Four pillars on the third floor, four accumulations and nine stepping on four warped character bucket arches; Gray bricks and green tiles, stone pillars, red beams, dragon gates, wood carvings. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info ancestral hall is full of a deep and heavy atmosphere, with the style of the ancient Ming Dynasty.

With a dull sound of the door opening, a breeze slowly penetrated, bringing a puff of cigarette smoke.

Mo Liyun and Mo Liyue pushed hard left and right, and slowly opened the door of the ancestral hall, Mo Yishan walked in first, and then everyone slowly entered.

The ancestral hall is filled with fireworks and candlelight, and there are rows of tablets in the center. As an early Chinese immigrating to the United States, the ancestral hall of the Mo family can be said to be some years old.

Mo Xi entered the ancestral hall, and with a thin breeze, he seemed to feel someone whispering in his ear. This is his roots in this world, although he has never been here, he just feels that this place is very familiar and familiar.

Mo Xi was dragged by Mo Liyu and stood at the end, Mo Yishan stood at the front of several people, followed by the three brothers and sisters of the Mo family.

Mo Yishan flicked off his clothes, took out three sticks of incense from the table, lit them, bowed three times to the spiritual seat, put incense, and the rest of the people also stepped forward to salute at one time. Then, Mo Yishan knelt on the futon and said: "Mo Yishan, the descendant of the Mo family, told the ancestors that there are now Mo sons who have been wandering abroad for 20 years, and their mothers are dependent on each other. ”

After speaking, he kowtowed and got up, turned around and came to Mo Xi, and said, "Xiao Xi, come, bow to the ancestors first." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xi stepped forward, first learned the appearance of Moyi Mountain and put on a stick of incense, and then bowed three times and bowed nine times, kneeling on the futon, and Mo Liyu also stepped forward and stood respectfully aside, without the appearance of jumping out of the past.

Mo Yishan said solemnly under the spiritual seat: "My grandson, the son of the Mo family was born in this heaven and earth, and he did something but did not do something. Those who have done something, Tianxingjian, a gentleman should be self-improving, my family has been a warrior for generations, a warrior, not a hooligan who can only fight boxing, but a person who is excited when he encounters a strong enemy, climbs to the top of the mountain, crosses the sea when he encounters water, and the warrior is the person who challenges the strong. Now, even if you're in basketball, it's average. There is never the strongest person, the strongest person, only the stronger, you have to remember that maybe you are strong, but the winner is stronger. As soon as the words changed, Mo Yishan continued, "And those who do not do anything, are indecisive, weak when they are strong, unfinished business, their hearts have been lost, and there is no thought of fighting, so, you can't call yourself a man of the Mo family, now, a pity, kowtow to your ancestors." ”

A half-white and half-ancient words of Mo Xi are a little foggy, it seems to be educating him to have a resolute character, the spirit of facing difficulties or something, and finally there is a sentence that can be understood, Mo Xi hurriedly said goodbye.

Mo Yishan saw it in his eyes, and he was a little worried, but he eased up later, and said in his heart: It's not too late.

Then, Mo Yishan took out a yellowed and horizontal thick book from under the table, spread it out, took the pen and ink, and said while writing on it: "Xiao Xi, your generation should have been a Zhizi generation, but since your mother has already chosen a name for you, I will not change it anymore, so I will add another word to you, and take the word Zhiqi." The ink melted on the paper, and the name Mo Zhiqi remained on the family tree.

After finishing the matter, Mo Yishan took another set of clothes, changed them for Mo Xi, and then sealed a red envelope to him, and said to Mo Liyun and others: "Forget the matter here, you can take him to the cemetery." On the way, tell him something he should know. ”

Several people answered yes, and then led Mo Xi out of the ancestral hall and drove to the cemetery.

The Mo family settled in New York to the fourth generation of the Mo Xi generation, the early Chinese were not allowed to be buried in the same cemetery as other people in the United States, and at the same time, there were all kinds of sacrificial activities in China since ancient times, burning paper and sweeping tombs, so the Chinese at that time were happy to be separated from other ethnic groups.

In the cemetery here, there are a total of 37 people buried in the ancestors of the Mo family, among which there are few Mo family members in the real sense, but some elders who are good friends with the elders of Mo Xi but have nowhere to bury them are buried here.

Mo Xi took the broom from his uncle Mo Liyun, and one by one it was less, at first he didn't feel anything, he just thought it was a ritual, and then for some reason, there was a sense of panic in his heart. Death, a term so far away and so close at hand, Mo Xi felt that he had never been so afraid of it, probably never seen so closely. He looked at the rows of unfamiliar names and thought: In a few years, no one will remember who they are or what they look like, what about me, if I die, will anyone remember me? If I die now, will anyone remember me? What has never been in life, is it the same when dead? What a failed life.

"Smack"

A crisp sound interrupted Mo Xi's thinking, and Mo Liyu on the side knocked Mo Xi on the head with another broom, and said: "When you sweep the tomb, you think about other things, but you are disrespectful to your ancestors, besides, you are not a physics student now, but a ball player, which ball player have you ever seen to play what thinker." ”

"David Robinson," Mo said weakly.

"Smack" is another knock on the head.

Moreyu said: "So he didn't have a championship" and then added weakly in his heart, and then this year there is...

Mo Xi wisely shut up in submission.

"Senior?"

A delicate cry saved Mo Xi from her mother's obscenity.

Mo Xi looked back and saw that it was a Chinese girl with weak writing, but the problem was that there was no such person in her memory, this time, it was very embarrassing. However, people also called her senior, even if she was from a university or middle school, she should answer first. Mo Xi said hello stupidly: "Yo, hello." ”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Mo Xi felt that the situation was becoming more and more embarrassing, and wanted to ask for help from the sidelines, but what about the three people who were still here just now, Mo Xi said that they were still here just now, even if they practiced martial arts, they wouldn't be so fast.

At this time, the little girl seemed to understand a lot, and laughed out loud, and said, "You must not remember me."

Mo Xi blushed a little, not because he really didn't remember anyone, but because he thought this smile was really good-looking, like a little white flower. In the life of a lioness who is as beautiful and dangerous as Moli fish all year round, it was the first time he had seen such a smile, pure.

The girl continued with an elegant smile, "My name is Ding Xiaoyou, you can also call me Luna. I'm also a student at Georgetown, in biology, but I'm a few years younger than you, and I'm only a freshman. I met you at the Chinese students' sorority before, and you are very famous among us. ”

Ding Xiaoyou, what a strange name? Mo Xi thought in his heart in a trance.