The sky was full of dimness.

The two of them played by the river for a while and then walked home.

Jiang Chengwen was carrying her shoes, while Han Jing was walking barefoot on the path in the fields.

She walked slowly, with the sunset printed on it, and walked back home step by step.

These scenes were also deeply imprinted in Jiang Chengwen's mind.

This silly girl is always so stupid.

But who made him like it?

...

After returning home, I cooked rice with rice, and I simply heated two dishes, and just ate some bento for dinner.

The two of them sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air. The gentle light hit them, and the sound of insects at night came into their ears, as if urging them to fall asleep.

The evening breeze is still very cool.

A little later, the two washed their feet and went to bed.

Han Jing was sleeping in the bed with him in her arms, and she murmured, "Dog..."

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Chengwen said, patting his back gently.

"I'll take you to see grandpa tomorrow." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen paused for a moment, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

"Um."

Han Jing agreed softly, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Chengwen reached out and turned off the lights in the house.

The moonlight fell into the room along the window, and it looked particularly beautiful.

"Good night."

There is sound at night, it is the chirping of insects and frogs, and it is silent at night, it is the voice in the heart.

.

.

It started to drizzle at night.

During the plum rain season, it always rains constantly, but by chance, I picked today.

Perhaps God also felt that today was a bit boring.

Although the rain was light, it continued until the next morning and never stopped.

Han Jing was carrying incense, candle, yellow paper and white wine, while Jiang Chengwen was holding a sickle.

The two of them went up the mountain.

The road was covered with mud and yellow mud covered the soles of the shoe, which also led to the road being slippery.

But in a moment, their hair was wet with the drizzle in the sky and the water vapor in the forest.

"Pu"

The rubber shoes were stepped on the puddle and splashed on the legs of the pants.

But neither of them cared about it.

After walking on such a muddy path for about a few minutes, I then came to the foot of a forest and walked up the old road in the mountains.

The pine wood smells very good in the forest. The rainwater gathers on the pine needles and turns into large drops of rain and falls down, making the rain in the mountains look a little heavier than outside.

"It's coming."

Han Jing said, looking up and looking forward.

There is a path ahead, two old pine trees stand in front of the path, as if they are leading the way.

Han Jing paused for a moment and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jingshu Dongao: "I come to this trail every year and there are weeds. This time I come, I feel that the weeds on this roadside have been repaired..."

Jiang Chengwen walked over with a sickle and glanced at the roadside. He found that the weeds were cut off by the sickle.

"Someone has come." Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing opened her lips slightly and said, "I know who it is."

It's nothing more than that person.

Jiang Chengwen probably guessed it, but he didn't say much, just looked at her.

"Let's go."

"become."

The two of them walked forward in a small path, and slowly a small hill appeared in their eyes.

A wood-carved stone tablet stands in front of the hill.

All the weeds on the hills were cleaned up, and the same was true around them.

In front of the stone tablet, there were three paper cups, which should have been left by someone who came before and used to pour wine.

Han Jing put the thing down and glanced: "I haven't come back to see you for a few years..."

Of course Jiang Chengwen knew who she was talking about, and he spoke: "Maybe he just wants to respect filial piety."

"Grandpa probably doesn't want to see him very much."

Han Jing said: "In the past few years, my grandfather was alone in the countryside, and he had never brought a penny back. Now I want to respect filial piety."

She doesn't want to make any comments anymore.

“Okay.”

Han Jing said, "Save it to repair these weeds again."

The drizzle hit their hair and flowed down the hair of their temples.

She took the yellow paper out of the bag.

He glanced at the paper cup in front of the tombstone, reached out to pick it up and threw it away.

Three cups were put on again.

Take out the lighter and light the yellow paper. Fortunately, the rain didn't rain too much and the fire would not be extinguished.

The yellow paper burned, and a little white smoke rose.

Han Jing separated the yellow paper one by one, and then slowly threw it into the fire.

"Come here too." Han Jing said.

"good."

Jiang Chengwen and she squatted in front of the tombstone, separated the remaining yellow paper, and then put several pieces in it.

Han Jing said: "After I went to Nancheng, I would only come back every year during Qingming Festival or holidays. At that time, I had to carry my things, and I had to bring a sickle. After I arrived, I started to clean up the roadside and the weeds around me, and I was busy for half a day."

Jiang Chengwen said: "Is no one here except you?"

"there is none left."

Han Jing said: "Grandpa is an orphan and was picked up by his grandfather in the mountain."

"But the grandfather is older. When his grandfather was twelve or thirteen years old, he passed away. At that time, his grandfather traveled all over the entire Yunnan province by himself, and then he had some family business. Later, he married his grandmother and passed it down, and there was only one person."

"I'm behind it."

Han Jing said: "So, I am the only one who will come here all these years."

Jiang Chengwen asked: "Did grandpa be left behind? Have you ever been looking for it since then?"

“Finally found.”

Han Jing added yellow paper to it and said, "But I didn't find it. Later, my grandfather's legs and feet were not good, so he couldn't go far, so he had to give up. This was a regret for my grandfather's death."

"It's too difficult to find this vast sea of ​​people." Jiang Chengwen muttered.

He looked at the tombstone that said Han Gongcai Zheng's tomb, and there was also written that his daughter-in-law Yan Ping's granddaughter Han Jingli was polite.

It should have been a filial man, that is, the people who erected the monument, but most of them were sons, but few had daughters-in-law names but did not have sons.

Han Jing followed his gaze and said, "In theory, the man's name should be written on this monument. My grandfather told me not to write his name before he died, and if he wanted to write it, he would write it. But later the husband in the village said that I was a granddaughter and could not only write it by me according to the rules, so he added my mother's name in front of it."

"Yanping."

Han Jing said: "This is my mother's name. In the past, my grandfather said that my mother's word was not good, such as Ping, duckweed, and bad health, and fragile. I didn't take it seriously when I was a child. Now, thinking about it, this word always feels like a metaphor."
To be continued...