Yang An walked quickly, and the rapid walking and the tears on his face vented his inner sadness!

Yu Mantun had been watching Yang An who was walking quickly, and could already see the tears and sad expression on his face. He almost laughed with a "chi-". He did not expect An Yang to have a tough character and a cold temperament.

There is also a weak side, and there are moments of sadness. At this moment, Yu Mantun felt that this boy was just a seventeen-year-old boy. Only this appearance made people feel more real and full. Maybe this was who he was.

The real side makes people feel closer and more loving. As soon as he thought about it, Yu Mantun became worried again. Is this kid going to have any problems if he continues like this?

Although Yu Mantun is a man from the Northeast, he has also experienced the loss of loved ones. He knows that emotions need to be vented. Seeing Yang An approaching, Yu Mantun picked up the sacrifices on the ground and put them gently in the car.

He grabbed Yang An with one hand and said, "Get in the car." He pulled up the car and trotted back.

Looking at the ups and downs of Uncle Mantun's back, Yang An gradually calmed down, and a warm current surged in his heart. He was glad that he had met a good person.

After lunch, Yang An went to rest, or the memories and sadness of the morning consumed his mind, and he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

In the hall, Yu Mantun did not go to rest after reading the newspaper. When he came back, he saw Yu Mantun and Anyang who had already stayed at home. Hu Lide was a little surprised. Looking at Yu Mantun who had no intention of leaving, he asked: "

You’ve finished reading the newspaper, why are you still here?”

"Boss, don't you think An Yang is a little strange today?"

"What's the matter? Oh, he went to rest without reading the newspaper with us today."

"It's nothing. I mean, tomorrow may be the anniversary of his father's death." Mantun said.

"Oh!" Hu Lide and Ye Ming said in unison, both a little surprised.

Yu Mantun then told them what happened in the morning.

Hu Lide and Ye Ming witnessed Yang An's heart-rending screams and sadness on the day he had a fever. They were not surprised by the tears and sadness on Yang An's face, but were full of curiosity about the piece of sesame candy.

Qi Dagui pushed open the door of the small courtyard and hurriedly walked into the small courtyard. Looking at the boss and Yu Mantun sitting in the main room, his heart dropped. In the afternoon, he waited for a long time in the factory, but he did not wait for the boss and the three of them.

Since he didn't receive the message in advance, Dagui was naturally very worried at this special period and had to rush over to take a look.

Walking into the main room, he saw a large bundle of sacrifices placed on one side and asked: "Boss, is this...?"

"Anyang is going to visit his father's grave tomorrow." Yu Mantun answered eagerly.

"Oh." Qi Dagui was a little surprised.

Yu Mantun briefly recounted what happened in the morning and told Dagui that the boss felt that Anyang was not in good condition so he canceled the afternoon training.

In the afternoon, Yang An vaguely heard the sound of the courtyard door opening. After a while, he finally woke up. When he saw the pocket watch on the table, he didn't expect to sleep until four o'clock.

On the morning of December 19, Yang An followed the memory of six years ago, took Hu Lide, Yu Mantun, and Qi Dagui out of the city, and finally saw the familiar graveyard from a distance. At this time, Yang An turned around and said to Hu Lide and the others

: "Master, Uncle Mantun, Uncle Dagui, actually my real name is Yang An, and my father's name is Yang Qinglin. I didn't mean to deceive you. Last year, a classmate bullied my sister and beat him several times on impulse.

I didn't expect to hit him blind, so I ran out because I was afraid of going to jail." After saying that, Yang An was relieved and took a deep breath.

Hu Lide was silent for two breaths and said firmly: "It's great to be able to protect my sister at such a young age! You look like a man!" Listening to Hu Lide not taking the truth seriously at all, Yang An felt even more relaxed about it.

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Around the winter solstice, it is the coldest time of the year. Looking back at the graveyard in the distance, the cold wind picked up the corners of Yang An's clothes and made his cheeks hurt. The bare branches of the trees on the roadside were blown "wow".

" There was a sound, and the wilderness was full of desolation. Looking at this desolate graveyard, Yang An felt a sense of timidity in the countryside, and his steps suddenly became slow and heavy. However, this seemed to give him an unspeakable kindness.

After walking more than ten steps to the tomb, everyone could already see the "Tomb of Yang Qinglin". Perhaps, God's will was there. When Yang An saw the tombstone, he discovered that his father's death anniversary was today six years ago.

"Boss, there are people offering incense here, and there are people pulling the grass around here." Yu Mantun said curiously.

Everyone saw the incense sticks placed in front of the grave and the withered paper flowers on the grave.

"My uncle Lin and Uncle Fu come to Hankou every year before and after the Dragon Boat Festival and Double Ninth Festival to purchase Chinese medicinal materials. They will come to pay homage to my father." Yang An explained. Lin Xiu and Uncle Fu several times persuaded Li Guihua to take Yang An to Hankou to visit the grave.

They were all declined because she secretly resented the high cost of traveling and did not want to incur any expense for her family. Afterwards, Uncle Fu would tell his mother about the grave-sweeping, so Yang An was sure they were the ones who came to sweep the grave.

Hu Lide took a shovel to take soil from the surrounding area and cultivated it beside the grave. Mantun, Dagui, and Yang An were cleaning the weeds. Soon, Hu Lide had cultivated the soil in a circle. At this time, he suddenly heard Yu Mantun shouting:

"Brother, come and take a look. There are words behind this stele."

Hu Lide put down the shovel in his hand, and the four of them came over together. They saw "Benefactor Yang Tao Qinglin Stele" engraved on the stele. "This is an epitaph. Nowadays, few people write epitaphs." Hu Lide said.

The epitaph records Yang Qinglin’s name, place of origin, and life, and focuses on the incident of sacrificing his life to save others. The epitaph also says at the end: “He is willing to do good things and help his neighbors, and his reputation is particularly good... He sacrificed his life for righteousness, and his emotions moved the heavens, the rolling Yangtze River, and the tragic song.

"Oh, my benevolence and righteousness will live in my hometown. I will never forget my life-saving grace." The inscription is "Yangzhou Lin Xiu Weeping Compilation".

Touching the cold stone tablet, Hu Lide and Qi Dagui stood in awe in Mantun.

Touching the cold stone and looking at the epitaph, Yang An shed tears.

White candles and incense were lit in front of the tombstone. Yang An took out the sesame candy wrapped in straw paper from his pocket and placed it respectfully in front of the tombstone. Yang An knelt in front of the tombstone, with tears on his face, and offered it to the fire.

paper money.

Hu Lide and three others were also half-kneeling on both sides, handing out paper money together.

Yang An slowly put paper money into the fire, remembering his father doing carpentry work when he was a child. He himself enjoyed the fragrance of leaf planing, cutting and planing leaves along the wood grain with scissors, or holding his father's sharpener.

A good little chisel is drilling holes in the wood... Nowadays, the world is separated from the world, and this ordinary and quiet life has turned into a dusty memory.

Thinking of his wonderful childhood, Yang An couldn't help himself, and even cried and shouted: "Dad, I came to see you, are you okay over there?"

Sadness is contagious. Hu Lide recalled the content on the epitaph and knew that Yang An's father sacrificed his life for a stranger. The loss of life was so tragic! Hearing Yang An's sad cry, the three adults couldn't help but feel sad.

Come and shed tears.

A burst of crying, the sadness that had been suppressed for six years was vented, and the crying turned into sobs. Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yang An's mind: "Who killed my father? I must take revenge!"
Chapter completed!