In the south pass of Budingsan, a large bamboo forest swayed in the spring breeze. Yellow, green, and pink paper flags can be seen everywhere in the forest, as well as firecracker crumbs mixed in thick bamboo leaves.

Ai Yu carried a small basket and carefully avoided the dirt bags, looking for his ancestors. She had to worship her grandfather's parents, her grandmother's parents, her grandfather and her grandmother. As for the relatives on his father's side, I heard that they are not in Jiangnan, and Ai Yu has never seen them. Her mother, who even has her surname, doesn't need to worry about those ancestors.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, others are a large family on a spring outing, but Ai Yu is alone to wipe the tombstones, put colorful flags, remove weeds, place sacrifices, burn paper money, light firecrackers, and worship the ancestors......

It's been seven years, year after year.

Sitting in front of the joint burial tomb of my grandfather and grandmother, looking at the cold names on the inscription. Ai Yu endured not to use his sense to explore the grave, and reported the bits and pieces of life word by word.

"Grandma, I've grown a little taller in the past two days, didn't I expect it? One meter seventy-three! ”

"Recently, I got a way to strengthen my body, and I don't dare to say that I will definitely live longer than you two in the future. Definitely not because of stroke, high blood pressure or anything, just burp when you say it. ”

"Now my salary is sixteen thousand eight thousand a month. After deducting five insurances and one housing fund and housing loan, there is less than 3,000 yuan left. After I go back, I want to apply for a job transfer and work as a special investigative reporter in the legal column, which should be able to earn more. ”

"Mayor Hu is full of energy now, if the sanatorium is really completed. I want to sell my old house, you don't blame me, do you? ”

"The temple is gone, the old locust tree is gone, and it's not interesting to keep the old house."

……

When the sun rose overhead, Ai Yu returned home with the sacrifices that had been removed. There was a car parked at the door of the old house, it should be Ai Jianping back.

Pushing the door in, I saw a middle-aged woman with short hair, a suit, and high heels lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard. My mother is almost 50 years old, and she is very well maintained.

"Finished praying?"

"Hmm." Ai Yu nodded and said lightly: "My train ticket for the evening, I'll leave in a while." Remember to pull the switch, turn off the water meter, and lock the door when you leave. ”

Every year during the Qingming Festival, Ai Jianping will also return to her hometown to worship her ancestors, but Ai Yu never makes an appointment with her. First, the two of them do have their own things, and it is not easy to get together. Second, they really don't know each other, and there is no need to pretend to be very familiar.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to go abroad?"

Ai Yu was about to enter the house to pack his backpack, and turned his head in surprise when he heard this, "Your husband has been transferred back to Germany?" ”

"Amos's assignment is due, I'm on a visa, and we're leaving next month."

Ai Jianping has long been accustomed to the tone of her daughter's conversation with her, and has accepted the relationship between them like familiar strangers over the years. But when she really wanted to immigrate with her youngest son and husband, she was suddenly reluctant to leave Ai Yu behind.

"Xiaoyu, if you are willing to go to Germany, I can ......"

"Don't!" Ai Yu waved his hand, "You are a family, what do I look like when I go in." Besides, I don't speak German, so why don't I go to Berlin to ask for food? ”

Ai Jianping and her current husband have a mixed-race son who is only five years old, and when the little guy first saw Ai Yu, he opened his mouth to be an aunt, and he almost didn't her cheap sister to death.

"Why don't I leave that house in Yanjing to you? That's my house, and it doesn't have a dime to do with Amos. ”

"We have already agreed that I will support myself after I work and no longer spend your money." Ai Yu shook her head amusedly, both of them are Taurus, both obsessed with material things and clean.

Seeing a layer of sadness in Ai Jianping's eyes, Ai Yu had to drag a small bench to sit next to her.

"After you go there and settle in, give me a contact information. If I run out of food one day, I will definitely ask you for help, and I don't need it yet. ”

Ai Jianping sighed, wanting to hug Ai Yu, but felt that she was not qualified. After being entangled for a moment, I had to give up.

"Xiaoyu, we have fewer chances to meet in the future. There are some things that I want to talk to you about now. ”

"You say, I'll listen."

"Your father and I met from a part-time job. He was an orphan before we got married, so we made a home in the county town here and came back to start a business together. After you were born, his family found him. As for the future of our little family, I disagree with him. So we divorced, and the children belonged to me. ”

Ai Yu was silent, she had heard her grandmother tell her about this past. The old lady said that her parents were too young and impulsive at that time, and they would get married when they said they would get married, and they would divorce when they said they would divorce. Both of them are very assertive, they only have themselves in their hearts, and they don't think about what to do with another baby.

Because of this, the old man and the old lady kept Ai Yu by their side. One is afraid that his grandson will suffer with his daughter, and the other is afraid that his daughter will not be able to marry a second marriage with a child.

In short, Ai Yu has not had the concept of parents since he can remember, and he can't talk about love and hate. Ai Jianping knows this very well, so every time she talks to Ai Yu, she pays great attention to her tone and attitude, for fear of arousing her daughter's disgust.

"Your father and I both started new families. Because their minds have matured, each other is living smoothly now, but I'm sorry for you. I am telling you this in the hope that you will not be afraid of marriage. We are negative examples, and you must have the ability to live better than us. ”

Is this a marriage urge?

Ai Yu looked at her mother's nervous expression and didn't know what to say.

"Ahem, that, I haven't found the right one yet. If you really encounter it, the knot will definitely be knotted, you can rest assured. ”

……

It wasn't until he got on the high-speed train to the north that Ai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

About the time of parting, Ai Jianping became very slimy and had to drive her to the high-speed rail station. The peculiar self-blame urging marriage made Ai Yu even more unbearable.

She is now a monk, and if her cultivation goes smoothly, her lifespan will be extended indefinitely. Even if you stay in the Qi refining period for the rest of your life, no matter your appearance or physical functions, you will always be young because of your cultivation.

How do you find a partner?

Ai Yu shuddered a little at the thought of seeing off the white-haired old man with a twenty-year-old face on his head, and a few fifty or sixty-year-old sons and daughters kneeling beside him.

There are billions of people in the world, how many of them are secretly poking and cultivating?

How many male cultivators are there among these people?

How many of these male cultivators can grow in her aesthetics?

At the same time, the other party still has to look down on her, don't dislike this woman who looks like a man?

It's so hard!

Ai Yu shook his head, threw the marriage out of his head, and fiddled with the latest Leica in his hand with great interest.

This model has not yet been listed in China, and she estimates that she will not be able to afford it without eating, drinking, or paying off her mortgage for two years. When Ai Jianping stuffed the camera bag, she solemnly stated that this was a gift that Amoste intended to buy back to China, and asked her to accept it.

Because the immigrants took their own mothers, so they did what they liked and sent a great camera to apologize?

This damn Germans......

If Amos directly gave hundreds of thousands, Ai Yu would definitely not ask for it.

It's really hard to refuse a camera, let alone a full set of lenses.