Hearing someone asking him, the outsider was startled for a moment, then his eyes were slightly red, his mouth was slightly opened, and he asked: "I want to know where Mr. and Mrs. Zhangren are now. I just went to the old address of their home and found that they have already

It’s been abandoned for a long time!”

"Hey, uncle, judging from your accent, you should not be from our side. If you asked about Uncle Zhangren and Auntie, they have been dead for a long time." The young man replied.

Suddenly the outsider's body froze, and he immediately grabbed the young man's arms with both hands and asked anxiously: "How could it be? When I left, they were all in good health, why did they leave suddenly?"

This man had a look of disbelief on his face, obviously unable to accept the news at all.

"Uncle, uncle, don't get excited, I'm telling you!" The young man quickly asked the outsider to calm down.

"Back then, Uncle Zhangren's son, Brother Zhangping, was the number one scholar in our Jiuping Township. He also married a beautiful girl. His life was prosperous at that time, but there were unforeseen circumstances. Ten years ago, the Holy Ancestor was deceived.

After launching a black armband movement, Brother Zhangping was labeled as a leftist and sentenced to a labor camp in the countryside. I don’t know where he is now.”

"Uncle Akira Ren and the others were hit hard because of Brother Chang Ping's incident, and they fell ill all of a sudden. However, the house leaked and it rained all night. This guy is so unlucky that even drinking water can fill the space between his teeth."

"Originally, there was a grandson in the family. No matter how sad the uncle was, they had to hold on. But soon, a scandal broke out. It was Brother Zhangping's child who was not his biological child!"

At this point, the young man's voice suddenly dropped. After all, this matter was not a glorious matter.

"Then what?" The outsider's voice trembled slightly.

"Do you know how this news came out? It was from Brother Zhangping's wife. She exposed the news to herself in order to divorce Brother Zhangping. To be honest, I really didn't expect this woman to be such a person.

, If a county leader hadn’t come to protect her later, we would have been paraded through the streets long ago!”

"Anyway, it was that bitch who took that bastard away in the end. Uncle Akira and the others couldn't bear the successive blows, and they died not long after. It was the villagers who buried them!"

"Actually, if it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't be able to accept it. My son doesn't know where he was punished. My daughter-in-law hooked up with someone else before they got married. The child they gave birth to is not their biological grandson. It's simply a nightmare.

!”

"Well, uncle and his family are having a hard time anyway. The most hateful thing is that bitch. She has been eating and drinking at Brother Zhangping's house for so many years. When Brother Zhangping was in the most difficult time, she actually chose to leave, or she ruined everything and left.

How could we, Jiuping Township, give birth to such beasts?"

The more the young man talked, the more angry he became, as if something like this had happened to him.

The foreigner who had held his arm tightly before was stunned on the spot, as if he was at a loss and didn't know where to place his hands.

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Zhangren buried? Can you take me to pay my respects? Because I am a relative of their family, and because they are far away, I have never had time to come over. I never thought that this time I would have such a result!

"Every word and every sentence spoken by this foreigner was extremely difficult.

It felt like there were thousands of knives cutting into my throat.

"That's it, uncle, come with me!" the young man said quickly.

He had no doubts. After all, Akira and his wife didn't leave any inheritance. Moreover, they only went to pay homage and didn't say they wanted to do anything else.

Moreover, although the whole country is now being "rehabilitated", who knows when it will be Brother Zhangping's turn, so if he is not really related to the Zhang family, who doesn't know him would be willing to come and become relatives at this time?

"Thanks!"

Foreigners’ voices are hoarse.

The two walked on the mountain road for a long time and finally came to a tomb. There were overgrown weeds in front of the tomb, which made the young man who led the way feel embarrassed.

"Well, it's not that we haven't pruned it, but maybe the rain has been heavy recently, so these weeds have grown faster!"

"I know, can you please take me to buy some paper money and a hoe now? After all, I am here to worship. It is really not allowed and not etiquette to be empty-handed." The outsider said again.

Immediately the two of them went down the mountain again, and half a day later, the outsider came to the cemetery by himself, carrying a hoe, a bag of yellow paper, and wine.

He put the yellow paper and wine aside, then began to swing the hoe, and started to clear up the weeds bit by bit. After an hour, the weeds around the cemetery were completely cleared.

Putting down the hoe, the man picked up the bamboo basket placed aside, took out the yellow paper from it, and silently placed it around the cemetery. Then he took out the buns, some fruits and wine in the basket and placed them in front of the tomb.

By the time all this was done, it was already dark, and everything as far as the eye could see was dark.

During the whole process, the man said nothing and had a dull expression on his face.

After doing all this, he took out a matchbox from his pocket and pushed it away. There was only one match left in the matchbox.

"Ah, oh!"

The man lit the match, and in the dark night, a little light suddenly flickered. The breeze blew, and the fire was swaying, as if it would go out at any time.

The man quickly covered it with his hands to protect this little bit of light, then slowly walked to the yellow paper and ignited it.

Then he followed the same pattern and completely ignited the other three piles of yellow paper.

During this period, the match kept burning, the wooden handle became shorter and shorter, black ash fell to the ground, and the flame burned his thumb, but the man seemed to feel no pain and allowed the flame to burn his thumb.

Wait until all four piles of yellow paper are ignited, then throw the remaining wooden handle into the fire.

The fire was burning brightly, reflecting the man's face red, but in his eyes, there were still dark clouds that were too thick to dissolve.

Then he knelt on the ground and began to kowtow, each blow being heavy and powerful.

After nine ringings, blood was already oozing from his forehead, which was covered with fine gravel.

After kowtowing, he was still kneeling, staring at the two names on the tombstone, lost in thought.

The yellow paper kept burning. Although it was hot, it was still a source of water. Soon, the man's world turned into darkness again, leaving only sporadic firelight in the pile of yellow paper.

In the darkness, the man's body began to tremble slightly, and weak sobs sounded. It seemed that only in the darkness could he be himself freely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"A son is unfilial, a son is unfilial..."

The man didn't say anything else, he just kept repeating these two sentences, his voice choked with sobs. The only thing that responded to him was the night wind and the chirping of insects around him.

The lights at the bottom of the mountain are brightly lit, as if full of expectations for a new life, bright and warm.

The mountain was pitch black, the light of the stars was not enough to illuminate it, and it was desolate and cold.

The man fell asleep, fell asleep in the cemetery, and things that ordinary people avoided were not difficult for him.

Because his relatives are here, the people he is dearest to and most sorry for are here, and only here can he feel the warmth of home.

He curled up, even if he fell asleep, his brows were still furrowed, and tears streaked across the bridge of his nose from time to time, making his beard wet.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back..."

"sorry......"

...

The sun rose again, and the sunlight shone on the man's body, waking him up from his deep sleep. He had not had a good night's sleep in a long time.

"Uncle, why did you fall asleep here? I thought you had gone down the mountain!"

"However, if you dare to sleep here for one night, you are very brave. It's awesome!"

At dawn, the young man from yesterday appeared again. Seeing this man sleeping here all night, I was very impressed. Some people can still sleep in the cemetery. Aren't they afraid of getting into something unclean?

"By the way, I still don't know, uncle, what is your name?"
Chapter completed!