I only heard Hua Ming facing the grave, and began to say solemnly: "Well, grandma, get to know me, I am Fu Huaming: the master's Fu, the Chinese Hua, the Ming in my heart." Grandma, thank you for raising Zijun so beautifully. Don't worry, in the future, I will take good care of Zijun for you. ”

That day, I was kneeling there, my eyes blurry and I couldn't open them.

After the fire paper was burned, I didn't want to get up, I still knelt there, and wanted to continue to stay with my grandmother for a while.

Hua Ming didn't bother me, he helped me disassemble the firecrackers on the side, took the lighter from my side, and lit the firecrackers on the north side of the grave, so that the sound of firecrackers exploded on my grandmother's grave, and it was lively.

At that moment, the red was flying and the smoke was filling, and I felt as if I was in a dream.

It's great, it was the best Chinese New Year's Eve I've spent in nearly 20 years.

Because, at that moment, at that withered yellow grave, two people gathered around me: my grandmother and Fu Huaming.

Two of my favorite people.

Finally he knelt down again, stood side by side with me, and kowtowed to my grandmother three times.

We got up and slapped the loess mark on our knee. He straightened my hair, pulled up my luggage, and held my hand tightly.

He asked me, "It's getting dark, where are you going next?" ”

I shook my head, "Actually, I don't know where I'm going." Originally, I thought that my grandmother's village was not far away, and if it was going to be dark, I might go to a neighbor's house that my grandmother knew back then to spend the night. ”

He looked up and looked into my eyes with deep eyes, "Zijun, don't forget, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

On Chinese New Year's Eve, spending the New Year in someone else's house is not good after all.

I was in a trance, "Fu Huaming, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, why are you here?" ”

He shook his head, "I'm here to see where I lived for four years." I didn't come back once after I left. There was a memory here that was important to me, and I was ready to face it head-on. ”

I was surprised and asked, "What kind of memory?" Childhood? ”

He shook his head, his eyes seemed to be stained with inky gray, "That memory has something to do with you." ”

At that moment, my heart suddenly stopped being so desolate, and I asked him, "Then are you going to go to your grandfather's place for the New Year?" ”

He shook his head, "No, Grandpa, he didn't live here anymore, and for some reason, he moved away again... Zijun, tonight, you follow me. The car is on the side of the road, we will set off now, go to the city to find a hotel, and we will work together to remove the old and welcome the new. ”

The north wind blew my hair to the south side, and my hair rattled in my ears. At that moment, my mood was like fireworks exploding in the smoke of a distant cooking.

No matter where you spend it, tonight, it will finally be like a Chinese New Year's Eve, a Chinese New Year's Eve that no longer makes people feel lonely.

I looked up at the sky and was a little worried, "It's not a short journey, and it will take about three hours to get to the city." ”

He turned over, stood in front of me, pressed my shoulders, and said, "I know, it's not far from your home at the moment, but I don't think you want to go back to that home, right?" If tomorrow, you still think that since you are back, you still have to go back and take a look, and we will turn back from the city tomorrow morning? ”

The second home, which is my nominal home, is more than 20 miles away from this cemetery.

He knew so well.

I'm still a little surprised: "A second home? Do you know that? ”

In order to have a proper household registration and go to high school, I returned to my parents who had always wanted to abandon me a year before my grandmother died.

He nodded: "Liu Zijun, I said, I know you better than you think." ”

I lowered my head with red eyes, pouted my nose and said, "You, why don't you celebrate the New Year with your family in Luoyang?" Shouldn't you be with Hua Zheng and them? ”

He took my hand, and the warm feeling began to pass from his palm.

He said: "The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is the most solemn event in the big family, but our family is an exception, and the absence of me at the table has been tacitly approved. I'm used to it alone. During the years I was alone in the United States, I did not return to China during the Spring Festival every year. You see, the two of us are so much alike, most of them are alone, alone. ”

He looked me in the eye and said, "It should be two people from now on." Liu Zijun, on Chinese New Year's Eve last year, I said that we would be together in the future, so you see, I came. ”

At that moment, I broke away from his hands, hugged his waist tightly, and kept nodding his head in his arms, "Okay." ”

Chinese New Year's Eve is finally no longer a miserable day.

Finally, it's no longer a person's Chinese New Year's Eve.

At that moment, I was suddenly lonely and miserable for many years, trembling by the wanton winter wind, and I had a long-awaited sense of happiness that was about to follow my heart.

In winter, the countryside is yellow and bleak, except for the wheat in the fields, the remaining trees are bare, and the weeds are yellow, unlike the big cities where there are large areas of holly and cedars and cypresses that are not afraid of the cold.

No matter how much changes and how rapidly this society develops, the countryside will always seem to be more lonely than the city. But today is Chinese New Year's Eve, dusk is coming, and the sound of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve blows up the dry countryside into a lively feeling.

He took my hand, and I looked at his side face and walked out of the field with him.

A brand-new Mercedes-Benz SUV parked on the side of the road, I sat in the passenger seat belt and buckled up. Hua Ming glanced at me and started the car.

Together, we ran over the mountain road again.

It was getting dark quickly. I didn't dare to look closely at the road when I came, but by the lights of the car in the distance, I vaguely noticed that the road had been renovated again compared to when I was in junior high school.

Politics. In those two years, the government was engaged in the construction of a new countryside, and a thick cement pavement was laid in the village, but the road was not wide enough to accommodate the width of two small cars.

If there is a car coming towards you, you need to pull over carefully and avoid each other to pass safely.

Although the road surface has not been repaired for a long time, there are still many sections of the road that have been crushed by the big trucks that go to the Huai River to pan for sand.

Hua Ming tried his best to suppress the speed of the car, but the car would still keep jolting and shaking. As I shook, I felt my whole body grow cold, and the scattered fireworks in the distance weighed my eyelids. It kept blinking and blinking, eventually taking me to sleep.

In my sleep, it was the stone-paved Huangquan ghost road: the dark road, with no end in sight, and behind it was a man who jumped out of a truck, his footsteps approaching me, and I ran in despair.

I ran and ran, not daring to look back.

The heartbeat seemed to be in the ears, as fast as a drum, and it roared.

Until there was a light in front of him, the halo became more and more dazzling, and a tall and straight sound shadow was wrapped in the bright white aura. That familiar face suddenly stopped me from fear, and I swung my arms and ran like him desperately.

He faced me with open arms...