Su Mingkang was waving a large bamboo broom to clean up the fallen leaves in the Su family's small courtyard that had been deserted for a long time.
Since reuniting with Fang Wenxuan, he will stay in Kyoto most of the year.
Only on the death anniversaries and birthdays of the two elders, as well as Qingming Festival and Lantern Festival, he would come back early to clean the house and stay for a week.
By chance, except for Su Xinglan, who ascended to the immortal world, the other three brothers of the Su family were able to meet up.
Let's have a potluck together, drink a glass of wine, and chat for half the night.
Talk about the past, talk about the present, and talk about the future.
There are endless past events and endless emotions.
After the laughter, most of them end up in tears, and they become drunk and unconscious.
The past is the past that can never be returned to.
After the second elder passed away, he settled in Kyoto.
In the blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed.
Counting the days, the last time he saw his precious son Suning was three years ago.
He suddenly returned home from the fairy world and left in a hurry without even saying hello.
As for the third brother Su Xinglan, I haven't seen him for six years.
Su Mingkang really missed them and dreamed of family reunion.
Especially his granddaughter Su Zhiyuan, it made his heart melt.
"Swish, swish, swish."
The dead leaves were flying, and they were piled neatly in the corner of the courtyard wall.
Tomorrow is Grandma Suning's birthday. Every year at this time, he would burn paper on the graves of the two old people, pull out the weeds around them, and chat with them.
Talk about his life in Kyoto, some unknown grievances and secrets in his heart.
Of course, more importantly, he was helping Suning and Su Xinglan explain why these two unworthy descendants of the old Su family did not come back to visit them.
"Mingkang, I'm back to visit the grave again."
A passing villager stopped for a moment, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, and said enthusiastically: "Would you like to go to my place for a meal at noon?"
"I'll ask my mother-in-law to cook some more dishes, and we two brothers can have some drinks?"
Su Mingkang hurriedly dropped the bamboo broom in his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over: "I won't disturb Brother Jun. I had dinner at your house when I came back in the twelfth lunar month last year. How can I bother you every time?"
"Crack."
When handing over the cigarette, he didn't forget to light it up.
"Hey, Greater China?"
The villager who was called "Brother Jun" by Su Mingkang took a deep puff, held the cigarette butt and turned it back and forth and said: "Good cigarettes, this is a pack of 40 to 51, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, after all, your Ningzi is promising and has made a name for himself in the big city."
"Unlike that brat from my family who is in his thirties, he is still single and reaches out to me asking for money all day long."
"Hey, comparing people to each other is so annoying. Tell me, why am I not as lucky as you?"
There was a hint of envy in his words. He put down his hoe and walked into the yard. He took a few casual glances and asked curiously: "You came back alone?"
Su Mingkang nodded and responded with a smile: "They are all busy, but I am the most idle at home."
Brother Jun walked to the well and squatted down, blowing smoke from his mouth and saying: "It's good to be busy. Only when you are busy can you make money."
"By the way, Mingkang, your family..."
"What is your daughter's name?"
Scratching his scalp, he frowned and said, "You have a daughter, right?"
Su Mingkang replied: "Yes, the girl's name is Tong Yuan."
Brother Jun slapped his forehead, suddenly stood up and said: "Yes, yes, Tongyuan girl, you have been growing pretty since you were a child."
"Mingkang, when we had dinner at my house last year, I seemed to have heard you say that Tong Yuan was also single?"
Su Mingkang, who didn't understand what he was talking about, wiped off the sand and mud that had gotten on his clothes from nowhere, and said with a sad look on his face: "Yes, he is the same age as your brat, born in a year."
"I remember that year our two families gave each other red eggs, and you even fell down on the road."
Brother Jun became energetic and said with lively eyes: "It's good to be of the same age. Marriage is linked by a thin thread at the same age, and our hands are connected from old age to old age."
"A match made in heaven, a first-class marriage that is hard to find."
