Lin Zeng had a lot of appetite, and it took more than half an hour to finish this hometown meal that he hadn't touched for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoQinghe City food loves sweet and sour, rice is the staple food. Xingyuan County is sour, salty and spicy, with a completely different taste, and there are many kinds of pasta.

China is a vast country, one in the northwest and the other in the southeast, and clothing, food, housing and transportation are very different. When Lin Zeng first arrived in Qinghe City, he was very unaccustomed to it, but after a long time, he was a little unfamiliar with the taste of his hometown.

When Lin Zeng checked out and left, Aunt Yuan Lu Lanshi ran out and gave him a discount, free of change.

Speaking of which, this cheerful proprietress is the person he treats the most in Xingyuan County. As for the others, there may be flesh and blood ties, but he really doesn't want to meet.

Halfway to the hotel, Lin Zeng was hit by a gust of wind, and the wind and dust with sand made Lin Zeng coldly eat the ashes on his face, and when he wiped his fingers on his face and nose, the dust fell down, just like a woman with a layer of inferior foundation.

The wind from the northwest, but with knives and blowing on the skin, is not as soft as the south wind, and the wind carries moist moisture. After facing the northwest wind for a while, I felt that the oil on my face was gone, and it was as if the hard state was about to crack.

Rao is Lin Zeng grew up here, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he trotted quickly and entered the glass door of the hotel before he felt comfortable.

After going through the formalities and booking a room, Lin Zeng put down his luggage, and the first thing he did was to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

After settling in the hotel, I went to the candle shop in Xingyuan County, bought the paper money and broom that must be prepared for tomb sweeping, and went to the lo-mei shop to weigh some sacrifices needed for worship.

In the second secret space, there is also a hoe and sickle, which can be used later.

After staying overnight, Lin Zeng drove the vehicle before dawn the next morning, left Xingyuan County, and set foot on the road to Dingmin Town.

Spring in the northwest is very different from Qinghe City. The streets and roads of Qinghe City are full of green trees, and the mountains on both sides of the highway are all layered with different greens, which is far from the so-called silent winter of ten thousand trees.

But in the winter of Xingyuan County, the fallen leaves, snowfall, and cold winds do not pull down. At present, although it is past winter, the grass is still thin, and there is not much scenery outside the road.

On the second day, although it was Qingming, but no rain fell, the sky was beautiful, the sun rose, and so Lin Zeng was outside a green pine mountain forest, when the car was parked, it was exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining, unscrupulously shining on his clothes, Lin Zeng's face, but not in the bright light, looked a little better, but his expression was gloomy, he took out the tools to sweep the tomb from the trunk, carried it on his back, and went to the mountains and forests to find his parents' cemetery.

This mountain forest, located in the northeast of Dingmin Town, is regarded as the ancestral tomb of the people surnamed Lin in the town. There are abandoned old tombs in the forest, and there are new tombs that are brand new like mansions, but none of this has anything to do with Lin Zeng.

The place he was looking for was a cemetery that was very far away, and the location was remote, and few townspeople were buried.

Lin Zeng walked like a fly, straight to the destination. When walking in the woods, at first I could meet a few townspeople from Dingmin Town, who walked in groups and went to the ancestral homes of their ancestors to worship and clean.

Lin Zeng was reluctant to meet them, and if there was some movement, he avoided them and left quickly.

Even if they inevitably saw his figure, these townspeople were confused and asked each other a few words, I don't know which descendant, and they didn't delve into Lin Zeng's origin.

His pace was much faster than in previous years. Last year, it took Lin Zeng to walk for nearly an hour to reach the site, but today Lin Zeng walked to the site, and it only took 35 minutes.

He looked at a bluestone tablet in front of him, with the dead branches and fallen leaves of pine needles on it, and the pain in his bones made his eyes red, and his heart felt like someone poking it with an awl.

With a sniff, he put down his tools and sat down directly in front of the bluestone monument.

Brushing away the fallen leaves on the bluestone tablet, a far-fetched smile rose at the corner of his mouth, just like loving parents still sitting in front of him, smiling at him, as if the sky had fallen.

He said with a dry throat.

"Ah Da, Ah Niang, I'm back. ”

"Come back once a year and tell you how I'm doing. ”

"You can rest assured, there were some difficulties in the past few years, but this year's days are much smoother. Your son doesn't have to worry about his livelihood, although his previous girlfriend collapsed, but he met a particularly suitable girl. ”

"She is studying in Beijing this year, so she can't come with me, so she will come and see you next year. She has a very good appetite, your son likes it very much, and it is very comfortable to stay with her. ”

"Ah Da, I brought you my favorite braised donkey meat, and by the way, a bag of good wine. ”

"Auntie, I know you love fruit the most. I wanted to bring some fruits from Qinghe City, but the plane was inconvenient, so I bought some in Xingyuan County, you eat slowly, and then listen to me. ”

"Auntie, your favorite steamed bun, the boss is closed, I didn't buy it. ”

"Ah Da, Ah Niang, I miss you very much, more than ten years have passed, and I am still uncomfortable. ”

"Your son will settle in Qinghe in the future, I am used to living there, as soon as I return to Xingyuan, I feel uncomfortable, I always think of when I was a child, the cool skin you took me to eat, the streets where I went to school during the New Year, and the way you picked me up from work to go to school and school, I couldn't stay, I stayed for a long time, and I was depressed. So, I still come back every year to see you. ”

"The impatiens seeds I used to sprinkle are all in patches, and when they bloom in June and July, the golden petals are sprinkled, which is very beautiful. At that time, this variety of impatiens was found by Ah Da and Ah Niang with a lot of effort. ”

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Lin Zeng said as he set up the offerings and wine, picked up the hoe, and cleaned up the weeds and fallen leaves around the grave, leaving only a half-foot-high impatiens bush next to the cemetery, the newly grown plants were vigorous, and after two months, the delicate flowers bloomed, and it was a magnificent flower field.

Finally, in a small open space in front of the grave, he burned all the paper money.

As in every Qingming Festival before, he sat in front of the grave for a whole day, until four o'clock in the afternoon, when he cleaned up his mood, looked at the clean and tidy cemetery, waved his hand like a child, and said:

"Goodbye, I'm leaving. ”

He took the tool, took two steps back, and suddenly stopped.

Looking at the sky, the day in the northwest region is brighter than that of Qinghe, and the sky is still very bright at four o'clock. Lin Zeng thought for a while, put down the things in his hand, left only a hoe in his hand, and walked towards the impatiens seedling.

Impatiens is an annual herbaceous flower that loves sunlight, is barren tolerant, and has strong vitality. This impatiens was Lin Zeng's mother's favorite plant, and several were sown on the balcony every year. It has a unique color, coral petals, there seems to be a golden light, Lin Zeng's father, called it sprinkled gold, Lin Zeng's mother likes to mash its flowers into juice, smeared on the nails.

Later, Lin Zeng had nowhere to plant these impatiens, so he could only scatter their seeds next to the cemetery, and they became more and more vigorous year by year, and the flowers grew bigger and bigger, and they grew very well.

Lin Zeng folded a few leaves from each plant at the corner of the flowers, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, carrying a handful of leaves, into the breeding space.