Lin Wanwan did not go directly to Huiping Village. Instead, she took a taxi to a tobacco and alcohol store and bought two pieces of Chinese cigarettes and two bottles of Maotai liquor. Then she went to a longevity store and bought paper flowers, ghost coins, incense and three-dimensional paper.

house.

After preparing these, Lin Wanwan took a taxi to Huiping Village, Book 8.

She made an appointment with Wu, the head of Huiping Village, at eight o'clock. When she was in the online car-hailing service, she received an urging call from the head of Wu, Huiping Village.

"Master, please hurry up, thank you." Lin Wanwan said to the driver in the front seat.

"It's very close. Just press the accelerator and you'll be there." the online ride-hailing master replied.

The truth was exactly as he said, less than two minutes after making the call, the car arrived at its destination.

Lin Wanwan was carrying big bags in both her left and right hands. Village Chief Wu was standing in his yard smoking. When he saw Lin Wanwan on the village road in front, he waved: "Let's go. The cemetery is to the north. I will take you there."

"Okay, thank you, please excuse me." Lin Wanwan came forward with her things and put the cigarettes and wine on the wall.

Village Chief Wu glanced at it: "What is this for? Take it away quickly."

Lin Wanwan said: "It's just cigarettes and alcohol. Village Chief Wu is so polite. I have troubled you so much."

Village Chief Wu's wife also walked out of the house at this time. She glanced at the plastic bags containing tobacco and alcohol against the wall in the yard. The bright red shell of Huazi was so conspicuous that she could see it at a glance.

He immediately said to Lin Wanwan with a smile like spring flowers: "Oh, look at how big the girls of the Gong family have become. They are really from a big city, and their temperaments are different. I will come here for lunch before leaving. Oh, you

Why are you so polite? Take it away and give it to your eldest and second uncles to eat."

"Hello, aunt." Lin Wanwan nodded in greeting, not taking the other person's polite words seriously, "I'm going to go ahead."

After saying that, Lin Wanwan followed Village Chief Wu to the country road next to their home.

"It's faster to take the small road here, let's go!"

"OK."

After the two people disappeared into the yard, Village Chief Wu's wife quickly stepped forward, picked up the plastic bag and entered the house. When she opened it, she found two bottles of Maotai and two soft Chinese bags lying quietly inside.

"Hey, this little girl is so generous. She really wants to give her parents a try."

There is no need to say something too clear. Just to open the door of the cemetery, Lin Wanwan naturally cannot need to give away cigarettes and alcohol worth about 5,000 yuan. This is something else.

China is an emotional society. If you don’t spend money and follow strict procedures, you won’t be able to get something done in three to five years. But if you spend money, you might be able to get it done in three to five minutes.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Village Chief Wu took out the key and opened the big lock on the door, holding the flue in his mouth: "Your parents are in the middle row. You can find the specific grid by yourself. Be careful when burning things.

You can take the broken pot and use it."

Lin Wanwan nodded and said, "Thank you, sorry to trouble you."

Lin Wanwan suddenly felt timid when she was about to see her parents' remains and portraits.

She took a deep breath before carrying the sacrificial supplies into the house.

The room was a little dark, with sunlight shining in through the narrow window and floating in the air.

The dust in the room danced lightly under the golden sunlight, like gold foil.

Lin Wanwan walked to the middle row of wooden grids filled with urns and portraits, and slowly scanned the names on these portraits.

Soon, her eyes were attracted by a portrait. This was a face that was eighty-nine times similar to hers.

Looking at the photo, Lin Wanwan would even have the illusion that she was looking in the mirror. This must be her mother, without even looking at her name.

The only difference between the two is that Lin Qingqian was born with a classic hanging nose, while Lin Wanwan was born with a more modern pointed nose.

It turns out that I look so much like my mother, no wonder they all recognized me at first sight.

Lin Wanwan stood in front of the wooden grid with two urns and two portraits side by side, staring straight at the portrait. She had a thousand words in her heart, but she didn't know where to start.

Those dusty childhood memories gradually opened up along with the portraits, and her parents' voices and smiles gradually became clear in her mind. Many places that were hazy before finally became clear to her.

After standing for a while, Lin Wanwan knelt down, lit some incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and placed it on the ground. Then she knelt down and bowed four times to the urn and portrait of her parents.

She said nothing, not even an inner monologue.

At this moment, she just wanted to quietly look at the portraits of her parents, engrav them deeply in her mind, and never forget them again.

When the incense was almost burning, Lin Wanwan came to her senses, walked to the door, moved the tattered rusty pot over, took out the paper flowers, paper money and paper house she bought, opened the gift lighter and started to burn it.

Lin Wanwan didn't know if her relatives under the Nine Springs would receive the paper money she burned and the mini villa made of paper and bamboo poles. She just wanted to burn more for her parents. After all, this was the first time she had come to pay homage to them in so many years.

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I don’t know how much time passed, but Village Chief Wu’s voice rang outside again: “Little girl, are you okay? Just burn the paper money and that’s it.”

Lin Wanwan said "Hmm" in a hoarse voice, and threw the remaining parts of the three incense sticks into the firelight, watching them gradually burn to ashes, and eventually even the sparks were no longer visible.

Her parents' ashes are placed in a small cubicle in the middle of the wooden shelf. There are no photos inlaid on the two urns. Compared with the carved solid wood urns on the left and right with photos inlaid, they look very desolate.

,cheap and sad.

Her grandparents never brought her here to worship her, and their dislike for the Gong family was obvious. From marriage to enmity, the two families were separated by the lives of two relatives who died in vain.

Instead of comforting each other, the two families who lost their loved ones resented each other.

"Are you ready?" After a while, Village Chief Wu began to urge.

Lin Wanwan took one last deep look at the portraits of her parents before turning around and walking out of the cemetery room.

"Village Chief Wu, I want to bury my parents' ashes underground, is that okay? Just buy one in the cemetery over here."

The dark-skinned middle-aged village chief picked up the key and the big lock, and began to lock the door of the cemetery. With a cigarette in his mouth, his voice was inevitably a little vague: "Well, it's okay, it's okay..."

At this moment, a large number of people came from the other side of the field, noisily interrupting Village Chief Wu's next words.

The people who came were a bunch of people from the Gong family, including an old man and an old lady from the Gong family who were over eighty years old, their two sons, their wives, their grandchildren, and a few people Lin Wanwan had never seen before, who were probably neighbors watching the fun.

She is also the seventh aunt and eighth aunt of the Gong family.

Lin Wanwan found the village chief's house empty-handed yesterday. There were several women chatting in the village chief's yard at that time, so it was impossible to hide anything.


Chapter completed!