It's a very strange point that on the ancestral graves of other families, there are either wild trees that never stop growing, or sugar seedlings that grow everywhere, and these three graves, except for a few thorn buds and weeds that occasionally grow, other weeds or wild trees will not grow.

Another point, that is, on the side of the grave, there are often long insect skins falling, several times, when I went to the grave, I saw it, it felt like rags, I approached and turned it over, only to know that it was a long insect skin that had been molted for a long time.

My grandfather has been sleeping in the old ditch forever since that time. Every Qingming Spring Festival, I would go to the ancestral grave in Laogou with my father with a shovel and carry fire paper and firecrackers to kowtow to them.

Every time, it was up to me to start with the master, first light the fire paper for them, and then solemnly lay flat clothes, kneel down, kowtow three times in a row, and say in my mouth, the master got up to pick up the money, the uncle got up to pick up the money, and the master got up to pick up the money.

After that, the big red firecrackers with the head of the 10,000 characters were spread around the three graves, and when everyone kowtowed, they retreated to the side, lit the firecrackers, and the sound of the cannons was endless.

I could often see my father's sad face, his white-washed coat, shivering in the cold wind. After setting off the firecrackers, my father and uncle added soil to the three graves one by one, and then our grandchildren's.

I remember one time, I was all in school, just after school, and I was walking home along the main road of the brigade headquarters with schoolbags and small benches with everyone.

It was nearly evening, because I was walking and looking at the tall poplars on both sides of the road, whether there were horses crouching on the branches and barking, or whether there were neem baba flapping their black and white wings on the tree and spitting neem seeds.

So by the time I thought it was getting dark, the rest of my classmates had already walked away. I carried a small bench and a schoolbag on my back, and walked slowly along the main road to my home.

The brigade headquarters is a primary school, and to the north is the 33 acres of land on my village, and after the machine well room and the Hongjia Tomb, which is about to be flattened, it is the big puddle in the tile nest.

Every time I walk here, I have to stop and see why the willow trees on the edge of this big pit are growing out so crookedly, and why are they still so thick after so many years.

And why is there always so much water in this big pit, and it is still so dark. And every time I see the water insects flying like arrows on the surface of the water, I blame them for why they are so ugly and so thin.

On the edge of this puddle, there are several stacks of firewood piled up after beating soybeans, high and low like several collapsed bunkers.

What about these people who beat soybeans, why are they always so sloppy, the soybeans have not been cleaned yet, and they are stacked here. Every time it rained, before the sky cleared, I passed by here to go to school, and I could always see some tender and fat soybean sprouts growing in the mud on the edge of the stack.

Several times, I told my mother, and my mother told me to take a yellow porcelain bowl and pick up the sprouted soybeans, and several times I picked up more than half a bowl and handed it to my mother when I went home, and often at night when I had dinner, there would be an extra delicious soybean sprout on the table.

These stacks of firewood, looking at the past now, look gray, and the sky is about to get dark. I picked up a half-cut brick from nowhere, and kicked it forward, talking nonsense.

I said whatever I saw, and just as I was about to reach the stack of firewood by the pit, I saw a gray shadow slowly flash out from behind the stack.

I thought it was a passerby, so I watched and walked forward. The shadow slowly walked in my direction to the middle of the road, and I took a few steps forward, and the shadow seemed to grow a little bit, and at first it was about as tall as me, and then after a few steps, it was almost as tall as my father. I didn't know that I was afraid, and I wanted to keep walking.

And when the shadow walked out of the place where the firewood stack was, he stopped, feeling that he had stretched out his hand and beckoned me again and again, and then opened his mouth and shouted to me: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, come here, I am your master, I will give you candy to eat." ”

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly remembered that on the day my grandfather died, I also saw my grandfather behind people, waved at me, and said to give me candy to eat. Then I developed hysteria. Now this shadow, I can't see it really, I don't know if it's really my father.

And I obviously felt that if it was my father, it would have grown too fast, and it was only a little bit older, almost as tall as half a pole on the side of the road, and it was so fat that it was almost edgeless, and the way I walked in my direction, it felt like I was shaking from left to right......

When I heard the voice, it was clearly my father's, and he was still shaking it while beckoning to me: "Xiaoliang, Xiaoliang, I'm your master, come here, I'll give you candy to eat......"

When I thought of my grandfather lying on the door, I was suddenly so frightened that the small bench I was carrying in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and then I faintly heard the sound of a dog barking in the distance, and my father's voice calling my name.

I was about to open my mouth to cry, but I didn't expect that the gray and bare shadow seemed to flash into the firewood stack. From the opposite side, a person ran over, and I saw that it was indeed my father, who hurriedly ran to me with a flat burden, followed by my big yellow dog.

When I saw my father near, I burst into tears. My father ran over and hugged me, and asked me what was wrong, and I said that I had just seen my grandfather, and pointed to the firewood pile, saying that my father had gotten into the firewood stack.

My father hurriedly coaxed me, wiped my tears and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xiaoliang......" He hugged me with one hand, picked up the small bench with the other, and carried a flat pole in his arm, followed by the barking big yellow dog, and went home.

When I got home, I started a high fever, and after a few days, my high fever subsided, and when I went to school, I saw the firewood stack on the side of the road and I don't know how there were only a few ashes left......

When I was very young, I heard my aunt and my mother say that my father and my grandmother were very fond of my sister-in-law. Maybe it's because my sister-in-law is my father's youngest of the four sisters. So if there is anything delicious and fun at home, my grandfather and my grandmother will do their best for my sister-in-law.

Later, there was a third generation in the family, and my sister-in-law grew up slowly until she got married. I heard that when my grandfather died, my sister-in-law was stunned and did not shed a single tear, and later I asked my grandmother many times, and my grandmother also flickered.

In fact, my sister-in-law is very beautiful, and she has a lot of eyes, every time she comes back from her mother-in-law's house, she either brings some seasonal fruits and vegetables, or goes to the street to give me milk and pull a few feet to be really cold or something, which can often coax my milk to feel beautiful in my heart.

And after eating, while my father and they are not paying attention, my grandmother will secretly stuff money for my sister-in-law, and several times I hid in my grandmother's doorman and tried to steal the fruit box at the head of my mother's bed.