The tongue of fire licked the golden paper money, and slowly burned it out, Chen Shuang threw paper money into the fire one by one, and Chen Shuang silently recited a sentence in his heart every time he burned a piece of paper.

[Grandma, I can earn my own money now.] 【Grandma, when I finish school, I will return to the village, I don't want to go outside anymore. [Grandma, Chen Rang has grown very tall, and he is the tallest one in the family. 】【…… Daddy asked me to come and see you for him. 【......】【Grandpa, take care of grandma below.】 】

Unspeakable thoughts are brought to relatives in the other world by pieces of paper.

Turning his gaze to the weeds next to the two monuments, Chen Shuang reached out and dragged them down and threw them into the fire.

At the height of the fire, Chen Shuang took out the spiced sunflower seeds he bought and poured them into it, and soon a burning smell filled the air, [Let grandpa peel it for you to eat. 】

Finally, Chen Shuang took out the painting he had drawn, "This is the house we live in now. [This is what Xiaoxiang Town looks like now. [Now I look like this.] 】

Looking at the short-haired girl on the sketch paper being rolled into ashes by the flames, Chen Shuang was still thinking in her heart that if she received her portrait below, she would definitely blame her for being unlucky and saying that she was not sensible, but she really wanted her grandmother to remember that she could look at her, and let her know that no matter where she went, someone was missing.

The fire was very big and soon burned out, and the smoke gradually faded, Chen Shuang took out a tissue, silently wiped the two cold tombstones, and stood silently for half a minute and turned to leave.

There were still two bundles of paper money in the bag, and there was excess incense wax.

When Jiang Yu was squatting and burning money, he suddenly had an extra pair of hands beside him, throwing paper money into the fire.

Jiang Yu didn't raise his head and didn't say a word.

Jiang Yu is not the current appearance of a bastard who is always cold-eyed and unkind in school, nor is he a rotten person who likes to raise his eyebrows and tease her hypocrisy at Grandpa Jiang's house, but now he seems to be the real him, shrouded in real sad emotions.

His hair was already dry, slightly curled, his dark eyes were drooping, and he didn't know if it was smoked, but he felt that his eyelashes were a little moist.

Chen Shuang thought that when she was eight years old, Grandpa Jiang's family was immersed in a huge sadness, she didn't know what was going on, but then she saw a police officer send a box covered with a military flag to Grandpa Jiang who couldn't stand at the door, vaguely like something white, only the martyrs who died on TV will be covered with a bright five-star red flag or a military flag with August 1st.

And Uncle Jiang next door happens to be a soldier and a policeman. Chen Shuang saw Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang crying uncontrollably, Grandma Chen was also wiping her tears beside her, shrinking her neck back, this uncle sometimes came back and brought her gifts from the city, and would touch her hair and say thank you for accompanying the two old people in the village.

But she didn't see Jiang Yu at that time.

"Uncle is very nice." Chen Shuang was silent for a while but still spoke.

Jiang Yu's tears finally couldn't be contained, and he smashed into the ground drop by drop, muttering to himself, "It's good, so good that I put my life into it." ”

Jiang Qiongyu went to the farmhouse for a vacation with his family during the vacation, and saw a fugitive who had been wanted in the bureau there, when he notified the bureau, when waiting for someone to come, the fugitive was very vigilant, and immediately found that something was wrong, and he wanted to flee by car, he immediately stopped him, and it happened that there was a pregnant woman in the middle of the road, and the wanted man wanted to hit her in a panic, and the good man flew out directly from the side, pushing the pregnant woman away, but he was hit to death, you said he was good.

After Chen Shuang heard what Jiang Yu said, his eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't expect Uncle Jiang to leave for this reason.

Listening to Jiang Yu's self-deprecating words and looking at his lonely eyes, Chen Shuang's words had reached his throat, but he still couldn't hold back a word, his fingers paused and continued to burn money, but there was a trace of awe and regret in his heart.

For Uncle Jiang's sake, I didn't care about him before, Uncle Jiang, if you were still there, you could discipline your son well.

The wind blew away the fog, blew away the smoke, and blew unspoken thoughts.

Since being taken over by Gao Nianmei, he has gone from being within reach of anything to being out of reach. His father's approving eyes, broad palms, and strong arms could still hold him when he was almost ten years old. And also...... Mother always has a smiling face and a fragrant meal when she comes home...... Happy home.

He saw his father turn into a bloody man, he saw the horror of his teammates coming, he saw the murderer arrested and imprisoned, he saw his mother wash her face with tears day and night, he saw the pennants and gifts sent by the pregnant woman's family, he saw some people cry and some regretted it, and he saw a family fall apart.

The collapse of a pillar of heaven is the darkness of a home.

What makes home no longer home is not the weakening of the feelings of his parents, not the rebellious period when he grows up, but his heart of righteousness and courage, and his sense of responsibility without wearing a police uniform or a police badge, he often thinks that Jiang Qiongyu did not remember the face of the fugitive, did not make that call, did not rush out to save people, would everything be different.

It must be different.

Because of the disappearance of all the good, he still complains about him in his heart, he is worthy of everyone, but he is not worthy of his relatives.

But this is the path he chose, and it was the choice he made.

Jiang Yu continued to burn silently, losing more and more paper money, faster and faster. The tears in his eyes fell faster and faster with his movements, "I haven't come to see you for so many years, don't blame me." ”

Chen Shuang silently walked to the side and burned three incense sticks, bent over, and shouted softly, "Uncle Jiang." "I put incense on Grandma Jiang again.

The two of them quickly walked to the door, and the door of the bungalow was just opened, and out came an old man with a thin figure, the old man saw the person grinning clearly, and at a glance he could see the teeth that were too yellow to be yellow anymore and the two rabbit front teeth that were a little notched.

"Isn't this the Chen family's little shuang? It's all grown so big. How? Your mom doesn't want you anymore, is she back? ”

Cheng Lao Wei is already old, and his speech is still so annoying, and his hair, which was still a little thin in the past, has now completely become a shelled braised egg.

Chen Shuang sneered, and asked instead of answering: "What about your daughter-in-law?" ”

"You!" Cheng Lao Wei hadn't seen Chen Shuang for many years and thought that she had become more well-behaved, who would have thought that she would still be so sharp and sharp after so many years.

"I looked at your grandmother right back then, if it weren't for your dead girl obstructing it, would I be alone until now?"

Old man Cheng was full of fire when he mentioned this, although Mrs. Chen was slightly older than him, but her son was filial, and every time he returned to the village, he carried a big bag and a small bag. When you get old, multiple companions, two people accompany each other, and you won't let yourself be so lonely now.

"Yes, if you see the right eye, you will go down to accompany her." Chen Shuang suddenly laughed, the curvature of the corners of his lips was strange, "Go down and accompany her." ”