According to the older generation's interpretation of funeral customs, after one spouse is buried, the other spouse must wait 100 days before visiting the spouse's grave. This is a rule handed down by our ancestors, whether you believe it or not, you have to do things according to the rules.

Since Bingqing's mother was buried, his father insisted on going to his wife's grave to have a look. We are good words as children, and after a hundred days have passed, we will visit our mother, which is what she hopes in the spirit of heaven. If you miss your mother, look at the picture of her before she died.

With tears in his eyes, the father sighed and nodded in understanding. But who can put themselves in the shoes of a father who has endured the pain of bereavement?

My father was buried on December 26. From that day on, my father looked at the calendar almost every day, pressed his finger to the circle I had drawn for her (the circle was the time when the 100th day had arrived), and silently read the number of days until that day.

In order to prevent his father from counting the numbers all day long, Bingqing's younger brother took his father to live with him, he and his younger siblings accompanied him all day long, and his niece also comforted his grandfather and told him jokes to distract him. But within two weeks, my father insisted on going home, to the home where he had lived with his mother for decades. Bingqing's father said that as soon as he came home, he felt as if his mother had not left yet, and was still talking to him at home.

When my father returned home, he still kept the house clean and bright, just as it had been when my mother was alive. Sometimes my father was tired of doing housework, so he sat quietly on the sofa, looked at the photo of Bingqing's mother on the square table affectionately and chattered a few words.

Bingqing knew in her heart that her mother was no longer there, and her father would be even more lonely. No matter how busy the school was, he would quit and insist on going home to take care of his elderly father.

One day, as usual, Bingqing hurriedly cooked a meal after returning home from school, stood at the door and shouted: "Dad, it's time to eat!" "I didn't hear back either. He was very curious, obviously the door of the courtyard was open, so he shouldn't be going anywhere! Thinking of this, Bingqing hurriedly walked into his father's room to take a look.

His father was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking agitated and sad, and a few tears fell from his old eyes. Bingqing quietly walked to his father's side, squatted down, and asked sadly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" ”

My father still didn't say anything, covered his face, and couldn't stop crying. Seeing this scene, the tears in Bingqing's eyes couldn't stop flowing downward. He understood that Dad remembered his late mother again. In fact, Bingqing also thinks about her mother! But at this time, he didn't have a better language to comfort his father, just accompanied by tears.

Bingqing choked and comforted: "Dad, Mom is gone." You should eat or eat, you are so sad, you are so painful, how can your mother know the truth. I believe that my mother's spirit in heaven also wants to be happy! ”

"Son, go eat. I'm not hungry! Bingqing's father looked at him with tears in his eyes and said sadly.

"Dad, if you don't eat it, I won't eat it either!" Bingqing simply sat on the chair, in a daze, and said stubbornly.

His father looked at Bingqing, and knew that he was also thinking about his own body, and it was not good to go against his son's wishes, so he followed him into the kitchen. Bingqing saw that his father's thinking had finally changed, and he turned his worries into joy, and hurriedly filled a full bowl of rice for his father, wanting to watch his father eat it. Who knows, my father just moved the chopsticks, then put them down again, turned around and went back to his room.

His father's emotions made Bingqing deeply infected, how could he eat it! In the countless days since her mother's death, Bingqing has shed many sad tears. All this, only Yujie feels the most sorry for him.

Ay! Looking forward to the stars and the moon, the 100 days after my mother's burial are finally coming. Two days away, it suddenly began to rain heavily in the sky. Bingqing was worried that it would be the same on the day she swept her mother's grave, so she said to her father casually: "If it rains that day, let's go another day." On a rainy day, that bad road is even more difficult to walk. ”

"How's that going to work?" Bingqing's father became anxious when he heard this, and said angrily: "What is the rain, it is a knife and a sea of fire, and I will go too!" ”

Seeing his father's persistent appearance, Bingqing hurriedly apologized for his many mouths, and promised to go to his mother's grave with his father to send some money.

On the day of the tomb sweeping, it was a sunny day. My father said that this was a good weather that my mother knew that we were going to go, and that she had deliberately arranged for her. After a few of Bing Qingye finished breakfast, he walked to his mother's grave, and his father nagged all the way, in the past two days, for two consecutive nights, your mother gave me a dream, saying that I was going to take you to the tomb to sweep the grave. It's been more than three months since my mother passed away, and the memories left to my father are still so vivid, which makes me a little surprised.

When he arrived at the tomb, his father stood in front of his mother's grave, staring at his mother's lonely grave, unwilling to leave for a long time. At this moment, how many confidant words does my father want to tell my dear people? However, one is in the world, and the other is in the underworld! Yin and yang are separated, and my heart is full of sorrow.

My father was a little sad and smiled slightly: "When you are seriously ill, you can't see clearly, and every night, you have to touch the quilt with your hands, for fear that I will catch a cold." You always think about me, and I will miss you for the rest of my life. ”

Father's words provoked the Bingqing brothers to secretly wipe away tears. What my father said had never been mentioned to anyone before. The mother is gone, but she left her love for her father, which has become the most precious memory of her father's life since then.

Bingqing finally understood that true love is not necessarily the romance of the moon before the flowers, or the sweet whispering, or even the lifelong acquaintance of each other, from white head to old age, it is the bits and pieces of careful management every day, and it is the courage to make the survivors spend the rest of their time peacefully in the memory of love even if they have passed away. (To be continued......)