The village is very quiet. Occasionally, a few women walk by and look at us in surprise. It seems that there are very few strangers coming and going in this village.
When you come to the village, you can't help but visit Lao Tu and Liu Xing's home.
Their two families are next to each other, and there is a peach tree at each door. At this moment, the leaves have fallen off, leaving only bare branches.
Laotu and Liu Xing grew up here when they were children.
We entered the old-fashioned house first. The old-fashioned parents poured water for us, watched our seats, and secretly turned their backs to wipe our tears. It made us feel even sadder. Liu Xing’s parents also came after hearing the news and talked for a while.
Silent again.[
Everyone in the room had their heads lowered, their eyes were red, and they were sobbing from time to time. Li Sijia suppressed the sadness in her heart, held her old-fashioned mother's hand, and spoke quietly.
Laotu's parents were already familiar with Li Sijia. When Laotu was hospitalized, Li Sijia stayed by the bedside and never left her, which moved the old couple. At that time, they had identified this daughter-in-law, but now they are separated from each other.
The reason why Laotu left was because I took Li Sijia to Mengshan to see the Giant Buddha. If it hadn’t been for that incident, Laotu would not have beaten Agou to death with one punch...
The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I usually shed a lot of tears, but now they couldn't stop flowing. The pain in my heart couldn't be increased. I suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of my two elders, and said in tears: "Dad, Mom, I will be yours from now on."
son……"
My old-fashioned father tremblingly helped me up and said with sobs: "Son, don't feel pressured. This is my fate. No one can blame me..."
As soon as I knelt down, the long-suppressed atmosphere in the room finally broke out. Li Sijia, Chu Tingting, and Song Ying also knelt down and cried, "We are also the daughters of your second elder..."
Our old-fashioned parents hugged us together and cried together.
On the earthy yellow wall of the old home, there are old black and white photos hanging, so ugly, but so charming.
The old-fashioned grave is on the hill behind the village. After dinner, we went to the grave to sweep it together.
We burned the paper money we brought, and then set off a whip. The green smoke curled up and wet everyone's eyes again.
The grave is a new grave, the soil is new soil, and the person is the old person.
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The fifth update, there will be no more updates since there is an exam this afternoon.
After three and a half days of class, I was all in the classroom writing novels without listening to any of the content.
I can only use today’s noon time to memorize the key points.