Thinking of this, I smiled: "Mom, you're too exaggerated." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info dad is measured. ”

"What a measure! A few days ago, your dad gambled all night and must have lost a lot. Mom snorted.

"One night?" I was amazed.

"Yes! Otherwise, how could I have counted him down? I've worked hard all year round to earn a few bucks, and don't throw them all on the table when the time comes......" Mom said.

"That's what I should say. How can you fight day and night! Daddy is really! I grunted.

"It's not easy for your father. I'm tired for more than half a year, but I have to have some fun. Otherwise, people don't have much energy to live~" Seeing that I blamed my father, my mother couldn't help but turn against me and defend my father.

I was speechless and could only divert the subject: "Mom, do you know? There is really a place in Huai'an! ”

"You really believe your milk is talking nonsense!" Mom answered disapprenorovingly.

"I'm just curious, I couldn't help but search, I didn't expect this place to really exist~" I looked at Ma Lisuo's movements and said with a smile.

"It's called a blind cat meeting a dead mouse! Perhaps, who has heard your grandmother say this place name before~" Mom smiled and stroked the broken hair in her ears, and instructed me: "You go and let your father kill the chicken!" ”

I had no choice but to walk over and shout to my father, who was concentrating on watching TV: "Dad, Mom asked you to kill chickens~"

"Oh. Kill in a moment. The water hasn't boiled yet! Dad looked down at the kettle and said.

"Dad said the water wasn't boiling~" I reported to my mom.

"Xiaocao'er, just listen to what your grandmother said, don't worry. Even if it is true, the person is long gone, and there is no way to verify it. So......" Mom sighed as she spoke, and didn't go any further.

"Got it." I replied sullenly.

The snow was still flying outside the door, but it was warm inside. I thought of my grandmother, who had been gone for more than ten years, and suddenly felt empty for no reason. If only Grandma were still around. Grandma's head is like a magical story pocket, which contains all kinds of inexhaustible stories. This kind of snow day is the easiest for her to talk. Often she hasn't finished a story yet, and the sky is already dark.

My grandmother passed away in June of the year I was in my second year of junior high school. The eldest aunt who moved to other places with the eldest brother, and the second uncle and second aunt who moved to other provinces, they all rushed back. After finishing Grandma's funeral, a group of people left in a hurry. Grandma lay lonely in the faint green hills, turning into one of the countless tombs.

Except for the living relatives, no one will know what kind of joys and sorrows of life are buried in the high and rising mound.

Of course, they won't care either.

Except for the simple epitaph that slaps when you inadvertently pass by. They have nothing to do with the man buried deep in the ground.

For future generations, every grave will be remembered three times a year. Once on the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, once when the lanterns were shining, and once in the Qingming rain falling. For modern people who are getting busier and busier, only on these three special days will the deceased be recalled, and then remembered by nostalgia.

The increasingly empty village of Dage has not escaped this curse.

Every three days, many of the families who moved to the county seat of Kitahara will return. Some of them ride motorcycles, some drive private cars, and some take public transportation. No matter what kind of transportation they use, their purpose is very precise and unified: to return to their hometown and Shangliang'er.

Shanglianger is a dialect of Ueno Township. The people of Ueno call the ceremony of honoring deceased relatives on the fifteenth day of the first month of the 30th day of the Chinese New Year's Eve and during the Qingming Festival in April. In those days, the family helped the old and the young to burn paper and kowtow to the deceased ancestors. After the paper is burned, a candle is lit and a firecracker is set off at the entrance to the tomb. Originally, the burned thick straw paper would be marked with copper coins. Later, they all burned the 1 million and 10 million coins they bought.

Except when it is bright, few people go to the cemetery to see it. The people of Dage Village thought it would be taboo. Even if you happen to pass by a grave that happens to be built on the side of the road, you will whisper a prayer and recite it, which is a lot of offense.

I remember one year during the summer vacation, I walked alone to my grandmother's grave and sat for a long time. The cypress tree that my grandmother planted when she was in the soil was already very tall. At noon, when the heat was hot, I sat in the shade of the tree, and from time to time a small breeze blew in the mountains, but I was not bothered by the heat at all. There was something else that bothered me at that time. I was muttering about my pain in my heart, hoping that my grandmother would comfort me and give me advice as before. But I didn't hear anything except the occasional rustling of leaves. I stared blankly at my grandmother's low grave and let out a long sigh of disappointment.

The flower master who came out to take the cow saw me and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you here? Want milk? "Hua Ye was driving the cattle on the edge of the field not far below, and asked me.

I didn't affirm or deny: "Hua Ye herds cattle!" ”

"Yes! You're a little girl, so let's go back quickly. It's cloudy after two o'clock in the middle of the day, so don't get anything unclean! Hua Ye said, drinking the cow and burrowing into the forest on the edge of the field. After a while, the surroundings were silent, and even the heavy wheezing of the cow could not be heard.

I stayed a little longer before patting my ass and walking back. On the way, I met my anxious mother.

"You dead girl, you have nothing to do to drill into the graveyard!" Mom put her hat on my head and counted it hard.

"I'll come to see the milk~" I squinted my eyes and said, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from my forehead: "How do you know?" ”

"Hua Ye said it when he just passed by the door." Mom replied. After saying this, my mother stopped talking. I thought about my thoughts, but I didn't speak. The two of them walked silently. When I was about to get home, my mother said thoughtlessly: "You are not too young, let's talk about a friend outside." There's no need to keep your eyes on us. ”

At that time, I realized that my mother knew. She saw the matter between me and Ma Xiaolong. She covered her and didn't say anything, and when I opened my mouth, I didn't say anything, so it dragged on until now. She was afraid that I wouldn't be able to turn around, so she hurried to find me after listening to Hua Ye's words. The so-called concern is chaotic, but she still opened her mouth before me.

"Hmm." I agreed, but tears welled up in my eyes. How hard is it to give up someone you have liked for many years......

I didn't expect the world to be impermanent, three years later, after I really let go of that person, I didn't listen to my mother's words and turned around and was sad for a person I have known since childhood.

Fate~~

"Oh, what are you doing!" With my mother's exclamation, I came back to my senses, and there was already a soaked bamboo shoot on the ground. I still have one in my hand, and I'm about to throw it out of the basin.