The next day, Mo Jingchun got up very late. If he hadn't had to make milk for his sister Candy, Mo Jingchun thought he could sleep until noon.

Probably all those who are physically tired would not want to move and sleep until noon if they could.

Mo Jingchun leaned on the bed, watching the gadget on his body happily drinking milk from his grandmother. Mo Jingchun reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.

While I was drinking grandma's candy, I felt her warm hands. I hesitated for a moment and handed the bottle with grandma still in it to Mo Jingchun, hoping that Mo Jingchun would take a sip too.

"Haha, no need, brother doesn't drink what children drink."

Without any hesitation, Candy quickly stuffed the pacifier into his mouth again.

A few minutes later, Mo Jingchun looked at the nipple of Grandma's milk bottle after drinking the candy, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

It’s time to change the pacifier again. Candy has chewed many holes in the pacifier. How many pacifiers is this? I can’t even remember.

The big one and the small one leaned on each other quietly, no one disturbed them, and they enjoyed the morning quietly.

In the afternoon, Mo Jingchun carried his sister's candy on his back, a bamboo vegetable basket, a hoe, locked the door, and went to the back mountain.

In the light yellow vegetable basket, there were a lot of yellow paper, a small firework, and a stick of incense, but nothing else.

Some people say that burning paper is superstitious and has no meaning at all, and it is even less likely that the dead will receive it.

But only everyone who burns paper as a sacrifice to their dead relatives understands in their hearts that it is not superstition at all, but the only time when adults can be children.

If you have any grievances, any expectations, and any future plans, at this time, you can speak out freely and release the inner feelings that have been suppressed for a long time.

Although it is already winter and the path is already covered with a thick layer of leaves, when you walk into the mountains, you will find that there are not only bare trees on the mountains in winter, but also many evergreen trees and flowers.

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Those orchids that can be seen everywhere always look the same no matter when they come. In spring, some orchids will bloom and emit bursts of fragrance.

The mountain is still the same mountain, the land is still the same piece of land, and the grave is still the same grave.

The difference is that there is a lot of withered grave grass on the grave, and the grave ditch is filled with sand from the rain.

If no one takes care of it, it will be like this. If more than ten years pass after it is cut off, only people passing by the mountain will know that there is a grave here.

Mo Jingchun looked at the scene in front of him, immediately put down the vegetable basket in his hand, and began to clean the soil in the grave ditch.

After clearing all the soil from the grave ditch and placing it on the grave, Mo Jingchun put down the hoe, put down the little guy on his back, and held him in his arms.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers echoed in the empty mountains. Mo Jingchun hugged his sister's candy, knelt on the ground, burned paper, and kept mumbling.

"Dad, Mom, I brought candy to see you."

“Time flies so fast, and it’s the end of the year in a blink of an eye.”

"Dad, Mom, you see, I take good care of my sister, and she is also very well-behaved."

"You don't have to worry about my sister and me anymore. My son can now make money and be able to support my sister."

"Hey, your son is really capable. He can earn enough money to help the country. One cooperation can earn 660,000 yuan."

"In order to give my sister a better life, I opened a company not long ago, but I just don't know if it will go bankrupt."

"I know what you are worried about, don't worry, really. Even if the company goes bankrupt, I have the ability to start a new company again. If it doesn't work once, then twice, if it doesn't work twice, then three times. There will always be a time when it can succeed."

"In two months, my sister will be one year old. According to the custom of the family, it is necessary to have a baby. Although you are no longer around, everyone else has it. How can I, as an elder brother, let my sister miss out?

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"Dad, Mom, what do you think my sister will catch first? If it's a pine tree, that would be great. My sister can grow up strong like a pine tree."

"In more than ten days, it will be the Chinese New Year. You are all gone this year, and I don't know if the uncle, second uncle, and their family will be the same as before. The three families will celebrate the New Year together. I will ask the uncle in a few days.

If not, I still have my sister to accompany me to have New Year’s Eve dinner, right?”

As he spoke, Mo Jingchun choked up and cried.

The little guy felt Mo Jingchun's sadness and looked at Mo Jingchun with a pair of big eyes.

"No, I'm not crying. My sister Candy is just a little crybaby."

The ashes of burned yellow paper continue to fly into the sky in the breeze, and they will eventually return to the earth without knowing where they are going.

"Oh, by the way, I bought an air conditioner yesterday and spent more than 5,000 yuan. You won't blame me. Dad, you definitely won't. Mom, you will definitely accuse me of spending money indiscriminately."

"Mom, money is something you don't take with you in life or death. If you have it, spend more. If you don't have it, save it. Your son still has some money in his hand, so he doesn't hesitate to buy an air conditioner.

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"What? Keep the money to marry a wife?"

"I'm not even thirty yet, don't be in a hurry."

Saying he was tired, Mo Jingchun sat on the grass holding his sister Candy and looked into the distance.

Mo Jingchun sat on the ground for more than an hour without saying or doing anything. He just sat quietly holding his sister Candy.

"Dad, Mom, I will come back every year to celebrate the New Year. This is my promise to you. I will keep my word."

"My sister Candy and I are going back first. We'll see you again in a while."

After tying his sister's candy to his back and carrying it on his back, Mo Jingchun carried the vegetable basket in one hand and a hoe in the other and walked down the mountain without looking back.

Back home, Mo Jingchun let his sister Guangdong play with toys alone in the stroller. Mo Jingchun was unpacking the dishes sent by the neighbors and classifying them one by one, especially the pickles sent by each family. Mo Jingchun

All poured into a porcelain basin.

"Xiaochun, you're back."

"Eh?" Mo Jingchun ran out and saw that it was Uncle Zhang who was carrying a tree that had been dead for who knows how long.

"It's Uncle Zhang. I haven't been back long. Come sit down for a while and have a drink of hot water." Mo Jingchun said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Jiaming wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned the firewood on the pool, and sat on a stool in the yard.

"Zhang Shu, the water is here."

Zhang Jiaming blew into the steaming tea cup and asked Mo Jingchun: "Where is your sister? Is she still sleeping?"

"No, just playing in the stroller in the kitchen."

With that said, Mo Jingchun turned back to the kitchen and took out his sister who was playing in the stroller.

"Hey, both of them said they couldn't raise her well, but I didn't expect you to raise your sister very well."

"Look at those white and tender eyes, and those eyes are exactly the same as those of your father."

Mo Jingchun smiled and replied: "The main thing is that my sister is good and easy to take care of."
Chapter completed!