It's the twenty-first century.

It seems that there is no direct economic improvement in this barren and backward village, but last year the township allocated funds to make the main street of the village a simple black slag road hardened, a large number of old and low houses, horizontal and vertical electric wires, and crazy trees growing in the east and west......

Every time he entered the house where Wen Tai lived, Wen Shuo, who was more than one meter eight meters tall and had a sturdy figure, had to bend down and be a little careful to "drill" inside

Moreover, it was only after he showed enough respect for Wen Tai when he returned to the grave on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the previous year, and his sons and daughters-in-law took Wen Tai from the even lower and old West House to the main house and arranged a bedroom.

Seeing Wen Tai standing at the door leaning against the door frame, trembling, Wen Shuo hurriedly handed over the things he was carrying to the two brothers next to him, stepped forward quickly to support Wen Tai's arm, and greeted with a smile: "Second grandfather, are you still strong this year? You are resting in the house on this cold day, what are you doing standing at the door?" Come, I'll help you into the ......house."

Indoors, there is a kind of coal stove built of bricks and mud on the kang head, and there is a soot channel under the kang to heat and smoke.

It's just that if you're not used to it in the house, you will feel the choking smell of soot.

Helping Wen Tai to sit on the side of the kang, Wen Shuo chatted with the uncles and uncles of the second grandfather's family: "Coal is burning in the house, but you have to pay attention to be careful of gas poisoning." ”

"Yes, the flue was opened in the winter a year ago. ”

"The family is worried about it. ”

"It's still a boy who has a heart, thinking about his second grandfather......"

The family was full of smiling faces and echoed Wen Shuo's words, praising how good Wen Shuo was.

The small living room of the outhouse was already crowded with the women and children of the old Wen family, who invited Li Qin to sit down at the table and gathered around her to greet her warmly and chat about some homely gossip. The dilapidated table was full of brought back gifts.

There are already a bunch of things on the kang in the inner house.

Since last year, Wen Shuo and Li Qin have come back to pay New Year's greetings, and they don't go to other houses, but only go to Wentai to sit here, and then put down a lot of gifts, and then Wentai is the master and distributes some to the heads of each room.

For this reason, Wen Shuo also deliberately said in front of several uncles and uncles that no one can make decisions for the second grandfather in the matter of distributing gifts, and if he goes down in private, he must be approved by the second grandfather, otherwise he will know, but he will be investigated.

This is very unpleasant.

When most people hear it, their hearts will not be happy, and they will shout angrily in their hearts: "What do you mean? We are very rare to get this little thing you get back?"

But it's just shouting in my heart.

No one speaks, and all that comes out is a nod of approval.

Wen Shuo has already mastered the psychology of the old Wen family in Crouching Tiger Tun - to put it mildly, that is, people are poor and short-minded, and horses are thin and long-when they really have money, it is really not rare, but they will not have such thoughts.

In the same way, people who often have this kind of angry thoughts are precisely the people who have the kind of mind to take advantage, but they are blocked by Wen Shuo.

didn't talk for long, Wen Shuo left the second grandfather a thousand yuan, and after telling him to pay attention to his body and other words, he politely refused to leave him and his mother to eat here, and said goodbye to a group of elders in his family, telling everyone to go to the grave for a while, and then leave directly.

Under the enthusiasm of everyone, Wen Shuo and his mother drove out of the village.

I went to the grave on the fifteenth day of the first month of the previous year, and came back to the grave on the first day of the first month of last year......

It's different from the customs in my hometown.

It's just that Wen Shuo doesn't care about these customs, and goes to the grave to seek peace of mind, which is a tribute and remembrance to the deceased ancestors.

And he didn't come back to the grave according to the right day, and no one said that he was not in the village, the old Wen family.

Busy!

It's not easy to come so far away in the capital.

It is already very good to remember to go to his father's grave every year, burn some paper money on his ancestral grave, and light a few firecrackers.

Everyone will help Wen Shuo with various reasons.

The so-called people have a chance, and what they do is right......

Driving along the potholed field road to the bottom of the hill where the ancestral tomb was located, Wen Shuo and his mother got out of the car, took the snacks, fruits, paper ties, dark coins, and two firecrackers with 10,000 rings when they passed by the county seat before, and walked up the hill.

My father's grave is still on the edge of the ancestral grave.

However, a stone monument has been erected in front of his father's grave, which is more majestic than the ancestors of his ancestors.

Because among the dozens of graves in this ancestral tomb, there are no monuments in front of the graves of those ancestors.

Moreover, the graves of Wenshan Banner are larger than those graves, and they have been specially cleaned up, and the graves and in front of the monument are paved and hardened with red bricks.

The stele was originally made by Wen Shuo to his old family and entrusted them to order it.

As for the grave repair, it is so good......

This is the purpose of Wen Shuo's New Year's meeting to go to the grave, go to Wen Tai's house to pay New Year's greetings, and buy so many gifts, let Wen Tai distribute them to each family, and leave Wen Tai a thousand yuan every time - he and the relatives of the old Wen family in Wohutun really don't have deep blood feelings, when his father died early, there were too many people in the old Wen family, not only did not give orphans and widows some even small help, but even just comforted, but also all kinds of private discussions and arrangements, and dissatisfaction.

You are also poor, and it is understandable that you can't give practical help, but you can't hate orphans and widows because you can't get Wen Shanqi's help and care anymore and can't take advantage of them, right?

Wen Shuo sighed, too lazy to think about these messy unpleasantness.

Li Qin had already taken some paper bundles and dark coins to burn them in front of her grandparents' graves, placed fruit snacks, and pressed yellow paper.

Then take the rest of the memorial utensils and go to the grave of her husband who died young, place them, and set them on fire.

Wen Shuo unfurled the firecracker in front of the ancestral grave and lit it.

In the crackling sound of firecrackers, clumps of smoke with the smell of gunpowder were blown away by the cold wind.

Wen Shuo knelt down in front of his grandparents' grave and kowtowed, got up and walked to his father's grave, picked up a wooden stick from the side, squatted beside his mother, and used the wooden stick to pick up a large pile of burning yellow paper, blue paper, dark money, and paper money.

Unlike in the past, this time he came to visit his father's grave, and he felt that his mother's mood swings were extraordinarily large.

I don't know why.

But it also infected Wen Shuo, which made his mood much lower, and he couldn't help but start recalling the past - in his memory, the image of his father has become more and more blurred, so every time he recalls, it is more of a hard time when he was a child until he grew up, and his mother depended on each other.

He couldn't endure a lot of hardship, took on a lot of pressure, and had to work hard to earn money to live, pay off debts, and share the pressure of his mother, but after all, he was young and had few things to worry about in those years, and he could always let himself be cheerful and happy in the suffering, calling friends and a big group of lively and lively laughter, but also enjoying the joy of suffering, and by the way, he also enjoyed the majesty of a brother.

Now that he is more and more mature, he can understand that his mother was under much more pressure than him in those years, and it is difficult for him to be as young as he is.

Mother is only bitter and tired!

Because the mother is burdened with debts and the burden of the family, any problems in the family, debts, poor tuition fees, and even children going to pick up scraps and collect waste are pitiful, or Wen Shuo is approached by people in fights outside......

will only accuse her, a mother, of not being qualified, not disciplining the child well, and failing to give the child a good living environment.

Because, she is a parent.

Because of her, she wants to raise her children, and she wants to use the weak backbone of women to support this small family strongly, giving warmth and hope.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong!

Everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.

But how many people can understand, can know, how many silent tears have been shed in Li Qin's strength and countless dark nights over the years that Wen Shuo has been raised? !

Burdened with debts, neglected, despised and ridiculed by relatives and friends......

Watching his son pick up waste in the heavy rain, in the cold wind, and in the snow, and pedal on a dilapidated tricycle to collect waste......

Isn't her heart aching?

Is she willing?

But she couldn't help it!

But she did not despair after all, did not be crushed by life's weak backbone, did not succumb to life, and thus abandoned her children.

She lives with more dignity than anyone who mocks her, despises her, and snubs her!

Wen Shuo was full of emotion, and couldn't help but shed some tears from the corners of his eyes, and when he noticed it, he quickly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and while he was afraid of being seen by his mother, he forced a smile and said self-deprecatingly: "Heh, this wind is blowing wildly, and the smoke is ......."

A long inhale, with a sobbing sensation.

Wen Shuo suddenly turned his head, and saw that his mother had burst into tears at some point, but she kept putting paper on ingots and coins, and sprinkled them into the fire little by little, her eyes were red, but she gritted her teeth and tightened her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

"Mom......" Wen Shuo felt a pain in his heart, and quickly raised his hand to touch the back of his mother's shoulder, but he didn't know what to comfort.

For his father, his memory has been blurred, and he doesn't have a deep nostalgia - it's not that he is cold-hearted, it's just emotion, even if it's a blood relative, it also needs a long time of companionship to make the emotion stronger, without companionship, what emotion do you talk about?

The little family affection that is left is only the maintenance of blood relationship.

Li Qin raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand, but how could she wipe them clean? As if she was angry and angry, she gritted her teeth more and more and tightened her cheeks, shook her shoulders and shook off her son's hand, and continued to add paper ingots and dark coins to the fire.

Wen Shuo was stunned, and then sighed softly.

He knew that his mother's feelings for his father who died early had already faded with the passage of time, and with so many years of suffering in a difficult life, it had long been exhausted, and there was only a trace of his former thoughts, only left, that person was the child's father after all!

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