After eating strawberries and petting the cat, Tang Xiaotian was teased, and after a full day, Jiang You's routine also returned to normal.

The next day, he woke up at nine o'clock.

The aches and exhaustion in my body were gone, and I twisted my feet, and my ankles hurt slightly.

He touched his mobile phone next to the pillow, Chen Nan sent him a WeChat message, asking him if he wanted to go to the hospital, he replied that the swelling had subsided, with a real-time ankle ugly photo, and put forward the idea of making up for the shape with form. So I decided what to eat for dinner, pork knuckle soybean soup, chicken feet stew, ham fried vegetables.

After playing a game of idiom solitaire, Jiang You got up, washed up briefly, shaved his beard, and looked at his neck that was close to disappearing in the mirror, and he made up his mind to lose weight.

So he ran to the side and lifted the quilt of Jiang Min, "Get up, you see that the sun outside is getting your buttocks, spring is here, don't be lazy, I'm starting to lose weight today." ”

Jiang Mo closed his eyes, he raised his leg and kicked Jiang You's stomach, Jiang You grabbed his ankle, and at the same time, a ball of spider silk pasted on Jiang You's face.

Jiang You let go of his hand, and he sat on the edge of the bed while pulling the spider silk from his face.

"Go to the grave today, have breakfast first, and then go buy chrysanthemums, fruits, and green dumplings, and then burn some paper money for them."

Jiang Mo sat up cross-legged, his head down, as if thinking about something.

"Get up," Jiang You hugged Jiang Mo, "Tell me what time you slept last night?" ”

A little more than an hour later, they arrived at the Lookout Hill Cemetery. The cemetery is surrounded by large fields of rape flowers, which are shining with gold. They took two iron buckets at the entrance.

I first went to see the tomb of Jiang You's parents, put flowers and tributes, put incense, burned paper money, and then led Jiang Mo to bow three times, and then went to Jiang Mo's parents, ready to go through the process again.

As soon as he laid out the tribute and lit the incense, the wind poured the smoke from the cemetery next door into his nose, he stood up, coughed twice, picked up Jiang Mo and took two steps back.

"Hey, it's you?"

He saw a man dressed somewhat similar to him in the cemetery next door holding a twig poking paper money in an iron bucket, and the smoke was coming out of the iron bucket.

A little girl about the same age as Jiang Mo stood not far away, covering her nose and mouth with her hands.

Jiang You recognized them—the father and daughter who had been separated in the Science and Technology Museum, and he glanced at the words on the tombstone.

The tomb of his beloved wife Gu Yao, her husband Fang Wen is loose.

It is a monument erected on the winter solstice four years ago

"It's you," Jiang You looked at the little girl and said, "Your name is Fang Hui, right, do you remember your uncle?" We've seen it at the Tech Museum," he shook his hand at her, "did you mistake me for your dad and take the lion cub?" ”

Fang Hui looked at him and nodded.

The smoke grew smaller.

The tin foil, which had been folded into ingots, turned into yellowish-gray ash in the tongue of fire.

"Xiaohui, call uncle." Fang Wensong said.

"Uncle." Fang Hui looked at Jiang You and said, then her gaze fell on Jiang Mo, she took a few steps forward and walked to Jiang You's side.

Jiang You put the ginger powder on the ground.

Fang Hui looked at Jiang Mo and said, "My name is Fang Hui, what about you?" ”

Jiang Mo turned his head away.

"He's more introverted," Jiang You touched Jiang Mo's head, "His parents left last year, and he was in the car at the time." ”

Fang Wensong glanced at the words on the stele, sister He Qiaochun, brother-in-law Jiang Yuanchen's tomb, and brother He Yunfei. He was a little unsure of the relationship between Jiang You and Jiang Mo and them, so he asked tentatively, "What's your surname?" ”

"My name is Jiang You, and now I'm his guardian," Jiang You sighed, "He's already a lot more cheerful." ”

"The child is still so young...... Fang Wensong looked at Jiang Mo sympathetically, "Six years old, or seven years old?" My daughter is seven years old and in the second grade. ”

"Almost, almost seven years old."

"Did you go to school?"

"Not yet, next year, it's better for boys to go to school later."

Jiang Mo glanced up at Jiang You.

"At the age of six, I can already remember." Fang Wensong said.

"yes."

"When my wife left, Xiaohui was only three years old, and four years have passed," Fang Wensong sighed, he watched Fang Hui take out a lollipop from his pocket and stuff it into Jiang Mo's hand, "Her mother is going to live, how happy she should be to see Xiaohui grow up so big and sensible." ”

Jiang You took the lollipop in Jiang Mo's hand, tore open the bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

He took out the lighter from his satchel, squatted down by the iron bucket, lit the yellow paper and put it in the bucket, and poured the ingots into it.

Fang Wensong handed him the branch, he took it, turned over the ingots in the bucket, and let the flames come out.

"Are you alone with your daughter?" Jiang You asked.

"My parents helped bring it together, what about you?"

"I'm just alone, I open my own shop, it's more free," Jiang You moved to the side, avoiding the direct rush of smoke, "I look at the store, he is painting on the side, very well-behaved." ”

"It's still hard, what kind of business do you have?"

"Sell postcards, on the street of culture."

"The Cultural Street has done well in recent years. I'm from the Justice Bureau, and before her mother's accident, I still wanted to jump out, but now I don't dare to move at all," Fang Wensong glanced at the sun, and he said: "Leave a contact information, last time I came back to my senses and found that Xiaohui took your toy, I searched for it twice in the science and technology museum, but I didn't find you, there were too many people inside." ”

"It's just a stuffed animal, it's nothing."

"Thank you, Xiaohui is going to have something happen again, I really don't know what to do," Fang Wensong looked at the two adjacent tombstones, "They are neighbors below, and we are also fate." ”

"That's right."

took out his mobile phone, and after adding friends to each other on WeChat, Fang Wensong said goodbye to Jiang You and said: "I still have something at home in the afternoon, let's find a time to chat and have a meal, not to say anything else, I feel comfortable chatting with you, and I want to make friends with you." ”

"I understand, you go get busy, I'm free in time anyway."

"Okay, okay," Fang Wensong took Fang Hui's hand, and said, "Xiaohui, say goodbye to your uncle and brother." ”

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Jiang You took Jiang Mo's hand and waved it at them.

After watching the father and daughter walk away, Jiang You looked at Gu Yao's tombstone.

A woman sits on it.

Long hair fluttering.

She stared at Fang Wensong and Fang Hui's backs.

After the fire was almost burned, Jiang You stood up, "Bow three times on behalf of your uncle." ”

Jiang Mo walked to the middle, and he bowed three times.

Jiang You lit a cigarette, "He Yunfei went to Africa, he became sensible, Jiang Yuanhao didn't come to me......"

The woman turned her head to look at Jiang You.

Jiang You threw the cigarette into the iron bucket.

He picked up Jiang Min, "Let's go." ”

He walked straight out of the row of cemeteries and in the direction of the rape fields.