Wang Quan's father said to Wang Yong: "The children want to be close to their second master, so let them go together!" ”

His mother has been dead for many years, and the neem tree that Wang Quan planted in front of his mother's grave is as thick as a small bucket. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the autumn after the dog days, there was still the aftermath of summer at noon, and the heat was unbridled everywhere, baking everything on the ground. Wang Quan carried a basket of memorial supplies and led his brother's two little grandsons to the cemetery, and when they came to the cemetery, they were already sweating. He carefully plucked the weeds from his mother's grave, then set up offerings in front of his mother's grave, knelt on the ground and began to burn paper money.

Xiaobao stood aside and asked Wang Quan: "Second master, what are you doing with such a good paper?" ”

Wang Quan said: "This is not paper, it is 'money', and when you burn it with fire, you don't need to spend postage fees, and these 'money' will be remitted to your grandmother." ”

"You mailed so much 'money' to your grandmother, how did she spend it over there?"

"Build a house."

"Can you build a house underground?"

"Yes, as long as you have a lot of money, you don't need to go through any approval procedures, you can build an underground palace."

Dabao was already sensible, knowing that the second master was talking and playing with his younger brother, he couldn't help laughing, and asked Wang Quan on the side: "Second master, my grandfather said that he would burn paper money for his grandmother once a year on the Qingming Festival, today is not the Qingming Festival, why do you burn paper money for his grandmother?" ”

"Your grandfather burns paper money on Qingming Festival to pay your grandmother's annual salary, and I burn paper money now to give your grandmother a subsidy."

Dabao didn't understand the meaning of Wang Quan's words.

"Will Grandma come back in the future?" Xiaobao asked Wang Quan again.

"Not coming back, where she lives is far, far away from us."

Dabao said: "What the second master said is not right, grandma is dead, not to go far, far away. My aunt went to a far, far away place to work, and she also got a temporary residence permit there, and she came back when the wheat was harvested this year. ”

"Your aunt has a temporary residence permit, of course she can come back, but your grandmother has a household registration migration, so she will never come back."

Dabao listened to Wang Quan's words, and his face was full of doubts.

Wang Quan burned the paper money for his mother, and then took the two children to another grave, where the old branch secretary of the village was buried, who drove Wang Quan to the county seat in a big carriage, and watched Wang Quan put on a green military uniform and walked on the Congrong Road.

The old party secretary has been a village cadre for many years, and his heart is all on the masses, the most dilapidated house in the village is his home, and the children with the oldest clothes are his children. More than ten years ago, his body collapsed and became a mound; His spirit stood up and became a monument. Every time Wang Quan returned to his hometown to visit relatives and visit his mother's grave, he would bow three times in front of the old branch secretary's tomb and burn some paper to express his respect and express his sorrow.

There were no clouds in the sky, no wind on the ground, wisps of cooking smoke rose from the courtyards, refused to disperse for a long time, and it was time for families to make fires and cook.

Wang Quan came back from his mother's grave and came to the old house where he had lived with his parents for many years before he joined the army.

Wang Quan's old house has not been inhabited for many years, a desolate and decaying scene, the yard is overgrown with weeds and fallen leaves, three main houses, a kitchen and a house with firewood and grass The walls are fine, but the roof has collapsed in some places, revealing several large holes. Wang Quan imagined that in the years when his mother was still in good health and he had just gone to the army, the old man's longing for his son stretched every night very long, and his hard work made every day very short. My father has moved to my brother's house, and my mother doesn't know if she will quietly return to the old house in the dead of night to see the place where she has worked hard all her life and raised several children.

Wang Quan asked Dabao to lead his younger brother home first, and stood alone in the empty courtyard of the old mansion for a long time.

After lunch, Wang Quan was about to follow his brother to the field to harvest corn, when a white-bearded old man knocked on the road with a cane and walked into the gate of Wang Yong's yard.

When Wang Quan's father saw the white-bearded old man, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, shouting "brother" while asking Wang Quan to move the bench for the old man.

The old man was the commander of the militia battalion of the production brigade when Wang Quan was a soldier, and Wang Quan called him Uncle Hai. If it weren't for his father's introduction, Wang Quan wouldn't have recognized him at all, the strong man with a straight waist back then has now become a shrimp figure, his weather-beaten face is covered with rut marks rolled out by the heavy car of life, a pair of eyes are red, like peaches that have long been ripe and about to rot, and the two nostrils are like water pipes in disrepair, which can't stop running and dripping.

Wang Quan's father also said to Wang Quan: The director of the village committee who came to the house last night is the grandson of your Uncle Hai.

Facing the old man who was powerless, Wang Quan still had a sense of awe.

"Uncle Hai has a long life?" Wang Quan asked him.

"Eighty-three." The old man replied.

"You're over eighty years old, and you're in good health!"

"It's not bad there, it's a waste of oxygen when you're alive, it's a waste of land when you're dead, and you'll have to raise your children and grandchildren if you're not alive."

Uncle Hai said, took out a crumpled broken handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his eyes and snot, and asked Wang Quan: "I heard that you are also retired?" ”

Wang Quan smiled and nodded.

Wang Quan's father said on the side: "There is no way, people who do public affairs will retire when they reach a certain age, and everyone is the same." ”

"It's really strange that the people in the city can't rest when the peasants want to rest, and the people in the city don't want to rest when they want to rest." Uncle Hai said. Seeing that Wang Quan only smiled and didn't speak, he continued, "If you don't want to rest, it's easy, come back home and work with your parents and fellow villagers, according to what is said on TV, building a new socialist countryside, there are things you can't finish every day." ”

Wang Quan told Uncle Hai that he was grateful for the trust of the villagers, and he also had the idea of going back to his hometown to live for a period of time recently, but he was more thinking about how to take care of the elderly at home, and whether he could do something with everyone.

Uncle Hai was still as talkative as when he was a cadre of the production brigade, his hair was pale, his eyes were blank, and he talked about the past for a long time, and chatted with Wang Quan and his son for almost half a day before he tapped the ground with his cane and went home.

At dinner in the evening, Wang Quan told his father and brother that he wanted to renovate the old house.

"I gave Yueying a call, the two of us have been outside for so many years, and we haven't honored the old man well, and I feel a lot of debt. Now that Yueying and I are retired, the two of us are ready to run in the city and the countryside in the future, try to live in the countryside for as much time as possible, and take care of the three elderly people with our families. It is also a waste that the house in the old house is idle, and we will live there when we come back in the future. ”