(The time, place, and plot of this book are purely fictional, please do not sit in the opposite number, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence)

Song Ci took out a cigarette, leaned over the burning paper money in front of the tombstone and lit it, and was just about to stuff it into his mouth, when his eyes swept to the words [Tomb of his beloved wife Yun Chuyao] on the tombstone, sighed, and inserted the cigarette butt in his hand into the soil beside him and crushed it.

"Don't you look at me, can't I smoke it?"

Song Ci muttered in a low voice, and the woman on the tombstone smiled, as if she was satisfied with his approach.

Song Ci picked up a dead branch from the side, picked up the paper money burning in front of the monument, and made the paper money burn more fully, a breeze blew, and the burning ashes swirled and flew into the blue sky.

"Nuan Nuan said last time that she wanted Liu Yutong's mother to be her mother, and I wanted to too, but I was afraid that Liu Yutong's father would not agree."

"Last time I took Nuan Nuan to see your parents, they were in good health, I just want you to think hard, I asked them to give birth to pearls, build a trumpet, your father drove me out with a stick, which made me very nostalgic when I went to your house for the first time, your father had this attitude, but our father is really old, last time he chased me two miles, this time he chased a mile and was out of breath."

"Nuan Nuan is going to kindergarten soon, I'm going to let her go to the house next to the community, although the school is a little broken, the facilities are a little worse, but their teacher is beautiful, Nuan Nuan will definitely like it, I like it too."

"That's right, wife, they all say that the ancestors are blessed, but the ancestors are still separated by a layer, and there are many children and grandchildren, you and I are husband and wife, regardless of each other, you must bless me to make a fortune, and when I get rich, I will marry another one as beautiful as you, you fell in love with me blindly, and now the blind beauty is not easy to find......"

Song Ci sat in front of Yun Chuyao's tombstone and chattered for a long time.

It wasn't until a piece of straw paper ash almost stuck on his face that he realized that it was too late, and got up to leave.

"I'll ...... next time"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt dizzy for a while, and sat back down, and it took a while to recover.

Only then did he get up again, but this time his movements were much slower, and when he stood up, his face was bitter, and he said in a low voice: "Wife, I miss you." ”

After speaking, he patted the grass clippings on his buttocks and left without looking back, but his eyes were already red.

The ashes of the papyrus behind him swirled in place, as if to say goodbye to him.

Song Ci came down from the mountain, and then he glanced back, only to see a puff of smoke and dust curling up into the sky.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and forced a smile: "If you don't see it, you don't smoke it." ”

The mountain behind him is called Thatched Mountain, which used to be full of thatch, but now it is gone, and it has become cultivated land, and it is also the place where the ancestral graves of several nearby villages are located.

And not far from the bottom of the mountain is Song Ci's hometown Songjiazhuang.

There are only about 100 households in the whole Songjiazhuang, which is not big or small, but many people have moved into the city over the years, and the village has become even more declining.

Song Ci started a half-new Baojun on the side of the road, turned the head of the car, and went directly to Songjiazhuang.

Although his parents went to the city to help him take care of the children, his grandparents were still in his hometown, and since he came back, he couldn't go to see them.

From afar, I saw my grandmother standing on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, my grandmother is eighty-five this year, although her body is quite tough, but her body is thin and thin, as if a gust of wind can blow her away, and she looks very thin.

Song Ci rolled down the window and slowly approached.

"Grandma, what are you doing standing here?"

With that, he opened the car door and walked down.

Grandma didn't answer his question, but tried to keep her dimly eyes open and look at Song Ci carefully.

"Aren't you thin?"

"What's the matter, you're obviously fat, I'll help you get into the car, and I'll take you a ride."

"No, I'm motion sickness, you go back first, I'll be right away."

Grandma said, forcibly breaking free of Song Ci's hand.

Song Ci knew that she was stubborn, so she didn't persuade her again, thought about it, got into the car first, and prepared to park the car first.

When the car started, Song Ci subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw his grandmother leaning over, leaning on crutches, lowering her head and slowly groping, with a sour nose.

Song Ci is a left-behind child, when he was young, his parents went out to work, and he was brought up by his grandparents, so his relationship with them is particularly good.

But since graduating from college, I have been busy with work and running my own small home, as if I have completely cut off contact with the past, except for the Spring Festival, I rarely come back, and I slowly become a little rusty.

After his wife died, he looked back and realized that they had been waiting for him in the same place, never changed, only him.

Song Ci parked the car, hurriedly turned back, and hugged his grandmother.

"You don't have to come back, I can walk back by myself, your grandfather heard that you came back today and killed a chicken in the morning."

"Why do you want to kill chickens, you keep the eggs, I will kill the chickens when I come back, I come back a few more times, and the chickens will not be killed for you?"

"If you finish killing, you will kill it, and the chickens will be given to you to eat." Grandma took Song Ci's hand and said with a smile.

"Then I must come back often." Song Ci said with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Grandma showed a mouth full of broken teeth when she heard this, and her face was happy.

The fifth house on the left hand at the entrance of Songjiazhuang Village is Song Ci's home, but because his parents have gone to the city, the gate is closed.

And across the road is his grandparents' house, and on weekdays, the aunt in the same village takes care of one or two, and Song Ci's parents will subsidize the aunt with some money every month.

But because my grandparents are still in good health now, my aunt also helps to wash clothes and buy some grain, oil and daily necessities, and she doesn't need to take care of much.

Song Ci's grandfather and grandmother are just the opposite, tall and strong, even if they are old and a little hunchbacked, they can still see the demeanor of their youth, and Song Ci inherited him in many aspects, both in shape and appearance, they are very similar.

Seeing Song Ci come back, he complained about why he didn't bring Nuan Nuan back, but his face was full of joy.

"Listen to your dad, you quit your job? That's an iron rice bowl, how can you just quit? ”

Grandpa was very unhappy with Song Ci's resignation from his job.

For the elderly, as long as they are people, they must have a job, otherwise they are all street slickers and do not do their jobs.

What's more, Song Ci is still a civil servant, although he is the lowest level of traffic police, it is also an iron rice bowl, as long as there are no accidents, it is a lifetime thing.

"The wages are too low."

"But the benefits are good, how can you ......?"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to say a word, Mao Mao must have his own reason, why are you old thing worrying so much?"

Grandma interrupted Grandpa's words and didn't let him go any further.

Seeing Song Ci holding the bowl, bowing his head and not saying a word, Grandpa could only sigh helplessly, and then asked, "Then what are you doing now?" ”

"It's kind of a rental." Song Ci said.

A good traffic police don't do it to open a taxi? What's going on here? Song Huai only felt a breath of air rushing to his head in his abdomen, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw Song Ci bowing his head to eat, he finally just asked helplessly: "Why?" ”

"Because there's a lot of money."

Song Huai was silent when he heard this, the salary of the traffic police is indeed not high, and Song Ci also told him before.

"I know that you have a lot of burden to support your family alone, but the traffic police have good benefits."

Song Huai finally said lightly and didn't continue.

In fact, Song Ci didn't tell a lie, but this is only one of the reasons, and the other reason is because of his wife Yun Chuyao.

Yun Chuyao and he are traffic police officers of a traffic police team, one night more than a year ago, they went to check drunk driving on the elevated highway, and met a madman who drank too much, impacting the checkpoint, Yun Chuyao couldn't dodge, and was directly hit, dragged far away, and died directly.

Song Ci watched his wife die in front of him, leaving a big psychological shadow, if he didn't have children, he might not be able to get out, but in the end he chose to resign.

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After lunch, Song Ci didn't stay long, he still had something to do in the afternoon, and he was ready to rush back to Jiangcheng.

"You take this." Song Huai handed Song Ci something wrapped in a plastic bag.

"What is this?" Song Ci didn't pick it up, he vaguely guessed something.

"This is 20,000 yuan, you can use it first and buy some delicious food for Nuan Nuan."

When Song Ci heard this, his heart warmed, but how could he take their money.

Song Huai couldn't resist Song Ci, and finally took the money back, ready to wait for Nuan Nuan to come back next time, and give Nuan Nuan directly.

Song Ci took down the two cans of milk powder and two bottles of wine that had been in the trunk.

Milk powder is for grandma, very ordinary milk powder for the elderly, wine is for grandpa, it is also a very ordinary wine, Song Huai does not drink much, but a little addicted, often like to have a drink, it doesn't matter if the wine is good or not, he likes the feeling when he drinks.

"You haven't finished eating what you bought last time, and you're wasting money." Grandma said this, but her face was full of smiles.

"It didn't cost much, grandparents, go back, I'm leaving." Song Ci opened the car door and sat in.

"Be careful when driving on the road." Grandpa bent his waist and waved his hand to Song Ci who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Got it." Song Ci stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car slowly drove out.

Waiting for the car to drive out, Song Ci subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he saw his grandfather waving his hand and slowly following behind the car, and his grandmother stood behind him with a cane and watched silently.

Song Ci put his hand out of the window and shook his head, then increased the accelerator, and the car sped out, until the two of them could no longer be seen, and then slowed down again.

Today's weather is very good, the autumn is high and cool, the sun falls on the body warm, but looking around, it is full of depression, the grass and trees are yellow, people can't help but rise a sadness.

When he was a child, he walked from this road to school every day, but at that time, the road was full of dust on sunny days, and muddy roads on rainy days.

When his gaze swept to a small shrine in the middle of the ridge on the side of the road, Song Ci hesitated a little and pulled over to the side of the road.