A few days have passed since Qingming, and Zhang Cheng has embarked on a journey home, in fact, since he entered the social work, such days make him feel a little vague.

In the days of school, Zhang Cheng always only knew what day it was today but didn't know what day it was, until Zhang Ailan called last night, and he didn't remember this thing.

"Zhang Cheng, do you have time to come back in the past two days?" Zhang Ailan's words were a little cautious.

Because she has always known that this matter has always been a thorn in Zhang Cheng's heart.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Cheng didn't think of anything else, so he thought that Zhang Ailan wanted him to go back.

"You see that Qingming has also passed, I am thinking about going to sweep the graves of your parents in the past two days, do you think you have time to come back?" Because of the change in identity, Zhang Ailan's way of speaking is also changing subtly.

Zhang Ailan knows very well that if it was before, as long as she asked Zhang Cheng to come back even if she didn't want to, but now it's different, the economy determines the status, no matter who it is.

"Okay, I'll go back tomorrow. Zhang Cheng agreed without thinking about it, this is a thing that there is no reason to refuse.

"Eh, be careful on your way. Zhang Ailan said with some joy.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng's heart rose inexplicably with sadness, the love given to him by his parents may never have been felt, but for the two people who brought him into this world, Zhang Cheng has always been full of gratitude.

So the next day, after asking for leave from the counselor, Zhang Cheng took a car back to Dingcheng.

Because he went out early enough, Zhang Cheng arrived home only at about half past nine, and when there was enough time, the three of them decided to go to the grave first and then go home to have a meal together, and if there was still time for Zhang Cheng to rush back to school in the afternoon.

Because of the early death of his parents, his grandmother and grandfather were also in a state of ignoring themselves, and they began to come to see them every year, but after a long time, they simply threw them to Zhang Ailan and his wife.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng has always had very little contact with his mother's relatives, and he is quite unkind, even if Zhang Cheng has made a lot of money later, he has no intention of going to see them.

The grave of Zhang Cheng's parents is in the village cemetery, which is actually a cemetery that the villagers occupy a piece of land, and most of the cemetery is at the foot of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is a tea garden.

Although it is not a cemetery, many people's cemeteries are exceptionally luxurious, and the cemetery of Zhang Cheng's parents looks a little shabby, ironically because the ancestral grave of Zhang Cheng's grandparents is a hundred meters away.

Because no one comes to pay respects, the cemetery is very cluttered.

"Hey!" Zhang Ailan looked at the scene in front of her and sighed.

Although Zhang Ailan comes back every year to sweep the grave, this is far from enough.

Liang Sheng did not speak, handed a sickle to Zhang Cheng, and began to weed himself; Zhang Cheng did not say anything, took the sickle and began to work.

The sun in April is nowhere near as hot as in August and September, but that doesn't stop you from working in the sun.

For an hour, none of the three of them stopped to rest, so they cleaned up the area around the cemetery, and the elderly Zhang Ailan and his wife were already tired, and Zhang Cheng also supported his knees with his hands, panting.

Zhang Cheng obviously felt that his physical fitness and body were not as good as before, and it seemed that he needed to make a fitness plan, after all, a good body is the foundation for going further.

Kowtow, burn paper money, say a few words to them, pray for peace, wealth, and so on.

Zhang Ailan talked there for a long time, talked about the hardships of these years, talked about Zhang Cheng's success, and said a lot.

The three of them didn't return home until one o'clock in the afternoon, because they did a lot of physical work, the big guy was already hungry and his chest was close to his back, Zhang Cheng proposed to go to the restaurant to eat to solve the lunch problem, Zhang Ailan and his wife had no objection.

"Aunt, do you think I want to move the graves of my parents?" Zhang Cheng suddenly asked during lunch.

In fact, Zhang Cheng already had this idea before going to sweep the tomb, but it seems that the cemetery should not be relocated at will, this is not feudal superstition, and what has been passed down by the ancestors must have his reason.

"Actually, your uncle and I also thought before, if you agree, we will find time to find someone to calculate the hexagram and then change the cemetery. Zhang Ailan did not object.

Zhang Ailan thought about this idea many years ago, but the cemetery is as scary as the housing price, and they delayed this matter due to financial constraints;

"Aunt, I'm going to trouble you about this. Zhang Cheng said gratefully.

"The family said that it was not troublesome. Zhang Ailan pretended to be angry and looked at Zhang Cheng.