the smell inside has not changed much.

He sat on the kang with his ass and said, "It's hot!"

"It's all cold, you wait, Uncle will add some coal to the stove for you, and it will be hot in ten minutes, and your butt will be hot!" Cao Wumiao smiled, feeling a kind of joy to see the old man.

Liu Feiyang was stunned when he heard this, he really didn't know what to say, according to the previous Cao Wu Temple, the coal used to burn the kang had to be broken and reused with yellow mud, and it was tantamount to a fantasy to take advantage of it in his hands.

Cao Wumiao, who eats and licks his rice, is an ordinary person?

"Look at your broken color! The grocery store is still a grocery store, but your uncle is no longer your uncle!" he said, with a sense of pride in his words.

Liu Feiyang laughed when he heard this, "That's no need, just sit for a while and leave..."

Seeing that some of the things on the shelves had fallen to dust, he said, "How is the business lately?"

"You said no, I'm really not polite to you" Cao Wumiao sat next to Liu Feiyang, "That's it, I'm usually half-dead, but in the past two days of the New Year, I'm okay, barely eating... Hey, do you see if Uncle has changed?"

"Looks fat," he replied.

"It's not this, it's too superficial!" Cao Wumiao pouted, "I'm not in a good mood now, just two days ago, a little cub smashed the glass in the middle of the night, I didn't investigate it at all, magnanimity!

Liu Feiyang was a little dumbfounded when he saw his eyebrows fluttering.

"In this area of Zhongshui County, your Uncle Cao has also experienced ups and downs, you know at the beginning, how many people were here when I was glorious, I couldn't sit down every night, and I had to stand two underground, but now it's over, no one is there!"

Liu Feiyang laughed dryly when he heard this, this matter has a lot to do with him.

"Big nephew, don't think about it, I don't mean to complain about you, I just experienced this big ups and downs, I can see everything, it's all a passing cloud, I used to think too much, and I felt distressed when others knocked on the counter, but now it's okay..." I won't tell you the truth, I used to be willing to lie at the door and listen to the sound You know, but now there is no one, and I can't hear it, but my living state is actually better, and I have a lot of energy, don't laugh at me, now your aunt is rare to me, and now I'm not here, that's to go home and stew old hen soup for me, let me make up for it..."

"Er, you cow!" Liu Feiyang gave a thumbs up.

"It's the New Year, who hasn't made some progress..."Cao Wumiao said proudly.

At this time, I heard someone knocking on the glass outside the door and shouting, "Lao Cao, bring me some flowers, fuck, there are still a few days before the New Year will be over, and now this kid is too loser..."

"It's coming... You sit down first, and come back immediately!" Cao Wumiao patted Liu Feiyang's thigh and hurriedly rushed out.

Liu Feiyang sat here, saw him go out, and carefully looked at the grocery store.

This is where dreams begin?

He didn't stay too long, when he walked out of the door, Cao Wumiao was standing in front of the stall with the people who came to bargain, and the back was no longer as funny as before, he took a few stacks of yellow paper here, paused and took two small fireworks, he gave money Cao Wumiao pushed and didn't, Liu Feiyang insisted on giving, and finally spent no more and no less than twenty-two yuan.

Sitting in the car, he still looked at the figure from time to time.

Standing on a roadside stall, with his hands in his sleeves, trembling, encountering sporadic passers-by, and shouting and selling.

It's a sight to behold.

The car drove into the field and there was no light around, it was very abrupt on the path, fortunately, the snow was very thick, there were cars passing by before, the ground was quite flat, he first came to the grave of An Ran's parents, although there was no ceremony, but he also believed that this was his father-in-law and mother-in-law, An Ran was lying on the bed unconscious, if someone passed by this grave would be too desolate.

He burned a pile of them, and pressed some yellow paper on the grave.

Hong Canhui and Wang Zizhu also got out of the car and bowed, and it took less than fifteen minutes in total, and several people drove away.

Back to the village.

Liu Feiyang was still a little strange, he turned his head to look out of the window all the way, without saying a word, he said that his homeland is difficult to leave, this is the village where he was born and raised, and he has lived here for nearly 20 years, there are too many memories that he can't give up, and after about 20 minutes, the outline of the village has gradually become clear.

He didn't enter the village, but stopped for a while, and then ran to the road at the entrance of the village directly up the mountain, Hong Canhui came once, he was not familiar with the potholes here, Liu Feiyang was behind to guide the way, the car drove to the upper foot and couldn't go up, he got out of the car, this time he didn't let the two follow, because the mountain road was rugged, and it was covered by snow, he walked this road for more than ten years, and he could touch it with his eyes closed.

As soon as I got out of the car, I felt that the mountain wind was whistling, blowing on my face like a knife, and it was pitch black all around, and I could only hear the rustle of leaves from the mountain.

When he reached the mountain, the snow was a little thinner, and there was a canopy of trees in the way, and he could see more than a dozen graves, all of them from the village, and he could still call out the names accurately, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand, holding a box of cigarettes, and when he reached the front, he opened the wine and sprinkled it on the ground, and opened the cigarette and lit one.

Finally, he knelt down and began to burn the paper.

The faint light of the fire could not illuminate the mountains, and the flames could only burn his face.

I don't know if I was thinking about what happened when I was a child, or if my eyes were blown away by the wind, and my eye circles gradually turned red.

Little by little, the yellow paper turned to black ashes, a lonely mound, and a man kneeling in front of it.

After the yellow paper was completely burned, there was no red in it, and he slowly asked in his mouth, "Dad, Mom, am I your pride?"

The only thing that answered him was the sound of the wind, and he could not hear the slightest words.

The parents of the second child are not very far away, he still has a few pieces of yellow paper in his hand, the second child can not come back to practice filial piety, he replaced, burned a pile, left without speaking, from here, you can see the village in the distance, there are sporadic lights, and you can see a curved deep ditch, which is a river covered with snow.

The mountains fed him, and the water fed him.

On the way back, the pace became much easier, a matter of heart, but also much slower, the so-called easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain is exactly this reason.

As soon as I got out of the woods and walked halfway up the hill, I saw a few people around the car.

Although the moon is not big today, there is snow all around, and this thing does not absorb light, so you can see it quite clearly.

It's too far away to hear clearly, but fortunately there are no radical movements, a little surprised, it stands to reason that no one can come here at this point in time, and even if it's here, it has nothing to do with me, and I can't understand why they are gathered around the car.

Pick up the pace and descend the mountain on the premise of safety.