It's night.

Chen Yifa and Shi Yue accompanied Ning Qilan in the cemetery, and Lu An went to buy some simple dinner.

Ning Qilan is old, she didn't eat at noon, and she didn't eat at night, in case something went wrong with her body, kindness became a bad thing.

Eating in the cemetery is not always like that, so Lu An and the three of them changed to eat out.

Lu An has never forced others, especially not to force these lovely people to do what they must do.

Ning Qilan wanted to accompany her son, and Lu An accompanied her.

His time really isn't that important.

Maybe it was because she finally saw her son's tomb, Ning Qilan hastily ate some dinner that Lu An bought, after all, she was over eighty years old and couldn't eat much.

The cemetery management came twice, the first time because of the smoke from burning sweaters, and the second time because of the night.

Lu An politely explained the reason.

"Grandma Ning has no travel expenses because of her poor family, and after repeatedly asking her township government for travel expenses to no avail, she knew that her son had sacrificed for 25 years, so she came to visit her son in the cemetery for the first time. ”

The caretaker of the cemetery is a middle-aged and elderly man over half a hundred years old, called Uncle Wu, and after listening to Lu An's words, he was silent.

"There is a requirement in the management of the cemetery that the residue after burning must be taken away. ”

Lu An nodded and thanked him.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wu, we understand. ”

Uncle Wu looked at Lu An deeply before leaving, and said, "Young man, you are very good." ”

When he came back for the second time, Uncle Wu's eyes looked at Lu An a little wrong, "Where did you come from? I see that the martyr Zhao Ying's ancestral home is from Hebei." ”

"It's from Hebei. ”

"Wenshan Airport?"

"Hmm, hmm?" Lu An was stunned.

Uncle Wu explained, "There is something about Aunt Ning on the news at seven o'clock in the evening, although it is only fifteen seconds. ”

After hearing Uncle Wu's words, Lu An breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not useless after all, in order to get the attention more people who are the same as they deserve, Lu An made this decision, which really wronged Ning Qilan.

Uncle Wu came to bring two small stools and two military coats this time, "It's cold at night, take it." ”

If Uncle Wu didn't say it, Lu An really forgot about it, the temperature difference between day and night here in Yunnan is a bit big.

Lu An bought a folding stool from the market, but he didn't forget to thank Uncle Wu for his kindness.

............

In front of the tombstone, Ning Qilan's 'chatter' never stopped.

"Son, my mother told you, now we can use color TVs, and mobile phones, which are much more convenient than shaking the phone and shooting telegrams......"

"You haven't seen it over there, next time my mother comes over, I'll bring you a ......"

"It's not good for my mother, I only came to see you in 33 years!"

Ning Qilan talked about the past to the present, and also talked about the current life, and talked about those high-tech products that she hadn't seen much in fact.

It's like telling my son to go far away, be careful when you go out, remember to add clothes when it's cold, drink water when you're thirsty, eat when you're hungry, and take care of yourself.

In the hearts of mothers in the world, children will never grow up.

In the end, Ning Qilan wiped her red and swollen eyes, squatted directly on the ground, and looked at the tombstone silently.

After that, there was a long silence, except for the moon, only the sporadic lights at the foot of the mountain, but fortunately it was not too dark at this time.

............

Lu An asked Chen Yifa for the only photo she took in this cemetery, thought about it, and didn't use An Daguan's account to post on Weibo.

Instead, he re-registered a Weibo account, and the name was called Scum Mystery.

Sitting under the dim sky, Lu An tapped on the screen of his mobile phone and edited a slightly lengthy Weibo with the picture at dusk.

"Mom, I've been waiting for you for 33 years!

Mother, that must be you, I heard, the sound of hand-embroidered shoes on the ground, I heard it before, and now, when I wake up in my sleep in the barracks, it seems that you have come to my bed with your gentle steps, ready to cover me with a quilt;

Mom, 33 years ago, when I was at the forefront, how I wished you could close your eyes for me;

......

......

Mom, 33 years, you've come a long way, you're old, right?

Mom, for 33 years, I know, you don't have enough money to come, I know, you brought the sweater you made for me;

......

......

Mom, it's a pity that I can't do my filial piety for you, I can only look at you speechlessly;

Mom, I heard your bitter whimper, your trembling hands, so helpless and painful, I understand, you think you came too late, I understand, you are asking why it is 33 years.

......

......

Mom, I feel the hustle and bustle of rapid development, the superior quality of life, and the bright lights;

But.

My mom, what do you feel?

......

......

Mom, I just ask that next year, next Qingming Festival, you can touch my tombstone again.

Because.

My mom can't wait for the next 33 years. ”

"Grandma Ning walked to her son's grave for the first time in 33 years, and perhaps, this first time will be the last. ”

After typing the last sentence, Lu An attached the photo of the sunset sprinkled with a golden background, and clicked send.

In the end, @了人民日报官博.

The official blog of the People's Daily will definitely see this Weibo, and it will definitely spread this Weibo, Lu An turned off his mobile phone and sat under the night sky, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time back to the afternoon.

Kyoto.

When a certain leader was furious and asked his subordinates to solve Ning Qilan's matter.

Lu An had already taken Ning Qilan on the plane and flew to Wenshan, and on the day of August 1st, Ning Qilan would be happy to see her son.

............

A leader sitting in the office said in a deep voice after hearing the secretary's report.

"What? People are gone? It's been there for 33 years, it's been there in the morning, and it's gone now?!!"

There was anger suppressed in his voice.

Obviously, this leader was a little angry about this matter, who let the matter just fall on his head.

The secretary over there said, "Maybe she went out to pick up garbage, I asked the neighbors, but no one knew where she went." ”

"Wait!"

A certain leader calmly spat out a word.

...... After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged leader leaned back in the leather boss's chair and sighed.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

He had to settle the matter as soon as possible, and he must not hesitate at all, he keenly sensed that someone was moving on this matter.

There is always a feeling that people are sitting at home and the pot is coming from the sky.

However, this leader still thinks too much.

All of this was basically arranged by Lu An, he had the resources and channels of the Bai family and Tang Ying, and he could easily do these little things.

However, Lu Anke never thought of targeting this certain leader, in his eyes, those certain leaders had nothing to do with him.

What he wants to do is to let some things be taken seriously and valued a little bit.

Fortunately, this is useful, whether it is because of his factors or not, let the Tang family or the Bai family help to make this matter go to the seven o'clock file.

But, after all, it's up.

This represents a certain kind of wind direction that Lu An is looking forward to!

............

In the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery, there is no sound of the wind, and there are no suddenly falling leaves.

Only a few people breathed slightly under the quiet night sky.

The second half of the night will be cooler than the first half of the night, and Lu An has already persuaded Ning Qilan to put on a thin military coat, even if the temperature is low, she will not catch a cold.

As for the three young people, they are not so vulnerable.

Just put on a coat, these things can be done well without Liu Qi and Fu Tian, because Chen Yifa is here.

............

This night, quietly, just like the Weibo posted by the scumbag......

'Quietly'.

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Break the bowl and hold on for another day!

Break out when you're ready.,I'm really interspersed with writing.,Because the update is not strong, it seems a little verbose.,In addition, ask for a recommendation ticket and a monthly pass.。