"Grandma, thank you, for letting my mother promise to send me to college when I finally left. Junjun will continue to work hard in school, and Junjun will definitely let the college that his grandmother helped earn will not be wasted. Grandma, there is not much fire paper that Junjun bought for you today, and Junjun can't lift it alone, so he bought so much. ”

"In the future, after Junjun graduates from university, and one day in the future, Junjun will definitely come back to see you every year. Junjun worked hard to save money when the time came, drove his own car, and when he missed his grandmother, Junjun drove back by himself. When the time comes, Junjun will bring you a lot of good things in the trunk of the car, and burn the most paper money in the world for Grandma, so that Grandma will become the richest and richest old woman in heaven, richer than the God of Wealth. Junjun wants to make Grandma the happiest old woman in heaven? Grandma, did you say it was good, did you say it was good? ”

A gust of wind passed past my ears, as if my grandmother was whispering in response to me.

I couldn't stop my tears from falling, and my nostrils were clogged along with my nasal passages.

I sniffled, struggling to get air, and wiped my snot.

I uncovered the stack of fire paper that I had patted and staggered them, folded them in the middle, and formed a fan-shaped stack. Fold 4 sheets and fold them to make the fan-shaped pattern that you need when you are burned, and press them under your knees.

Suddenly, the wind tightened in my ears, causing a gust of wind to blow in all directions, blowing the folded straw paper that I could not hold down on my knees.

I wanted to chase after it, but I was afraid that when I got up, the wind would take away the part that was crushed under my knees.

The wind was getting stronger, and I watched the yellow papyrus go away, but there was nothing I could do.

"God, please, don't blow it."

The wind is still there. There was no way, I was lying on the straw paper on my chest, and I pressed on it with the largest area of my body, not wanting them to be blown away by the wind.

At that time, I was wearing a red down jacket and loose hair, lying in the corner of the pond, pressed against the pile of fire paper, whimpering and sobbing.

"Grandma, Junjun is really useless, Junjun is really useless, even the things to give to grandma can't be protected, Junjun is really useless, grandma, Junjun is really useless-"

The winter wind cut like a knife, cutting the back of my hand, blowing away the pieces of fire paper, sending a sense of helplessness one knife after another.

I just climbed on it and suddenly I burst out crying.

When a figure stood next to my luggage by the pond, I had no idea.

The wind doesn't seem to be that strong anymore. A stack of fire paper was sent back to my eyes, the yellow pile of fire paper, held tightly by a pair of big hands.

A figure appeared beside me.

I looked up slowly, my embarrassed eyes still blurry, but I could clearly tell it was him.

He slowly knelt down and pressed the fire paper. Towards me, a white hand was stretched out.

He reached out to me, trying to wrap his arms around my still shaking shoulders.

His voice, ringing in my ears, instantly drove away the cold wind of the whole winter: "Zijun, don't be afraid, cry if you want to." ”

Suddenly, for some reason, I was in the corner of that pond, looking at him stupidly, forgetting to respond to him - I knelt up straight, and tears suddenly burst into my eyes.

Suddenly, my mournful cry resounded through the world.

Wait until the skin on your face is chapped and painful, and all your grievances seem to be vented. I gradually took his hand back.

Hua Ming handed me his arms and sleeves.

Suddenly, I grabbed that arm and wiped my nose hard.

Finally, looking at the white and shiny things on the black woolen coat, I suddenly froze there, looking at him with an embarrassed expression.

He stroked my hair and laughed warmly, "Wipe it, don't worry, I still have a spare down jacket in the car." ”

Seeing that I had finally calmed down, he got up, went to the far side of the pond, climbed up the ridge, and helped me pick up the fire paper that was stuck in the dead branches, and we slapped the rest of the fire paper one by one, and then folded it into a fan shape in turn.

"You press it first, wait for me, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

I reluctantly watched his back and watched him go to a black SUV on the side of the road in the distance, and watch him come back and take a large black plastic bag from the car.

He came back to me again and helped me carefully pack the printed fire paper in the black plastic bag. He carefully placed them on the shore of the pond and followed ashore.

He held out his hand and shook it at me below the pond.

I took my hand, took the big hand tightly, and let him carry me ashore.

He dragged my suitcase, carefully carried the plastic bag, I carried the firecracker, followed him, and the two of us cautiously walked together to the green and shallow wheat field where my grandmother was lying not far away.

In front of my grandmother's grave, there was a low willow tree, but there was no trace of greenery at the moment.

The small grave was surrounded by yellow weeds and poles, and the dead branches stood crooked in the wind.

There is no monument in front of my grandmother's grave, and the willow tree is the only sign. Just because at that time, my uncle and aunt said: There have been customs in the village since ancient times, and women are not qualified to erect monuments.

I knelt on the south side of the round mound.

Hua Ming followed me and knelt beside me.

I lit a lighter and lit a piece of fire paper.

The cold wind could not withstand the dry weather, and the fire met the fire paper, and the fire quickly broke out.

I took out one by one the fire paper, and put it on top of it one by one, and Hua Ming also followed me to send the paper into the fire.

Yellow flames burned in front of the grave, and the dead grass next to it burst into flames, crackling and exploding.

After the tears dried, my face ached a little in the cold wind, and when it was roasted by the fire, it suddenly became hard, and there was a tearing pain in the blink of an eye. But at that moment, there was a kind of Jiangnan wetness and warmth in my heart:

I told my grandmother while burning: "Grandma, I am Junjun, Junjun has come back to visit you." Junjun came back to send you some money to spend, I didn't come back last year, you must miss Junjun very much, right? Look, Junjun is back this year...

Grandma, Junjun didn't come back alone. Grandma, the one next to you, grandma, don't be curious, this is Junjun's good friend, his name is Fu Huaming, he used to be Junjun's junior high school classmate, and his name was Zhong Pengfei before. ”

Finally, there were a few words, which were whispered to my grandmother, but I didn't dare to say it, I silently recited in my heart: "Grandma, there is something I want to tell you, don't blame Junjun for not being promising: I have a skin-to-skin relationship with him. But we're just kissing. Grandma, don't blame Junjun, think that Junjun is not attentive to study, Junjun is still studying very hard. Grandma, he can be regarded as Junjun's motivation to study hard..."

Suddenly, the voice in my heart was interrupted: