When they arrived at the old locust tree in front of their homes, six cars were already parked together in an orderly manner.

In front of the car, eight strong men in black were gathered together, biting cigarettes, talking and laughing.

There were some bits and pieces of candy and snacks scattered on the ground, thinking that when the gifts were distributed, the villagers fought for each other and fell sporadically.

A few naughty boys sneaked into the carriage and tinkered with the objects inside, and when the eight strong men saw it, they did not stop them, and let them go wild.

Catching a glimpse of me and Sister Yun coming back, the strong men hurriedly threw away the cigarette handles in their hands and quickly stepped on them.

Sister Yun said: You should go to the town for a few days.

She said very lightly, and several strong men saluted and turned to leave.

After eating, Sister Yun said abruptly: I want to kowtow to my parents, you can accompany me.

I was puzzled and asked: Aunt Qing is gone, so Uncle Da doesn't have to kowtow to him, right?

Sister Yun glanced at me, dropped the dishes and chopsticks, and said in a cold voice: Wang Shuaida is worthy of being my father?

Without waiting for me to answer, Sister Yun stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

"Sister, wait for me."

I threw the half-bowled meal on the table, chased after her, and shouted.

When the two of us walked out of the courtyard gate, a "sudden" sound came again.

Sister Yun and I saw that Zhang Xiaobao was stepping on his broken motorcycle that had been thrown into the lotus pond, swaying down the slope.

Behind him, there were two people, one was Wang Jiande from our village, and the other was Liu Quangong from the neighboring village.

It stands to reason that there should be one person sitting in the car, and this person is Meng Qingxing from our village.

The so-called people gather like people. These four people, from childhood to adulthood, mingle together every day, bully their neighbors, and do all the bad things, so they are called the "four". Zhang Xiaobao has too many cheap deeds and can't mention them enough.

Wang Jiande, two years ago, because of an affair, he was sued for divorce by his ex-wife, and after remarrying, he was still unrepentant, messing with flowers and grass everywhere, and was swept away by his second wife The family's money ran away with others.

Liu Quangong, a year ago, was sentenced to one year in prison for stealing garlic seedlings from Uncle Niu's house in his village. A few days ago, after being released from prison, he returned home with a proud face and threatened to do a big job.

Meng Qingxing, although his brain is good, but he is full of bad water, although he does not directly do evil, but he is the culprit who secretly instructed the three to do evil, and he can be described as a military advisor in the "Four". I heard that he was far away in Shanghai, and he made a fortune by trading stocks in the past two years, and these few days are the memorial days of his deceased father, so he may go home.

Zhang Xiaobao pressed the horn of the motorcycle, wanting to honk the horn to demonstrate, but the motorcycle that was emitting black smoke and swaying was like an old donkey who had worked for half his life, tired and half dead, and couldn't make a single sound.

Seeing that he was about to approach me and Sister Yun, Zhang Xiaobao coughed his throat that still had mud remaining, stretched his neck, and made a provocative sound of "vomiting".

Seeing this, the two people behind him also let out mocking sounds of "quack, cluck".

Sister Yun is so noble in my heart, if anyone dares to insult her, I will definitely fight with him.

The back tooth socket I hated "collapsed", and I wanted to follow Atai's example, and picked up the three of them together with the broken motorcycle, and threw them down the slope.

Just as I stepped forward, clenched my fists, and was about to pounce forward, Sister Yun stopped me with a stroke of her right hand.

Fortunately, these three people were just bluffing, and when the car passed in front of me and Sister Yun, it flashed, and the three of them tilted their heads, with a lewd smile and lust on their faces.

Sister Yun's home is only seven or eight steps away from my house.

The house has always been dilapidated. It's not so much a house as a cave in the earth.

On an upright earthen wall, an arc-shaped cave was carved, which was once the home where Sister Yun and Aunt Qing sheltered from the wind and rain, and depended on each other.

Since Aunt Qing left, the house has been left unattended, and the yard is now overgrown with weeds, and debris bricks and tiles are scattered all over the place.

Fortunately, there is a trail that has been repeatedly tread over time, so there is no obstacle to entry and exit.

After entering the door, Sister Yun and I gently rummaged through some of Aunt Qing's relics. Wherever you go, you will be choked with dust that has accumulated over time.

In a small room, there was a black and white photo of Sister Yun and Aunt Qing, three inches in size, in which Aunt Qing was hugging Sister Yun with a smile on her face, and Sister Yun was smiling and grimacing.

Sister Yun took down the photo and gently wiped off the dust with her hands, her eyes were red, and tears the size of beans rolled down.

I hurriedly stepped forward and put my arms around Sister Yun's shoulders and comforted her softly.

"Da-da-da," there was the sound of sporadic hurried footsteps outside the door.

Sister Yun and I turned our heads to see an old man with unkempt hair, ragged clothes, and a deep hunched back, leaning outside the door, poking his head into the inner room.

Sister Yun turned her back, hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, and said angrily: What are you doing here?

The old man froze outside the door, grinned with yellow teeth, and said with a smile: Xiaoyun, don't you say a word to your father when you come back?

It was Aunt Qing's second husband who spoke, Wang Shuaida. Although he is only in his fifties, he is riddled with vices all year round, and he is not ashamed, but enjoys it, and after all, he suffers from it, and is destroyed by these harmful "tumors" and becomes an old man in his seventies.

I muttered in my heart: This Uncle Da is "elusive" every day, I feel that he will not be able to live for half a moment if he leaves the card field, but how can he come back today? Could it be that the prodigal son has turned back?

"Daddy? You're embarrassed to say it. ”

Sister Yun turned her head, and a fierce light shot out of her eyes.

Uncle Da staggered and took a few big steps back.

Don't say it's Uncle Da, when I saw this fierce light shot out of Sister Yun's eyes, my body couldn't help but be shocked, and my heart beat wildly.

Uncle Da didn't give up, held on to the door frame, and said with a smile: Xiaohua is also here. Xiaoyun, are you hungry? Daddy will cook you something.

Sister Yun snorted coldly and sneered: Okay, you go and fry four or five dishes first.

When we entered the door, Sister Yun and I took a general look at the room, and there was nothing except a bed, a kettle with a broken handle, and a few steamed buns with green hair.

Uncle Da was embarrassed for a while, and wanted to leave, but he seemed to be unwilling.

Sister Yun said coldly: If you have anything, just say it, and get out of it when you are done.

Uncle Da obviously didn't expect that today's Sister Yun is no longer the Xiaoyun of the past, and her words are full of chilling ruthlessness.

Uncle Da said timidly: Dad...... Oh, I'm short on money, and I hope Xiaoyun can help me.

Sister Yun put away Aunt Qing's relics, and said in a cold voice: Okay, you can come to Xiaohua's house in the evening.

Hearing this, Uncle Da seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and quickly responded, "Alas, okay." Then, he ran out of the hospital in a puff of smoke.

"To my house?" I stared at Sister Yun in a daze and asked in a low voice.

Sister Yun didn't answer, picked up Aunt Qing's relics, and said, "Let's go, go to my mother's grave."

She seemed to think of something again, don't look around and say: Xiaohua, you can bring a lighter.

The sun, covered by a web of white clouds, pulled to the west. The temperature has risen to the highest point of the day.

The place where we went to the grave was a flat ridge, called "thirty acres".

In front of Pingling, there are two large mountains connected, and where they are connected, there is a huge pass, and Aunt Qing's grave is opposite it, so the strong wind is constantly coming from here, blowing the cold on the people.

Sister Yun and I knelt in front of Aunt Qing's grave and kowtowed three times each reverently.

Sister Yun said sadly: Xiaohua, you go and stay elsewhere for a while, I want to talk to my mother alone, you leave the lighter.

I really wanted to be with her and share some grief for her, but I knew that she couldn't help herself at this time, and I couldn't bear to brush her mind, so I patted her on the shoulder, got up and walked away.

Finding a slightly flat ridge, I sat down with a sinking buttocks.

Although Sister Yun and I are far apart, the place where I sit is at the downwind of her. By the wind, I could vaguely hear her crying, laughing, shouting, and whispering.

I secretly wondered, Sister Yun's moodiness couldn't be excessive sadness and confusion, right?

Thinking about it, I was afraid that Sister Yun would have an accident, and I wanted to get up and take a look.

When I got up, I saw Sister Yun lighting the lighter and lighting the relics of Aunt Qing in her arms one by one.

The firelight jumped, struggling like some dying ghost.

Soon, the burned relics turned into patches and wisps of black ashes.

The wind blew, and the ashes fluttered up like splashed ink and landed in the flat and fluffy fields.

Sister Yun kowtowed three more times to Aunt Qing's grave, then got up and walked towards me.

I hurriedly grabbed her arm, for fear that she would be too hurt and unsteady on her feet, and she would fall down.

She knocked my hand off and said with a smile: Go, I want to take advantage of my sister.

When she said this, I was stunned for a moment, then grinned and hugged her arm.

I asked: Sister, what did you just say to Aunt Qing?

Sister Yun said matter-of-factly: I asked my mother to bless you to find a handsome daughter-in-law quickly, if you don't find one soon, let her come to give you a dream.

She wanted to scare me, but I didn't care about her, I said: Aunt Qing loves me so much, and treats me like her own son, I think she is too late.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt bad and felt that it hurt Sister Yun's heart.

Sure enough, when I glanced at Sister Yun, she was already sad, tears coiled in her eyes, and Ying Ying was swirling.