There is a city in the north, called Gucheng, and there is a community in the city called Jianjian, and there is a one-bedroom room in the community, and there lives a big fat man named Mo Yifu.

August 24, six o'clock in the morning.

The whole ancient city was shrouded in darkness, and it slept deeply. The distant eastern sky seems to be about to move, lifting a trace of fish belly white to show the world.

In a room in the construction community, a huge figure shook on the bed, revealing a touch of pork belly white.

"Thank you, host!I can win the 2018 Newcomer of the Year Award, I can't do without the support of the majority of readers, the support of the platform, and even more inseparable from the editor-in-charge to fish me out of the vast sea of people, and help me work hard to fight for the classification of strong push, Sanjiang, and Dafeng push! Thank you for pushing me here, although the happiness makes people dizzy, everything seems so unreal!In short, thank you, let me see where you are~"

Mo Yiyi stood in the spotlight in a suit and leather shoes, stretched out his hand, and looked for his editor in charge of the crowd below......

Suddenly, there was a loud ringing of a mobile phone like a ghost crying.

"I'm Tarzan next door, grab the vine of love, listen to me: Wow~"

The ghost-like bell woke up Mo Yifu, who was sleeping like a ghost animal, he turned over, wrapped the quilt under the straddle, and opened his eyes in pain.

"MD, I knew it was a dream!

"You are beautiful Jenny, taking me by the hand and wandering the world. Whew~"

The phone was still ringing, and the faint green light reflected his face like a ghost, and Mo Yiyi glanced at it, Mother! He quickly sat up and cleared his throat.

"Hey~" He dragged a long tail note, showing his excitement.

"My beautiful, wise, well-run mother, why did you call so early and miss your son?"

"Worship your ancestors at home today, come back quickly!" the speaker spoke concisely and clearly.

"Eh, today is not the Qingming Festival, what are you worshipping ancestors?"

"Don't be verbose, come back quickly......!

Doodoo ......

"Alas, my mother's temperament is still so anxious!

Mo Yifu put down the phone, slowly put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, shaved his beard, and stroked his hair, looked left and right in the mirror, pinched his face, and finally sighed: "Fat again~"

After dawn, he ate soy milk fritters at the breakfast shop downstairs, called a ride, slid off his mobile phone to browse the news, and found that it was all about Didi, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became.

After the car arrived, he carefully checked the license plate and the driver's information three times, and only dared to get into the car after confirming that it was a five-star driver. Along the way, he kept passing the location WeChat to his friend Da Zhuang, for fear that he would meet a frenzied driver like he said on the Internet.

Fortunately, he is a man, although he is chubby and cute, but it is still a little worse than Xiao Xianrou, but fortunately, he finally arrived in Mojia Village safely.

"Da Zhuang, I've arrived safely, you can rest assured~"

", don't bother me next time in the morning. I stayed up all night last night, and I want to catch up on sleep!"

After saying goodbye to Da Zhuang, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yifu's mouth.

"I can't sleep in, and don't even think about it. ”

He stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the straight country road in front of him.

After more than ten years, the road has slowly evolved from a mud road and a pond stone road to the current cement road. The houses in the village have also evolved from thatched houses, adobe houses, and wood-framed houses to today's brick and concrete frame houses, and more small western-style houses with two or three floors.

Among the bungalows like the stars holding the moon, there stood a small bungalow proudly, and that was his home.

Every time he saw this, he felt very guilty, in order to provide him with education, his mother was frugal and hard, and raised him with a handful of and urine, missing the best time to remarry.

When he was a child, he was not sensible, and he always asked his mother, "Where did Dad go?"

"Your dad, he's gone to a beautiful place!"

"Why don't you go to him?"

"I can't bear you~"

When he grew up, he occasionally asked his mother, "Why don't you find me a stepfather?"

"I can't bear your dad~"

When he was a little older, he just wanted to ask his mother about his father, and his sister Mo Yiqian would pick up the broom and scold while chasing and beating back: "Isn't it stupid, what do you ask? Who wants to marry a woman with two oil bottles?"

Then their mother would pick up the kitchen knife and chase after these two things!

Fortunately, children have a time to grow up. My sister has no talent for studying, so she went out to work early and got married; Mo Yibother to study and have no talent, but she was admitted to university, but unfortunately she couldn't find her ideal job.

My mother is getting older day by day and has become a real mother.

"Alas~ You and I are mortals, born in the world, running around all day long, and not being idle for a moment......"

Thinking of this, Mo Yifu's mood was a little lonely, and he slowly walked in the direction of the ancestral tomb.

There is no unified cemetery in their village, and the ancestral graves are scattered in the fields of each family, not far from the village, so it is only a two-step walk away.

At this time, the sun is three poles and the sun is shining, which is a good time to enjoy the autumn breeze.

In the distance, under a tall locust tree, he saw a familiar figure, wearing a red cheongsam, while he himself was dressed in a black tracksuit.

Mo Yifu ran forward quickly, and hugged him fiercely while the other party was not paying attention. His height and weight are both 180, holding the round Zhang Aihua, like a red, a black and a small winter melon.

"Mother, the baby is back!"

Zhang Aihua slapped Mo Yifu on the body, and scolded angrily: "Do you still know that you are coming back?

"Mother taught me a lesson, didn't I come back to see you?"

"Don't be poor~ Come and burn paper money for your dad!"

"Gotta ~ Mom, how do you wear a cheongsam when you come to the grave, it's all faded~" Mo Yifu saw that the color of the cheongsam on his mother's body had been dimmed.

"Alas~ Last night, your father gave me a dream, saying that he wanted to see me in a cheongsam. Zhang Aihua's expression was a little sad.

"Mom, my dad wants to see you wear a cheongsam when you were young, right?"

"Still poor? Your father also said that he wanted to see if you had a successful weapon, and said that if you didn't become a weapon again, he would come up from below to talk to you personally!"

"Don't~ I'm afraid! Why do you say so much about my dad, didn't you say he was a taciturn and cold handsome guy before?"

Knock Knock......

After suffering two brain melons on his head, Mo Yifu honestly weeded, burned paper, incense, meat, toasted, and worshipped......

After the event, he looked at the big locust tree next to the grave and couldn't help sighing: "Alas, this tree grows so fast~"

The breeze blew gently, and the leaves rattled as if they were clapping their hands, but the thorny branches were covered with dead leaves, and all of them fell down with a clap. He picked up a piece and slipped it into his clothes.

"See you next year, big locust tree!"

Mo Yifu lit firecrackers and pulled Zhang Aihua to the side of the road.

There was a crackling noise, confetti and smoke flew together, and a crow flew out of the branch and rattled into the sky. The big locust tree clapped its palms again, and some of the dead leaves fell off with it.

"Mom, my dad's grave is full of grass, why don't you clean it up?"

"I'm a woman, I always run to the grave, the impact is not good, how can I clean myself in the village in the future?"

"It's okay, it's okay, who doesn't know your glorious image in our village, even Uncle Wang from the next village has chased you for three years and hasn't succeeded!"

"It's not in shape~"

The two of them giggled and walked home.

They didn't notice that there was a monkey squatting on the locust tree, shaking the branches vigorously, and under the tree lay a man in black clothes, who was whining and picking up paper money and leaves, and raised his head from time to time to look at the back of Mo Yifu and the two leaving.

Mo Yifu accompanied his mother to sit and talk in the hall of the ancestral house in his hometown, and saw that some cracks appeared on the wall, and the wall skin also fell off a lot, and he felt very uncomfortable.

And Zhang Aihua, who became richer and richer as he grew older, rubbed his son's head dotingly.

"Alright, today's mission is done. Now you can report on your recent love life!"

Mo Yifu broke free from his mother's clutches, and said dissatisfied: "Mom, don't rub my head all the time, I'm an adult!"

"Rub it, I don't rub it yet! Don't interrupt, report quickly, it's your dad who wants to hear it~"

Mo Yifu hurriedly looked up at the black-and-white photo on the table, and found that his father's smile was serene and peaceful, and he didn't speak.

"Mom, don't keep scaring me with my dad!I've been too busy at work lately, and I don't have time to find a girlfriend~"

"Hmph, it's all an excuse! I've changed jobs again, haven't you?!"

"Huh, how do you know?" Mo Yifu was a little surprised, and then thought that it must be Da Zhuang's secret, this traitor, and he will clean him up when he goes back.

"Da Zhuang is a good boy, follow him well, don't fix those crooked ways! Before, you told me you were a rider, I thought it was a race car. What kind of online writer are you now, are you the kind of person who writes lace news to cheat money?"

Mo Yifu looked at his mother carefully, the newly hot big waves, the fragrance was fragrant, and his face was powdered, and he was white.

That's not right!

"Mom, do you want to have a second spring? When I just went to my father's grave, I felt that something was wrong, you didn't want to know about my love life, you wanted to inform me about your love life, right?"

"What do you think? I just feel that the years are going by, and I want to stay young forever, so I dressed up. Zhang Aihua sat up straight and said seriously.

Mo Yifu looked at it carefully for a long time, but he didn't see the clue. Come to think of it, my mother is almost fifty years old, and it is impossible to still have those thoughts.

"You, get married and have children early!Don't worry about me!By the way, I'm going to take care of your sister and the child after a while, take care of yourself!Okay, you play by yourself for a while, I'll make you something to eat~"

Mo Yifu ate lunch and dinner at home, and chatted with his mother's parents for a short afternoon, showing filial piety. However, he also repeatedly emphasized that what he is doing now is serious and promising~ As for believe it or not, only his mother knows.

It's getting late, and the autumn night gets dark very quickly, and if you don't leave, you really can't catch the No. 2 bus back to the city.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Mo Yifu ran along the familiar and unfamiliar country road, humming an out-of-tune song in his mouth, which caused the village dogs to bark too.

As he ran, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, as if someone was peeping. He looked back and saw no one. After looking around, I saw a white shadow suddenly standing up in front of my ancestral grave, and it slowly rose up. He thought he had been dazzled, and looked there carefully, and suddenly the white shadow shrank again, sometimes large, sometimes small.

There were some clouds in the sky at this time, but the moonlight was very bright, and he was not really afraid, so he took a few steps closer to the grave.

The white shadow shrank in front of the grave, busy with his own business, and in the moonlight, the shadow flickered and grew, accompanied by a low whimper.

Mo Yifu was a little surprised, this white shadow was not afraid of him, knew whose grave this was, and dared to come to do something.

"MD, are you a tomb robber?"

Mo Yi roared boldly, and stood quietly with his hands clenched into fists.

"Wow Wow...... Whining...... Wang!"

Suddenly, a dog barked, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

A big white dog jumped over from the grave, Mo Yian's body tightened, standing in place, not daring to move, the sweat of his palms was very slippery.

The white dog glanced at him, sniffed the smell, curled his tongue, and ran away. When he was about to disappear, he looked back at him again.

These two eyes really frightened Mo Yian. A man who is naturally afraid of dogs, others will not understand the pain of this delicate spirit.

However, after the cold sweat, the spirit of not admitting defeat in his heart came out again, and he even made a mighty appearance, "It's reasonable to steal food and worship you, don't go if you have the ability, draw the next line, let's compare and compare?"

In this way, it can be regarded as regaining a little face.

He turned around and prepared to move on.

"Whoa......

The locust trees on the side of the road suddenly clapped their hands collectively. A gust of wind blew gently, blowing cold on the body.

"Whoa......

The clouds in the sky had turned black, obscuring half of the moon's face, and the light had become flickering and dimming.

Mo Yifu picked up his toes, shrunk his body, and trotted forward. He didn't dare to look at the shadows among the trees, always feeling that there were countless eyes hidden there, peeking at him.

Syllable~

The shoulders are sinking, the neck is cold, here it is!