It's another year of Qingming Festival.

Everything recovers, and the earth warms up.

Mother He started to clean up early in the morning. She wanted to lead Jiejie to the grave to pay respects.

She kept flower steamed buns, corn tortillas, dumplings, fried chicken nuggets, fried tofu, apples, bananas, and a bottle of wine in her basket, as well as incense and paper money.

Jiejie also got up early.

"Grandma, I want to go on the swing."

"Jiejie, we'll go visit Dad in a while, and we'll go on the swing when we come back at noon, okay?"

"Daddy," Jay whispered. He hadn't called his dad for a long time, and his father's impression seemed to have no image in his memory, and he didn't have much affection for him. In his current memory, only his grandmother is his closest person.

"Grandma, I want to eat bananas."

"Okay." Mother He pulled a banana and peeled the skin open.

"Jiejie, eat slowly."

Jay Jie gulped down a banana.

Mother He looked at Jie Jie and thought of He Hansheng when he was young. They are just as cute, just as naughty.

Mother He's eyes immediately filled with tears.

She still couldn't accept the cruel fact that her son was gone.

Mother He is even older.

She staggered, carrying a basket, and led the door to the door.

They walked on the field path.

Mother He walks on this path many times a year, and this time there is no longer the joy and pride of the past.

The wheat sprouts on both sides of the road have turned green, gently undulating in the breeze.

Mother He felt that everything in front of her seemed to be real but not real, and it seemed to be illusory.

"Grandma, where are we going?"

"Go and bring food to Daddy."

"Where is he?"

"There's Northridge."

Jiejie is innocent, happy, and carefree.

They came to He Hansheng's grave. In just a few months, the entire grave was overgrown with weeds.

Mother He laid out all the offerings.

Mother He lit the paper money with a match.

Soon, the paper money burned.

"Hansheng, Jie Jie and I have come to see you. You see, Jiejie has grown so big. ”

Mother He couldn't hold back the sadness in her heart anymore, and cried loudly.

Jay Jie also began to cry.

The whole cemetery, quietly, there is no one in it.

The spring breeze blows, and no one knows their sorrow.

"Hansheng, this is your favorite dumpling and fried chicken nuggets." Mother He threw them one by one in front of the grave with chopsticks, "Hansheng, don't worry, I will raise Jiejie." If you're short of money, give me your dreams, and I'll send you money. ”

Mother He threw all the offerings in front of the grave and poured out the wine.

"Jiejie, kowtow to Dad."

Jiejie obediently knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Mother He wiped her tears and looked at her lovely grandson, she was still full of hope for the future. She wants to educate Jiejie well in her lifetime, even if she wants to eat, and cultivate Jiejie into a good person who is useful to society. She doesn't hate this society, and she also hopes that Jiejie doesn't hate this society.

They walked back, again on the same path from which they had come.

"Grandma, where are we going?"

"Go home."

"Grandma, I want to eat apples."

"Apples are at home, shall we eat them at home?"

"Good"

"Jiejie, are you tired? Is it good for grandma to carry back? ”

"Good"

Mother He squatted down and let Jiejie climb up.

Mother He carried Jiejie on her back, in a group of cyan, in the direction of home, step by step, step by step.

The paper money in front of He Hansheng's grave had burned out, and a gust of wind blew, and the paper ashes were scattered, flying with the wind, floating into the air, and finally completely disappeared in the spring breeze.