"Later, one after another, your father, as well as one of your uncles and aunts, all went out, and then your father sent you back, that is, because of you, delayed me to find your grandmother, and now it seems that I can't delay if I want to, and I have a hunch that it will be soon. Huchen, after I die, you will bury me and your grandmother together. ”

Zhao Laoji turned his head, not wanting his grandson to see his old tears.

The wind in the mountainside was strong, blowing through the small grave, the weeds shook slightly, and it also blew up the hair of the grandfather and grandson, Zhao Laoji's gray hair became messy, Zhao Huchen watched his grandfather caress the tombstone with tears, gritted his teeth and nodded.

What is fate? Fate is the bitch who likes to surprise you when you don't expect it, and this bitch has always only favored those who have the ability to lift her skirt, therefore, fate is a bastard. This is Zhao Huchen's grandfather, Zhao Laoji's original words, the voice is still in his ears, and fate has made a big joke on his grandfather and grandson.

And Zhao Huchen's twenty years of peaceful life also came to a complete end with this joke.

It didn't take long for Zhao Laoji to really pass away, and in his leaky wooden house, on that cold bed, he walked away with the glory, downfall, humbleness, illustriousness, and secrets of his life.

The old man walked very peacefully, very quietly, just like this old man gave the impression of the always, not showing mountains, not dew, lying on the cold old bed, as if he was asleep, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth that Zhao Huchen had never seen.

This news didn't make much waves in Zhaojia Village, but after all, they were all from the same village, and on the day Zhao Laoji was buried, every family in the village came, and the old people all arrived.

The whole funeral was presided over by Zhao Taidou, and in the mourning hall, Zhao Huchen knelt in front of his grandfather's portrait as the only relative, and cried out in public for the first time in his life.

Although the aunts and aunts present did not wait to see the impoverished Zhao family, they were sad when they heard the crying tears at this moment, and even the village party secretary, who had always treated Zhao Huchen coldly, came up and patted Zhao Huchen's shoulder, and took the initiative to stuff two hundred yuan in his arms.

Next, people from every household came up and stuffed some money to Zhao Huchen, although it was not much, but it was finally a meager heart, the adults looked at Zhao Huchen's thin shoulders and sighed, although this child has been wild since he was a child, and his own children have not been beaten by Zhao Huchen, but now at this time, if there is still a little conscience, there is no way to be ruthless about this child who has been alone since then, the old man is gone, there is such a half-old child left, who else can he rely on? People went to tea and cool, and the night after the burial, everyone went back, leaving Zhao Taidou and his wife to accompany Zhao Huchen who was kneeling in the mourning hall.

"Poor boy." Shi Niang's eyes were slightly red, she knelt beside Zhao Huchen and stretched out her hand to hold this stubborn child in her arms, patted his body, and said: "Huchen, if you want to cry, cry out, you have no father and no mother when you are young, and in the future, your master will be your mother, your master is your father, grandpa is gone, and Shiniang, Master is here." ”

Zhao Huchen buried his head in the arms of his mother, and the children in the village scolded him for being a wild child, a wild seed without a father and a mother, he endured it silently, when he was a child, he would ask his grandfather where his father and mother were, but the answer was a deep sigh, and then when he was older, Zhao Huchen learned to swallow the pain in his stomach, and he couldn't see the pain on his grandfather's old face.

Tears wet Shi Niang's clothes, and after a short silence, the mournful cry made Shi Niang's tears fall down, and Zhao Huchen's body trembled in Shi Niang's arms.

"I don't know where your ruthless parents are, people's hearts are flesh and blood, and I haven't visited you once since I was a child, and it's really a sin to return no news when I come to this one." Shi Niang wiped her tears, the first time she scolded like this with the surname Gwenwan.

Zhao Taidou sat outside the mourning hall and smoked vigorously, looked at the portrait of Zhao Laoji in the dilapidated mourning hall, and then looked at Zhao Huchen, who was crying sadly, sighed deeply, and muttered: "Brother, you still took a step first, whether it's okay, it's okay, it's okay to go, it's okay to live, who said it's easy?" It's just that the world is unfair to you!! ”

Crying in the arms of the master almost gasped, Zhao Huchen raised his head, and his still immature face was full of poignant maturity and persistence: "Master Niang, grandpa is gone, I don't blame him, he is really tired, he really misses grandma, I know." ”

Looking at Zhao Huchen, who was so strong that it made people feel distressed, not to mention the master, even Zhao Taidou, who came to the door, had a sour eye.

Walking forward, Zhao Taidou squatted down, patted Zhao Huchen's shoulder, and said, "Good boy, it's a gentleman, don't lose your grandfather's face!" ”

"Huchen, you don't want to continue to live in this house, you will live in the third aunt in the future, if you want, call your master a mother, call your master a father, if you don't want to, it doesn't matter, we treat you as a son." Shi Niang sighed and touched Zhao Huchen's head, and said with tears.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Huchen shook his head, and he said, "Grandpa has a will, let me go to the city." ”

"What are you doing in town?" Shi Niang hurriedly asked.

Zhao Huchen took out a piece of jade pendant and whispered, "Seek your roots." ”

Seeing the jade pendant that was shining in the dim light, Zhao Taidou's shock was beyond words, and he grabbed his wife who was about to speak, Zhao Taidou nodded and said, "Then you should do it according to your grandfather's will, when are you going to leave?" ”

"Leave after the first seven." Zhao Huchen turned his head and glanced at the grandfather on the portrait, the black and white photo was also the only influence left except for the old photo with his grandmother, with a slight smile, Zhao Huchen seemed to be able to feel a warm power projected on his body along that gaze.

That night, the master wanted to take Zhao Huchen back, but Zhao Huchen insisted on keeping vigil in the mourning hall, and the couple had to go back first.

Early the next morning, Zhao Huchen, who had knelt for a day and a night without eating a grain of rice and only drank a few sips of water, stood up in front of him and almost fainted, gritted his teeth, and moved out of the mourning hall step by step, he carried a lot of money on his body, which was given to him by the neighbors in the village yesterday.

The first thing he did was to return every piece of money, and his grandfather told him that no matter how downtrodden the descendants of the Zhao family were, they could not be reduced to the point of relying on others for charity.

Zhao Taidou knew about this, although he was surprised, he didn't stop it, just watched him persistently knock on the door one by one, pay back the money, and then leave.

The companions who used to do evil together also saw the changes in Zhao Huchen, no one went up to hook up with him anymore, and the eyes that looked at him did not carry the fear of violence of their peers, only the sympathy that made Zhao Huchen sit on pins and needles.

Zhao Huchen can distinguish between being kind to him and giving him alms, so he will repay the money one by one today without refusing the kindness of his master and his wife.

Because grandpa also said that the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring, and the person who helped you when you were most poor is definitely worth remembering for a lifetime.

In the past seven days, Zhao Huchen has knelt in the mountainside of the back mountain, in front of the graves of grandpa and grandma, although he has never seen what grandma looks like, but from the only mottled old photo in the family, it can be vaguely seen that grandma definitely belonged to the beauty of the country and the city when she was young, but time has passed, and all the glory, glory, downfall, and humility of the year have turned into a small grave with the entry of grandpa and grandma into the ground, and turned into dust.

Today is the seventh day, afternoon.

This time, it was not the master who came up to the mountain to deliver food to Zhao Huchen, but the master.

The third uncle brought dinner for two and two bottles of wine.

Today's meal is extraordinarily rich, with four meat and four vegetables.

Putting the meals out one by one, Zhao Taidou sat down according to the tombstone, took out four wine glasses, one for himself, handed one to Zhao Huchen, put two in front of the tombstone, opened the wine bottle cap, and filled the four cups.

Zhao Taidou picked up the wine glass, motioned for Zhao Huchen to have a glass with him, turned around and stroked the tombstone, and sighed: "Brother, I came to see you, and my sister-in-law." ”

After saying that, it was all in one gulp.

Watching the third uncle sprinkle the wine in the other two cups into the soil, Zhao Huchen raised his head and took a dry sip.

The spicy liquor slid down the throat into the stomach, and after a short period of spiciness, it was a hot and spicy thrill, and the cold body was also burned with warmth because of the mountain wind.

"Good boy! Drink! A man who doesn't get drunk once and cries once is not a man! Seeing that Zhao Huchen dried the glass of wine in one gulp, Zhao Taidou praised it, and then filled it again, and then dried it.

The conversation between the men is never too verbose, the two sit in front of the tombstone, you have a glass, I have a glass, the two bottles of wine quickly bottomed out, but the dish has never been moved.

Wine is sad, who said that drunk can forget worries? Why did Zhao Huchen still feel a burst of loneliness.

As if able to understand people's hearts, Zhao Taidou patted Zhao Huchen's shoulder fiercely, and said seriously: "Boy, the surname Zhao has to show some backbone, your grandfather, your grandmother is watching you!" Today is the last day, and as soon as the morning dawns, you will give me a good look up! ”

Zhao Huchen nodded vigorously, raised his head and dried the last drop of wine, a tear seeped out of the corner of his eye and dissipated with the wind.

The twilight is getting deeper, the dead trees on the hill not far from the dark blue sky look even more desolate and lonely under the bleak night wind, and in the dark night, only the sound of wine glasses colliding with wine glasses remains, and the little grave lies quietly on the ground, quietly looking at the two men.

"Master, let's go!" Zhao Huchen stood up and said.

Zhao Taidou nodded, stood up, and the two left the small grave.

At noon the next day, Zhao Huchen stepped on the train to the south with the two thousand yuan that the third aunt did not allow him to refuse, and the destination was Mingzhu.

As for why he went to Mingzhu, Zhao Huchen himself didn't know, but the third uncle explained that there were many people in Zhuzhu and it was easy to find someone, so he bought a train ticket to Mingzhu.

Seeing the train leave, Zhao Taidou's brows were tightly locked, and Shi Niang's eyebrows were full of sorrow.

"I don't know when I'll be able to come back." Shi Niang sighed.

"The fate of the Zhao family is that no matter how worried they are, they should have a head, and when it comes to him, I see a turnaround." Zhao Taidou said lightly.

"This child is alone in a place like Mingzhu that eats people and doesn't spit out bones, even if he is wronged or bullied, there is no place to cry, how can people rest assured?" Shi Niang shook her head, obviously not listening to Zhao Taidou's words in her heart.

"Don't worry, this kid will be able to succeed after all. After so many years of those things, there are also some people who have been looking for the descendants of the Zhao family, just hoping to make up for the mistakes of the year, and those people will try their best to take care of this child when they find it. Zhao Taidou saw the wind, took off his coat and put it on his wife's body, and said lightly.

"Originally, I thought that the old man would let him stay in this small village all the time and live his life safely, but when it came to the end, the old man still changed his attention." On the way back, Shi Niang looked at the mountain behind Zhaojia Village in the distance, in that mountain, there were two people buried, and those two people bore too many stories.

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