Jian Zheng took the flowers from Mu Nan's hand, carefully placed them in front of the tombstone, and then squatted down and carefully stroked the inscription and the photo embedded on it.

Although he was quiet and didn't make a sound, the tears that flowed from under his sunglasses let her know that he must be very sad.

Men will also cry sadly, but men don't want others to see them crying, so she prepared a pair of sunglasses for him in advance, but these tears have become a river, and how can a pair of sunglasses cover it.

She looked at the photo on the tombstone with emotion. If she hadn't known in advance that she looked very similar to the owner of the tombstone, she would have thought that the picture embedded in the tombstone was her own photograph. And it was precisely because of the resemblance that she was able to walk into his sight. While he was rejoicing, he felt sorry for Ling Chunxue's tragic fate.

She lit two candles, put them on either side of the altar, took out six more sticks of incense, lit them by the candle, and shook them, extinguishing the flames on the tips of the incense, and handed three of them to him.

He took the incense, took a step back, stood in a row with her, and the two of them bowed three times to the tombstone, and she took the three incense sticks from his hand, and inserted them in front of the tombstone along with the three incense sticks in her own hand.

When they entered the cemetery, the staff gave them a brazier to burn paper money.

She placed the brazier on the altar, grabbed a few pieces of paper money, lit the candle, and put it in the fire.

She bowed her waist and added paper money to the brazier one by one, and her expression was very reverent.

The man was so sad that his head was numb, so she reminded him, and he reacted and added paper money to the brazier together.

There was too much paper money, and it was estimated that she couldn't finish it in two strokes, so she simply squatted down, so that it was not as hard as bending her waist.

But her knees suddenly went numb, as if she had been beaten, and her weight leaned forward, and she knelt in front of the tombstone.

She felt hysterical in her heart, should she have knelt down for her? But it stands to reason that the younger generation only kneels to the elders, how to say, from the perspective of simplicity, he and her can be regarded as equals. There are some things that believers have, but those who don't believe don't, since they have all knelt down, then kneel, so when Jian Zheng came to help her, she didn't get up again, but knelt until she burned the paper money.

She added paper money to the brazier while silently reciting: "You are a good woman, Jian Zheng is also a good man, his love for you is evident, and even he has been wanting to be martyred some time ago."

"I know you love him, but please believe that I love him as much as you do. Therefore I will keep him and let him live well, and I will marry him and have children, and take good care of him and love him for you.

"I will surely come with him to visit you every year for the rest of my life.

"He is really infatuated with you and wants to accompany you, and I understand and support it. But not now, until the day when he returns to old age, I promise to send him to you. When my day comes, I'll come over with you. And before that, please bless us with a happy love and a happy life.

"If you don't speak, then I'll take you as a promise. Thank you! ”

When Mu Nan was very young, he often followed his father to sweep the graves of his ancestors, and every now and then, his father would ask her to pray with her ancestors, and also told her that if the burning paper money flies, and the fire extinguishes the paper and does not burn out, it means that the wish cannot be realized, and the paper money flies up and burns out in the air, then the ancestors will bless you to fulfill your wish.

And now, as soon as she had finished saying those words in her heart, a gust of wind blew up, and blew up a piece of paper money that she had just put into the brazier, swirled directly above the brazier, and then floated into the air, but the fire remained unquenched until it was burned out.

Mu Nan was very happy to see this, but it was not good to show it in his verbal expression in this situation. So she made a series of notes to the tombstone, and kept saying thank you in her heart.

After sweeping the tomb, it was almost noon.

He asked her, "Are you hungry?" ”

She asked rhetorically, "What about the hungry?" ”

"I'll take you to find a place to eat."

"So I'm not hungry?"

"Let's go home, and I'll cook for you."

"I'm hungry now, but I want to go home and eat what you cooked."

"Why do you want to go home and eat the food I cooked?" Jian Zheng said with interest, "The food I cook is not as good as the restaurant, and you will continue to be hungry until I finish the meal." ”

Home is a place to sleep and eat. Sleep can ignite and release passion, but that passion cannot last. And firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea is the theme of the family, and the core of this theme is to eat, if you don't eat three meals a day at home, that home becomes a hotel, how long it can be maintained, or how long the temperature can be maintained is difficult to say. So, she and his home, the passion can subside, but the temperature must be eternal. She thought so in her heart, but said it with a very simple sentence: "I love to eat what you cook." ”

"Okay, then I'll do it for you every day from now on." He smiled happily.

"Uh-huh!" She deserves it and is happy.

Happiness is actually as simple as that, being with your beloved, doing something small for each other, and affirming each other's bits and pieces.

After a warm lunch, she hugged him very gently on the sofa, "I want to talk to you about something?" ”

He stroked her hair, "Say yes." ”

"Shall we go see my parents?"

"Alright," he straightened her and pinched the bridge of her tall little nose with his hand, "of course I'm going to meet my father-in-law and mother-in-law!" ”

"Nasty," she patted his chest, "how did you become your father-in-law?" ”

"That's to see our parents and our parents."

"Shall we leave now, then?" With that, she sat up.

"Now? In such a hurry, don't you need to prepare? ”

"Giggles, I'm all set." She got up from the couch and ran to the cloakroom to pull out a navy blue suit and threw it to him, "That's what you wear." ”

"Suit?"

"Yes, mom and dad are very traditional people, and they like to dress more formally." "When I was in middle school, they used to tell me to wear a suit. ”

"Alright," he said, as he took his clothes and prepared to change, "we'll go buy some gifts in a moment, and we can't leave empty-handed." ”

"Giggles, I'm ready for this too." She smiled a little smugly, "You change your clothes and we'll go." ”

Jian Zheng quickly changed his clothes and came out, his eyes widened as he looked at Mu Nan, who was standing at the door with two gift boxes and ready to leave, "Don't you have to change your clothes?" ”

"Haha, I don't need to, whatever I do, they will recognize me as a daughter, the key is you, you have to make it look like, otherwise they won't recognize you-" I wanted to say son-in-law, but I felt a little shy when the words came to my mouth, so I swallowed those two words back.

"Okay, it's all up to you." He took two steps forward and took the two gift boxes in her hands, "I'll pick it up." ”