As the saying goes: Ruixue is a good year, what will happen to next year's crops At this time, Liu Feiyang doesn't care too much, he can't say that he has big ideals, but he is definitely not a small citizen. From the day his parents died, he matured overnight, but he didn't have many ideas, but he knew to protect the land under his feet, live a prosperous life, and couldn't let others guide him behind his back.

Now that the second child and one pincer have gone down, the house is gone, and the future life is a problem, if you want to continue to walk in the world, you must find a way out, according to his ideas, at least you have to live a personal life.

His body was covered in snow again.

The second child sat next to him and still didn't stop crying, the whole person was already sluggish, without any energy, curled up in a ball.

"Whew..."Liu Feiyang took a breath.

The northwest wind had dried the little moisture left on his lips, which were chapped and bleeding, and his face was frozen reddish-purple.

"Click—" he got up.

The snow that had fallen on him at the beginning had melted and froze his clothes, and the thin ice on it was squeezed and broken.

"Old man, there is a use for crying, go, go home and pack up your things, you can sleep without a house and a bridge, you can eat without a land, you can eat with all your strength, you see that sparrow has nothing to eat in winter, and I haven't seen a few starve to death in the snow in winter" Liu Feiyang relieved himself, he knew that life had to go on.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the second child, and his thin body was forced up by him, and he said.

"Also, your parents didn't stretch your legs to make you kneel, and I didn't want you to stand up straight! I don't believe you can starve to death..."

"Brother Yang..."The second child slowly raised his head, with tears on his face and a helpless look.

"Hold back, go home!" Liu Feiyang said, holding him forward with one hand.

The snow in the sky is sweeping away the dust in the air, and the snow on the ground is filling the footprints of the two, and the figures are becoming more and more blurred, and the blood stains just now are also covered...

When she got home, the woman was already standing at the head of the kang, directing three or five strong men in the village to move things down.

She got married but didn't have a good life, her family's house is still a yellow mud wall, and now there is a brick house of Liu Feiyang's house, and she can't stand it for a moment.

Those people were stunned when they saw Liu Feiyang coming back, after all, they were the masters here, and they hesitated and didn't dare to make a move.

The woman stood on the kang and pinched her waist, "Feiyang, don't blame your aunt for being anxious, you know my relationship with Sanhuzi, he usually goes to my house to have a meal, but now he is gone, I always feel that Sanhuzi is also on the kang when I sit at home, and I am panicked!

"No..."Liu Feiyang didn't dare to look at it more.

He also wanted to cry, it was easy to say here that it was also the root of the old Liu family, and he was buried like this in his hands, he was a sinner, and he blamed himself a little.

"Don't move the box on the kang, I'll take it myself, and throw away the rest if you don't like it!" Liu Feiyang said, taking off his shoes and walking onto the kang.

The kang was very hot, and it was a little hot for the feet.

The woman walked up in two steps, raised her chin, and asked in a mysterious whisper, "What other valuables are here?"

"Priceless!" he said, taking the small box in his hand, and was about to walk down.

"Cut... If you want to say that there is some gold jewelry or something, I believe it, if you want to say that there is a priceless treasure, it is a fool..."The woman hugged her shoulders again, shook her head and said, "I don't know who Lao Liu is, I used to want to have a relationship with me, but at that time I saw through it, he will be sullen farming, and he will not have a big profit in his life..."

When Liu Feiyang heard this, he stood in place, his teeth creaking and crunching, and he didn't look back.

"Auntie, the deceased is a heavy person, and my dad shouldn't say it whether he has a chance or not, just like I say now that the three tigers always steal people's chickens and touch people's eggs, do you think it's good! No matter what you did in life, you can't mention it again when you die, and when I pass by the grave of the three tigers in the future, I may bow down, that's respect!"

After he said the next sentence loudly, he left without looking back.

"Oops... What did he mean?" the woman saw him leave, jumped on the kang and asked the people, "Does this little cub owe a beating, does he think I am a bully?"

Actually, there are a few photos in this box.

It's the wedding photo of his parents, to his full moon, from one year old to sixteen years old, the time span is as long as 19 years, and the color has changed from black and white to color...

and then to two twenty-inch black and white avatars.

Liu Feiyang carried the box and wandered at the crossroads, in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest, he was a little hesitant, not knowing where to go in the future.

"Brother Yang, where are we going?" The second child followed behind, and the blood on his face had been washed away by the snow.

Where to?

It's the equivalent of what Shakespeare said: to live or to perish, that's the question!

He hesitated for a long time, and took out the money from his pocket, six dollars three.

There was no response, and he walked towards the entrance of the village with firm steps, there was a small shop with yellow paper in it, and he used the six yuan and three cents to buy two stacks of yellow paper, and handed them to the second child.

"Take it, burn it for our parents and our parents, and after burning the paper, Brother will take you into the city!"

"Hey..."The second child was very obedient, took it, and followed with a dull head.

The two walked back along the road where they had caught the fish again, the grave was on the hillside, according to the rules of the countryside: those who died by the end of the day could not enter the ancestral grave, and the grave of their parents also stood here alone, there was no tombstone, just a grave.

Liu Feiyang knelt in front of the grave, lit the yellow paper with a match, and then handed it to the second child, whose parents' grave still had to go inside.

The smell of burning yellow paper is peculiar and sad.

He looked at the flames and threw yellow paper into it one by one, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"Dad, Mom, my son is unfilial, the house and the land are gone..."His lips trembled, and tears began to fall.

"You have taught me since I was a child that we are farmers, but the grain we grow feeds hundreds of millions of people, and we are no worse than others, and we have to stand up straight and speak hard! My son has lost the house and land, but my son does not regret it, you said, we are farmers, but there are some things that must be done..."

"Quack..."The mountains and forests were empty and empty, only crows were chirping.

"Mom and Dad... My son is leaving, and I don't have the face to continue to stay here, but don't worry, I will burn paper for you every Qingming, Death Day, July 15 and New Year, thank you for bringing me to this world, so that I can walk in the world..."

As he spoke, Liu Feiyang suddenly collapsed, and the words in his heart that had been held back for a long time instantly gushed out.

"We have a good home, why am I left alone, Dad, I said that when you are old and your hair is gray, I will help you dye your hair when you sit on the bench, Mom, I told you, when my son has a child, you help bring it, I am afraid that the education is not good, but why is it gone..."

He pressed his forehead to the ground and wept.

"My son is afraid, my son is afraid of being alone in this world, and I am also a child... Mom and Dad, I miss you! I miss the dumplings you made, and I miss the willow strips you used to beat me... Mom and Dad, my son is not happy, my son is not doing well, and my son wants to lie on the kang and wait for you to bring the food..."

He shouted hoarsely, looked up, and opened the box.

A photo emerged inside, the first one was a black and white photo of his parents when they got married, both of them were very immature, they looked younger than he is now, and he was trembling holding the photo.

Watching the parents grow old a little bit in the photo, the green young man is no longer young, the young girl is not there, gradually, there is an immature child in the photo, with an innocent smile, the child is growing up, and the parents are getting old...

It's not so much that the years urge people to get old, but that children urge people to get old...

He looked at the photo and shed tears, the past scenes floated in front of him, his father's frown, his mother's smiling face, but now, those have long since left him.

He began to cry loudly and roll on the ground again in this snowstorm, in front of the tombless and lonely grave.

vent all the sad grievances in the past few years.

After about an hour, the yellow paper had disappeared, he raised his sleeve and wiped his tears, and said with teary eyes: "Parents, if there is an afterlife, the son will still be your child, please don't die so early, let me do my filial piety..."

He saw someone coming over in the distance, and knew that it was the second child who had come back from burning the paper, took a deep breath and stood up, looked at the grave and said, "Parents, the child is gone, not for anything else, we are men who can carry things on our shoulders, so we have to live a good life and show it to ourselves!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around without any nostalgia and went down the mountain...