For several days after that, Uncle Li was looking at his previous diary. There are several books like that.,All of them have been preserved.。 The content was all written down after he worked, and it was gone sooner. Their school days weren't as long as they are now, and everyone had to come out to work early. No work, no books to read, no studies to go to, nothing to do. After having a child, Uncle Li didn't have the time to make such records. The only records of the children are the few words that his son wrote down when he was a child: when he called his father, when he could walk......

Uncle Li also took out the previous photo album and looked at it carefully.

When her son came to pick them up on the weekend to sweep Jiang Longchang's grave, Aunt Li couldn't help but muttered to her son.

“…… He always looks at those things, and he is bored at home alone. You persuade more. It's always bad to keep doing this. Aunt Li said worriedly.

"I see. You should spend more time with him. The son said helplessly, "Don't keep playing with your phone." ”

"Why don't I accompany him? He wasn't happy. Aunt Li said confidently, "I also told him to get the previous photos into the phone." Some of the photos are broken. Just a few of you little things, when you were a child, you fought and knocked over the bowl, and soaked the photos of your grandparents' birthdays. And the black and white photos of him when he was young, not anymore. ”

"This kind of photo can be restored now. You give me the picture, and I'll go find someone to fix it. The son said and walked into the study, "Dad, I'm here." ”

Aunt Li still followed behind and said, "Do you want to find it?" I have it in my phone. When I saw it in the news, I took a photo, and I had a phone number and address. ”

Uncle Li sat at the desk, turned his head slightly when he heard the words, and said "um", "What are you looking for?" ”

"A photo studio looking for photos." Aunt Li replied.

"Oh." Uncle Li didn't know that the mother and son suddenly brought up the photo. He didn't care much about it either.

The son came to Uncle Li's side, looked down, and saw a new book spread out on the table, and not a word was written on it.

"What are you doing, Dad? Let's go, right? The son asked.

"Let's go, let's go." Uncle Li stood up.

The family of three drove to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Today is not the day of the Qingming Festival, there is no one in the cemetery, only rows of tombstones are neatly arranged, giving people a sense of seclusion and loneliness.

The son asked someone and determined the location of Jiang Longchang's cemetery.

This cemetery is like a residential complex, with a house number, and each grave is a room, and everyone is next to each other to meet new friends.

Aunt Li didn't feel so much, so she followed her son straight to Jiang Longchang's tomb.

Uncle Li walked very slowly, looked at each tombstone very carefully, looked at the names and photos of those people, looked at their birthdays and death dates, counted their ages, and looked at the names of his children and grandchildren engraved on the tombstones:

This one lived to ninety-one, with all his children and grandchildren, and he couldn't write a tombstone with so many children and grandchildren;

The one who had only lived thirty-four, was married, had children, and had not yet died;

One of the husband and wife lived to seventy-eight, and the other to sixty-five, and a year later, one of the children died;

This man used a photo from his youth, a photo of their time, and he had a similar ......

As he walked, Uncle Li heard Aunt Li's voice.

Before Aunt Li finished her urging words, she was stopped by her son.

The son's personality is like him, he is unhurried and unhurried, and he has the taste of a scholar, and he is subtle. The two daughters are just like Aunt Li's molds, and the granddaughters are like this, full of energy, laughing when they laugh and crying when they cry.

Uncle Li didn't look at the tombstones he passed along the way, and walked towards the place where his wife and son were standing.

He soon saw a familiar photo.

"He took it when he was 70 years old." Uncle Li blurted out and sighed abruptly.

In the black-and-white posthumous photo on the tombstone, there is an old man in high spirits. The one next to him is an old lady who looks like a couple with him.

"His wife had been dead for a year at that time...... Uncle Li sighed again when he saw Jiang Longchang's wife.

Originally, two old couples often walked together, and after that, Jiang Longchang looked at them alone. They rarely met later, and Jiang Longchang always said that his leg was uncomfortable, which may also be due to this.

The son took out the prepared tribute, paper money, and incense candles, laid them out one by one, and lit the incense and handed it to Uncle Li and Aunt Li.

The two of them put on incense and burned paper money in front of the tomb.

"Old Dragon, I didn't even know when you went. I'm late...... How's your life down there? Isn't it good? Brought you wine. I haven't drunk it for years. I can drink it now...... Drink as much as you want, and let your wife leave it alone. Uncle Li was babbling while burning the paper money.

Aunt Li and her son did not speak.

Uncle Li stood for a while, tired of standing, and sat down on the steps in front of the tombstone, with his back to the tombstone, and turned his head from time to time to look at the black and white photo.

The son helped Aunt Li to sit down on the stone steps next to the tombstone.

"Old Long, Sister Cui, I'll sit for a while. It's all old men and women, and it's not the same as before...... You guys go ahead of us and help us see what's going on over there. If you can buy a house, you can buy a house, and if you can buy land, you can buy land. Our two families will live together for the rest of the day. Aunt Li said.

"What do you want?" Uncle Li said to Aunt Li with a straight face.

"There's got to be a place to live over there, right? Even if you divide the house, you have to buy it, and it is your own that you can be sure. Aunt Li was full of words.

As soon as Aunt Li said the matter, she ran in a ridiculous pragmatic direction.

Uncle Li was silent and continued to say his own words to Jiang Longchang.

He spoke a little dry, took the water handed by his son, took two sips, rested for a while, and then continued.

Aunt Li was already impatient, took out her mobile phone, and played her entertainment. The son looked left and right, looking in all directions, studied the nearby tombstones, and after a while, when there was nothing else to do, he also took out his mobile phone to look.

Uncle Li saw the appearance of the two of them, and felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Jiang Longchang's last photo angrily, and said in his heart: "Look at them, that's it." Always holding a mobile phone, when I didn't put it down. Alas......"

He emptied everything he wanted to say, and he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he called his wife and son.

But the son listened to the call, and immediately came to help him.

The wife didn't have to honor him, his eyes didn't take off the phone screen, and he said without raising his head: "Hey, you're done?" Let's talk about it again. Don't you have a lot to say? ”

"Mom-" the son shouted.

"There's a lot going on. How many times has your dad looked at those old photos and old workbooks these days? ”

"Alright, you. What about the old dragon in front of them, what to do? Uncle Li said.

"I'm here to show them the development of the times, the progress of science and technology. This game has never been before. I'm going down then, son, you're going to have to burn my iPhone. Oh, came out today and forgot. Now there are those mobile phones made of paper, which are specially burned for the dead. And the mahjong table, hey, it's all made fully automatic. Now it's not just about burning villas, burning servants, color TVs, cars, and so on. Aunt Li gushed endlessly, suddenly looked at the screen, and let out a sigh of chagrin, "It's dead." ”