During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

It was a day of remembrance, the weather was gloomy and the drizzle was drenching, wetting the flowers to pay tribute to the dead.

The people who laughed and cried with you, loved and hated the people you remembered, and finally turned into the familiar name on the tombstone.

Zong Xiaoyu sat in front of a new grave, stretched out his hand, stroked the word Qi Zhan on the tombstone, and couldn't help but burst into tears, the rain and tears were connected together, and they gradually became indistinguishable.

"Brother Zhan, are you really unable to come back? You lied to me again. ”

Qi Yuming and Wenzhu, Qi Yuzhu and Yu Jiaojiao, and Zong Jin, all stood quietly not far away, staring here.

Zong Xiaoyu couldn't listen to anyone's persuasion, and he had been sitting in front of this grave for a day and a night.

Qi Yuming returned to the capital during the period, and used his own strength to salvage the place where Qi Zhan fell into the water, but when he couldn't salvage it, he slowly expanded the scope of the search, and finally found a body that was swollen by water blisters in the mud and sand downstream.

Qi Yuming cremated the body, put it in the urn, and brought it back to Zhenghe Village.

When he was alive, he did not come back as promised. He is dead, and his ashes should be brought back.

Zong Xiaoyu refused to believe it, it was Qi Zhan.

She grabbed Qi Yuming's clothes and asked with teary eyes: "Didn't you say that he was wearing body armor and was not hit in the head, and he was still alive? Why, he died." Yuming ...... Brother Zhan is dead, I have no man, and you have no father. This time, he really won't come back. Yuming ...... What to do......"

Qi Yuming's heart was bitter and incomprehensible, his father died because of him. He had been looking forward to the lost father, who would come back one day. But when their father and son met for the first time, they were dead.

Qi Yuming was also a little unable to accept this result.

Seeing his mother in his arms, crying like a tearful person, Qi Yuming really had an impulse to pull out a gun and shoot himself.

Zong Xiaoyu sat guarding the corpse for a few days, and finally agreed to put him in the ground. After the burial, she refused to leave, saying that she would stay here and be his company.

Zong Xiaoyu didn't listen to anyone's persuasion. She waited for Qi Zhan for most of her life, exhausting all her youth. All her good things are used to wait for that person.

Although it is bitter, it will not despair. Although I don't know if I will wait for it, there is always a hope and a thought.

But now, she didn't have to wait, her hopes and thoughts were all shattered.

"Brother Zhan, Zong Xiaoyu fell in love with you at the age of sixteen and pestered you for two years before becoming your wife. Not long after you got married, you were gone. I've waited thirty-three years for you to come back. You are so happy, you say you go and go, and you say you come back but you don't come back.

Zong Xiaoyu wants to hate you very much...... What's the point of hating a dead man?"

"There's no point in hating people to death, so don't hate. Xiaoyu, I'm back. I'm a little hungry, you can make me a bowl and cut noodles."

"What kind of knife-cut noodles do dead people eat?" Zong Xiaoyu subconsciously finished speaking, and then felt that something was wrong. Dead people don't eat, they can't speak.

She stood up with her support for the tombstone, turned her head and asked the Qi brothers, "You guys, did you hear any sound?"

Qi Yuming and Qi Yuzhu both nodded.

"We all heard it. The sound came from behind the tombstone, not from underground. “

Behind the tombstone, there was a tattered straw mat, and on the straw mat, an old man covered with grass clippings lay down.

His face was clear, but his eyes were burning and shining.

Zong Xiaoyu looked at him, took two steps forward, and slowly retreated, turning his head timidly to look at Qi Yuming.

"Yu, Yuming, you, go over and see, is that your father?"

Qi Yuming calmed down and walked towards the straw mat step by step.

The last time father and son met, it was at night.

Qi Yuming is a soldier in charge of arresting the murderer, and he is the murderer.

The two fight, life and death, and neither of them knows each other's identities. When Wenye shouted the three words Qi Yuming, he aimed at Qi Yuming's muzzle and shot at the tree on the side, and his comrades seized the opportunity to shoot at him.

His eyes were shining in the night, and Qi Yuming didn't understand what this light was at that time.

Now I know, it was tears, tears of joy.

He met his own son, a son he had never met for more than thirty years, under such circumstances. He chose to give up himself and not to hurt his son.

He didn't say anything.

Now, he's back alive. still looked at Qi Yuming with such shining eyes.

Qi Yuming slowly squatted down and held his hand, "Dad!"

Qi Zhan was in tears.

Seeing that Qi Yuming held Qi Zhan's hand, but Qi Zhan was not blown away by the wind like in his dream, Zong Xiaoyu finally walked over, shook his other hand, and clenched it hard.

"Brother Zhan...... You're back?"

"Well, Xiaoyu, I'm back. Never go again. ”

"You just said that you are hungry and want to eat knife-cut noodles? Yuming, carry your dad on your back, and we will go home and make noodles for your dad to eat. “

Qi Yuming nodded and carefully carried Qi Zhan on his back.

Qi Zhan said: "There is another person, she is so tired that she dragged me away for several days and just fell asleep. Someone, carry her on your back. “

Qi Yuzhu ran over, Yu Jiaojiao saw Qi Yuzhu running, she also ran, running faster than Qi Yuzhu.

Glancing in the direction Qi Zhan pointed, Yu Jiaojiao was unhappy and stretched out her hand to stop Qi Yuzhu.

Behind the other tombstone, a woman in a blue cloth shirt sat next to her, with short ear-length hair, her back to this side, sleeping soundly.

"My cousin and groom said that I was the only one who carried me, and other women didn't look at it. ”

Qi Yuzhu stood awkwardly and rubbed his hands, "Okay, okay, I don't carry it, I don't carry it." ”

Uncle Cousin Groom, what is this strange name.

Qi Zhan looked at Zong Xiaoyu suspiciously.

Zong Xiaoyu's eyes were swollen, Qi Zhan stared at her, and she avoided her face.

"Don't look, your eyes must be ugly if they are swollen. ”

"It's not ugly, you're the same as when you were young, you haven't changed. In my heart, it will always be the first time I saw it. ”

"Well, Yu Jiaojiao and Yuzhu, the child, are together by accident. I just finished drinking last month. Jiaojiao still couldn't change her words, so she called her cousin and groom. By the way, Brother Zhan, there is one more thing I have to tell you.

Yuzhu, the kid, did something wrong and left the harvest angry. I, I've already scolded Yuzhu, you, can you not blame him, if you want to fight, if you want to fight, don't hit too hard, okay?"

"If you have anything to say, go home and talk slowly. Jiaojiao doesn't let Yuzhu carry her, then put her on the mat, and a few of you lift her lightly and carry her back. Qi Zhan lay on Qi Yuming's back, Qi Yuming's back was wide and wide, and he said: "My son is very strong, very good-looking, like Xiaoyu." I'm glad I can still come back to you. ”

Yu Jiaojiao didn't allow Qi Yuzhu to touch the lesbian, so she had to pick up the person and put it on the mat by herself.

Wen Zhu and Zong Zhen couldn't help laughing, and stood aside to watch Yu Jiaojiao hug people.

Yu Jiaojiao slowly walked in front of the lesbian and suddenly screamed.