Back in the house, Saburo was holding the remote control and pressing it around, and several dogs next to him were staring at the electric sports car moving around on the ground.

When Saburo saw them, he immediately commanded the sports car to crash towards three o'clock. At three o'clock, it seemed that the person was not good, a dog pounced, slapped the sports car with one paw, and made a "snap", sad.

"Uh," Le Lang came in just to see this scene, his face was full of astonishment, and the small sports car that had just arrived for a few seconds was scrapped again.

Three o'clock to the small sports car kicked the roof of the small sports car into it, even the antenna is crooked, San Lang looked, threw the remote control in his hand aside, ran over, picked up the small sports car that was destroyed by three o'clock in one hand, looked at it, the rest is fine, but there is a little air leakage on it.

Saburo angrily threw the sports car, grabbed the dog head of the three-point, and shook it vigorously, which was the method he invented to punish the three-point. Three o'clock seemed to realize that he was at a loss, let him shake it, and flattered him, but obviously San Lang didn't intend to let it go like this, and when he saw Le Lang coming, he ran to him and complained: "Uncle Ah Lang, Uncle Ah Lang, three o'clock is not good, and the car is broken." ”

Anyway, sooner or later, it will be bad, Le Lang thought to himself. But he still said: "It's okay, uncle will help you see if it can be used." ”

"Hmm," Saburo nodded fiercely.

Le Lang walked over and picked up the remote control from the ground, tried it, and it still works, but the body is a little broken. Seeing Le Lang holding the remote control and directing the small sports car to run around, San Lang suddenly forgot about the unhappiness just now, and shouted for Le Lang to give him the remote control, Le Lang gave it to him, San Lang angrily commanded the small sports car to hit the three o'clock, but this time he didn't do any more sabotage, let the small sports car crash, anyway, for him, it was just an itch.

Le Lang shook his head, ignored him, and walked in

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

Today is Qingming, and there is some rain in the sky, as if crying to the dead.

Le Lang and San Lang wore hats and walked on the mountain path.

Le Lang carried a basket in his hand and a hoe on his shoulder, and in the basket were some offerings and paper money.

According to the custom of Xiaoxi Village, the newly deceased should go to worship on Qingming Day in the first year, so Le Lang took San Lang to worship the old man under the bridge he met in Shanghai, no matter what, the old man finally fed San Lang.

The people of the Ziche tribe are buried in the ancestral mountain, and the ancestral mountain is the mountain range where the ancestors rest. The dense and layered graves on the ancestral mountain, walking in the meantime, seem to have a gust of wind blowing, and the timid people will shudder when they see it.

There is a temple on the ancestral mountain, which is the Dongyue Temple, which enshrines the Dongyue Emperor and the Ten Palaces of Yama, and the ghosts in it are hideous and terrifying, which makes people panic and fear. I remember that when Lelang went in for the first time, he saw his heart beating "bang, bang", and ran out after a few glances, and then went a few times before he gradually got used to it.

The people buried on the ancestral mountain are all Ziche people, and those who are not Ziche people can't be buried in it, so the Ziche people open up another hill next to the ancestral mountain to bury some people from Xiaoxi Village who are not Ziche people, and the old people that Le Lang met in Shanghai are buried here.

Le Lang brought the old man's ashes back and buried them here, so that San Lang could worship the old man when he grew up, this old man has the grace of life to San Lang, without him is equivalent to no San Lang, and worship should also be.

Within a few months, the grave was overgrown with weeds. When he came to the place and put down his things, Le Lang picked up the hoe, the hoe came out, and after a look, there seemed to be people worshipping the ancestors in the distance. Saburo has nothing to do next to him, and he also learns to pull weeds and clean up leaves.

After cleaning, offerings were placed in front of the grave, incense was lit and Saburo worshipped, children are easy to forget, but Saburo seemed to remember something, and he cried loudly, which made people sad to hear.

Le Lang let out a long sigh when he heard it, and let him cry. After San Lang was brought back by Le Lang, he seemed to have forgotten all about the past. Only Le Lang understands that he has not forgotten, but is hidden deep in his heart, and when he remembers it at a certain moment one day, he will break through the embankment like a flood. Perhaps, crying may not be a good thing for Saburo.

Le Lang picked up the yellow paper in the basket and sprinkled it all over the grave, and the wind blew, like the smile of the old man. San Lang finally stopped crying, and Le Lang took him to worship, cleaned up, and walked down.

The rain, as it came, was dripping.

After a period of continuous rain, the soil in Lelang's backyard seemed to loosen slightly, and tender green seedlings grew, and those sweet potatoes grew new sprouts. I don't know if it's Lelang's illusion, he feels that the fruit seedlings he planted seem to have grown taller, and the fruit seedlings he bought will only bear fruit next year, no matter how good they are, it is useless. However, those fruit seedlings in the jade Ruyi space don't know what's going on, as if there is a trend towards flowering, so that Le Lang can't understand it.

Le Lang sat on a rocking chair in the hall, grabbed a mulberry in his hand, put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and gently rocked the chair, like a fairy-like life.

"Hey, you're happy, huh?" Huang Laodao walked in from the outside wearing a hat, and he still had a coat on his body. Huang Laodao returned to his broken Taoist temple last month, Le Lang thought he wouldn't come, but who knew that he ran back in the rain today.

Looking at the appearance of the old road, looking at the green water of the lake in front of the door, a group of egrets on the lake who are not afraid of rain are flying on the water, Le Lang can't help but think of a poem: "The egrets fly in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossoms flow and the mandarin fish are fat." Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ”

Although it may not be Cisse, there may not be peach blossoms, the hat is not cyan, and the robe is not green, but this person's scene may not be different.

"Why are you here again, I thought you weren't coming back?" Le Lang said to Lao Dao while stuffing mulberries into his mouth.

Lao Dao ignored him, took off the hat and took off the coat on his body and put it aside, washed his hands, picked up a mulberry from the basin and threw it into his mouth, "Well, it's so sweet, it's better for you to be here, you have to eat and drink, and you don't have to work hard, it's free." After saying that, he shook his head and hummed an unknown tune and walked inside.

After listening to Lao Dao's words, Le Lang smiled and nodded in agreement, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. Half a ring, he reflected, this old man clearly said that he didn't have to work hard, didn't it mean that he had no heart and no lungs?

He couldn't help but sit up from the rocking chair and shouted to the old man: "You old man"

It's a pity that Huang Laodao has disappeared.

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