"The Length" (37)

He kowtowed a few times to the grave and said respectfully: "Mom, Dad, I am not filial, and I don't have time to come to see you." I don't know what wind brought me out this time, I didn't bring anything with this sesame oil paper money, and I will definitely make up for it next time. ”

I choked up for a moment as I spoke, and I didn't know what to continue saying to the tombstone.

I started crying, and when I made sure there was no one around, I cried out loud.

After crying for a moment, I remembered my brother who was buried on the other side of the hill, and there were graves on almost all four sides of the hill centered on the village.

After getting up, he knelt down in front of the grave again and said, "Please let my parents let my daughter Lu Jiao's eyes not rise again." ”

I wanted to smoke another cigarette and walk, but I found that there were only three cigarettes left.

Thinking about leaving it all to his younger brother, he got up again and walked slowly from the hillside to the opposite hill.

It can almost overlook the entire village or even the next village, and it is so difficult to walk at the moment.

I guess it's because I've been in the city for too long, and I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the village.

From a distance, I saw the gentle ground on the slope, the small hill that had been raised and the tombstone with my brother's name erected by my parents had actually fallen.

I ran almost briskly, and for this reason my left foot stepped on the slope and twisted a little.

Regardless of the pain, he limped and walked towards the hillside.

The distance is about 50 meters, and it looks like the entire tomb has been dug up by a stolen tomb.

I almost threw myself on, propped up on the grave bag with unspeakable discomfort.

Although this is just a clothed mound, even the tombstone is in half at this moment.

It is estimated that after the tomb robbery was dug up, it was found that there was no good thing, and he was angry and knocked off the tombstone directly with a hammer.

Half of the coffin was exposed at the moment, and the coffin was ajar and the books inside were rotten.

It was the yellow paste that had been eroded by water and the sun all year round, and a corner of the coffin could be seen shattered on the ground not far away.

The coffin was ajar, and I tried to push it open, and there was no longer a normal book inside.

And the tin box that I put in before was also scattered not far away, and around it were two brand-new new graves, why did I choose my brother's hand.

I hurriedly picked up the box and closed it again, and the diary inside was gone.

I thought I could restore it as much as I could, after all, this was the last place where I could miss my brother.

I began to crouch down to push the coffin back, but I guess the soil underneath was already solid.

I began to turn my head to the other side and planed it by hand, first restoring the coffin.

There was some chaos behind me, and when I turned around again, there were actually a dozen or twenty villagers standing behind me.

They stood in front of me with scythes, hoes, and even sticks and kitchen knives in their hands.

The leader shouted at me, "Grave robbers, let's finally catch us." ”

I knew I had misunderstood, and I shouted to the crowd, "This is my brother's grave, dug up." ”

"Brother? When did we have an older brother like you in our village? The leader shouted.

They followed me and formed a circle around me.

"I am the third road bridge of the Lu family, and this tomb is my brother Lu Jiahao's." I said, crouching down and turning over the stone slab of the tombstone.

The top half of the tombstone was completely shattered, and I pointed to the half that was still standing in front of the grave. There are only two words left on it, and there is no way to explain anything.