Chapter 193. Worship your mother before the grave with tears in her eyes. At this time, it is better to have a child than nothing

Not to mention that Chang Lijian took the two women to the city, Bao Wude returned to the company to arrange work, but only said that Fan Ermao rushed to one place when he left the restaurant. Huoran? Wen??? ???． ｒａｎｅｎ`ｎｅt

This Fan Ermao hurried to the bazaar, and when he arrived at the market, Fan Ermao went straight to the stall area selling yin goods.

It turns out that tomorrow is the ghost solar term on October 1, and those who do children should burn paper for their relatives in the next life, worship their ancestors, and the Central Plains region is generally only the mid-year festival in July, and some areas with strong Buddhist culture are more than the mid-year festival.

In the Central Plains, because July coincides with the autumn harvest and autumn planting season, farmers are busy with wheat and are not afraid of being busy and are afraid of beans and leaves, and they will harvest crops in autumn and plant crops, and they are very busy, so the Central Plains region has pushed the ancestor worship in July to the Winter Clothes Festival on October 1.

Fan Ermao came in a hurry to buy winter clothes, coins, burning paper, and sacrifices.

Fan Ermao had a plan in his heart, he planned to get up early tomorrow morning and go to his wife's grave, in addition to sending winter clothes and paper money to his wife, he also wanted to meet Zhu Eunchen.

In the past few years, every Qingming Festival and Winter Clothes Festival went to the grave of his wife to burn paper, Fan Ermao deliberately avoided Zhu Eunchen, for fear that his shabby appearance would make the emercial see the disgust, so every time he went to the grave of his master and mother to burn paper money, he was in a hurry, and after watching Zhu Eunchen's convoy from a distance, he slowly came to the grave of his wife, and then put on incense, burned paper, spoke to his wife, sang operas, and wet his placket with tears in the crying sparse place, and he reluctantly left his wife's grave at sunset and ran to the harbor in his heart. to cruise your own life.

Fan Ermao prepared all the sacrifices and put them at home, and went to busy himself again.

In the evening, Jia Huixia came back, Fan Ermao looked at this standard melon seed face, his fair and ruddy face with a seemingly nonexistent smile, his bright eyes were big and bright, it seemed that there were ripples in his eyes, he had an unspeakable feeling for this woman, as long as he saw this face, he remembered the innocent little girl when he was a girl, and then it would be reflected in Fan Ermao's mind like a comic, making him infinitely reverie. Thinking about it, he looked at the woman in front of him seriously and asked, "I'll go to my aunt's grave tomorrow to send yin money, will you go back?" ”

"Back, back. I was going to go back and see my son. Jia Huixia flashed her big watery eyes, and said eagerly, after speaking, the water waves in her eyes rippled, her ruddy face was suddenly full, the expression on her face changed like a storm, her nose made a sobbing sound, and the crystal beads in her eyes were already hanging in the corners of her eyes.

"I don't know if my son has lost weight? Breastfeeding children do not like to eat, and must have lost weight. "A woman who is in a hurry to speak is in a hurry, and tears are also in a hurry, and when she says it, she has already flowed down her cheeks.

Fan Ermao couldn't help but feel pity for the jade, and quickly stepped forward to wipe the tears on Jia Huixia's face, and then stretched out an arm to wrap around Jia Huixia's waist, Jia Huixia lay on Fan Ermao's shoulder and whimpered.

"Don't cry, you prepare, and then ask Manager Ren for a leave, let's go back early tomorrow morning."

"Uh-huh." Jia Huixia nodded vigorously on Fan Ermao's shoulder. After a pause, he said: "I will divorce that turtle grandson when I go back this time, and I will resolutely not live with him." ”

"What about the child?"

"Take it home and let my mother raise it."

"It's not as easy as you think, let's do it first, don't think about it so much, just go home and see if the child is okay." Fan Ermao patted Jia Huixia on the back and said.

"Uh-huh."

The two talked for half the night before going to sleep.

Without further ado, early the next morning, Fan Ermao hurriedly got up to wash, Jia Huixia also got up and was busy cooking knives for Fan Ermao, preparing sacrifices, everything was ready to stop, the two of them had a hasty breakfast, then took the sacrifices and set off on a motorcycle.

At the lower intersection leading to the village, Fan Ermao stopped the motorcycle, and Jia Huixia got out of the car.

"It's not far from home, you can walk back by yourself, and it's not interesting to go further so that the villagers can see it." Fan Ermao looked at Jia Huixia, "I'll go back after burning the paper, it's not too late for you to come back in the dark, don't come back easily, stay with your son for a while." ”

"Uh-huh. You're done with your work. We'll see you in the evening. After Jia Huixia finished speaking, she carried her bag, twisted her ass and walked briskly.

When he arrived at the cemetery where his wife was buried, Fan Ermao saw that it was still early, and looked around, the earth was foggy, the cold air hit people, the wind blew on the face, and it was bleak. Looking closer, a large area of old graves had been cleaned up, and Fan Ermao knew in his heart that this was cleaned up by the Zhu family a day in advance, so that Zhu Eunchen could see it when he came back to worship his ancestors.

Fan Ermao walked to his wife's grave, his heart couldn't help but feel sad, a cold air rushed to his brain, his eyes blurred, and his eyes were moist. Then he bent down and leveled a small piece of ground in front of his mother's grave with both hands, drew a circle on it, and placed the sacrifices he brought in the circle one by one, and then put the incense wax, dark coins, and burning paper in front of him, and everything was placed neatly. Mother...". Tears flowed down her cheeks.

Just listen to Fan Ermao singing:

"On the Winter Clothes Festival on October 1st, Ermao went to my mother's grave and saw that the weather was getting colder. I don't know if you can wear a list.

Ermao I went to the grave to send paper money, I didn't dry my tears when I saw my mother's grave, dear old lady, you are here, desolate and lonely.

In the blink of an eye, it has been many years, the old lady, you went down to the west of the world, the west has the boundless Dharma, and I have passed the sevenfold pass.

I knelt in front of the grave and cried and shouted, shouting that the old lady is so ruthless, the ruthless old lady, you leave me, complain about the mother, and then look back at me.

I have something to say, you can hear, you are as heavy as Mount Tai to me, you have been forever to my nurturing grace, you have been very bitter to me, you have been very difficult to me, my mother is often concerned for my son, but my son has not bothered to be willing.

The three pillars of incense burned paper again, and gave the old lady money to the underworld, hoping that the mother would not be afraid to spend money, and the mother took the spaceship to the west sky.

In this life, I am ashamed of you, and in the next life, I will repay my kindness to my mother.

Kneel on the ground and cry mother, think of your kindness and tears,

The first month of the month is the first month, I want to eat in front of your house, you see that I take it pitifully, give me food to wear, and pass on your ability to tell the fortune to me.

February mile comes to February day, the family lacks money to buy vegetables, the old lady, you go to the field to pick wild vegetables, and there is only the February orchid in the frozen field.

March mile to March three, March peach blossom pollen is shining, mother, you make clothes for me, in order for me to stand in front of people with glory.

In April, there is Qingming, the yard flies to the spring Yan, the willow is around the beam, and the mother teaches me to learn Qimen Dunjia how to arrange the plate.

May mile to Mayday, mother, your life is really difficult, get up early in the dark and go underground, boil a few eggs and leave it to me.

In June, the hot people were flustered and panting, and the old lady went to the field to do the work, in order to fill the autumn harvest warehouse.

July is the seventh of July, the beggar will be a weaver girl on the day of the beggar day, and the mother is lonely, tears and speechlessness.

August miles came to the eighth day of the first month, the bright moon rose in the east only half ah, my mother taught me Yi under the moon, and the plum blossom Chrysostom went to gossip.

September mile to September 9, Chongyang stepped on the autumn high-rise building, mother, you hold my hand, teach me filial piety and loyalty.

October came to the eleventh, the family worshiped the ancestors and sent winter clothes, my mother was afraid that I would be homesick and lonely, so she talked with me until late at night.

November came to winter, the snow was blowing in the wind, and my mother was afraid that I would be frostbitten, so she knitted a hat to cover my face.

December came for the whole year, every family was reunited, and my mother gave me new clothes and money, so that I could celebrate the New Year happily.

On the first day, the second and third days of the new year, every family pays New Year's greetings, and my mother leads me to turn around in the village, as if my relatives and children are by my side.

Mother, mother's figure in front of me, kneeling in front of the grave and crying mother, mother has been away from me for many years.

Mother believes that the Buddha went to the West Heaven, and the Buddha took pity on me, let me see my mother's face, and let me repay my kindness to my mother.

Mother, you have returned to the west, you can go to it by boat and boat, you have more fun on it, and you don't have to hang up in the world.

Mother, mother, mother, mother, paradise fairyland can be comprehensive? I heard that there are also demons in the fairyland, and they spend money to eliminate disasters and pass seven levels.

Mother, mother, you are so frugal in the world, and now that you are alone in heaven, you must be safe.

Mother, mother's figure in front of me, kneeling in front of the grave and crying mother, mother has been left behind for many years.

It hurts to think of my mother's heart, like a steel knife cutting my heart. In this life, I am ashamed of you, and in the next life, I will repay my kindness to my mother.

Thinking of my mother's tears, Huangquan Road must be bitter, you have to go all the way, you are so lonely.

Mother, you have to go all the way, you can be willing to spend money on a horse and a sedan chair, if you don't have money, you must give me a dream, and I will send you paper money.

Mother, you must go well, all the way to the west safely, all the way must be safe......" Fan Ermao cried desolately, shouted dismally, his head hit the ground, tears washed his face, grief-stricken, the sky was dark, the more he cried, the more painful he cried, the more miserable he cried, his voice was choked, his voice was long and short, and he fainted.

Suddenly Fan Ermao felt someone patting him on the back, and someone helped him up, this Fan Ermao cried a mess, he didn't know where he was, what he was doing, only endless crying and shouting, until someone helped him up, he felt a group of people standing beside him in a dim way, Fan Ermao understood something, remembered that he was in front of his mother's grave, so he restrained some sadness, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, wiped a handful of snot, lowered his head and turned to the side.

At this time, he was held, and he heard someone shouting: "Brother Ermao, I can see you." ”

Fan Ermao was startled, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked at it, a tall and mighty man stood in front of him, and he hadn't seen the eunuchs more mature and handsome for a few years. Fan Ermao looked at the righteous man in front of him and was pleasantly surprised.

Precisely:

Worship the mother and cry in front of the grave, at this time it is better to have a son than nothing.

If you don't ask your mother about the cold temperature before you die, why bother with tears after death?

Two rafters in the mud and a nest, the wings become a guide without feeding.

The empty nest chirps day and night, and the old swallow is childish and tearful. (To be continued.) )