Jin Zhengtai took Gu Jingxiu to the street. The vendors setting up stalls in the morning had basically occupied both sides of the narrow street.
All kinds of hawking sounds came and went, making it very lively.
The big iron pot of the old man who was making fried dumplings on the open-air pot was already steaming.
"Jingxiu, let's go and eat fried buns. This one is particularly delicious. It costs ten for one yuan. It's affordable and delicious."
"good."
Gu Jingxiu followed him, sat on the bench of the stall, and each ate a cage of fried buns.
Fill your stomach and get down to business.
Jin Zhengtai took Gu Jingxiu into a paper fire shop.
In the paper fire shop, there are all kinds of memorial objects.
Simulation houses, mountains of gold and silver, gold ingots, paper horses...
Whatever the living people use, the ingenious craftsmen will do.
As soon as they entered, the boss greeted them warmly.
Jin Zhengtai looked around and waved his hand, "Boss, I want all these things in your store."
The owner of the paper fire shop, "..."
"Brother, did the old man pass away?" the boss asked with a smile.
Kim Jung Tae replied, "No, it's the third anniversary of his death."
It seems that it is not accurate to say the death anniversary. Grandma's three-year death anniversary has already passed.
"Oh, are you sure you want so much?" The boss looked at the two young rich men up and down with his little eyes, looking puzzled.
"want."
"Can you deliver? My car can't fit it."
The boss glanced at the car parked on the street and nodded repeatedly, "You can give it away, you can give it away."
Jin Zhengtai looked around and ordered the boss, "Give me another sack of ghost coins."
The owner of the paper fire shop, "..."
I'm afraid this is a fool.
Burning so much paper money, are you not afraid that your ancestors will be robbed underground?
I complained in my heart, business came to my door, and the boss smiled on his face and said, "Oh, okay, okay."
"Brother Jinzi, are you taking too much?"
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"Not much. I think grandma knows that her grandson has a future and will not let her suffer poverty in the underground."
Jin Zhengtai said these words with endless loneliness in his eyes.
He didn't want to admit that all he did was just to give himself psychological comfort.
He wanted to use these colorful so-called "wealths" for his grandma to eliminate his inner guilt and regret.
Jin Zhengtai vacated almost the entire paper fire shop, paid the money, and left the paper fire shop with Gu Jingxiu, planning to return to the village.
"Jingxiu, I forgot to buy firecrackers. Let's go to the store and buy two bunches of firecrackers."
As the two of them walked on the street, Jin Zhengtai always felt as if they were being followed. This was the feeling when they came out of the guest house.
But when I turned around, there were only people coming and going to the market.
He was afraid that Gu Jingxiu would be scared, so he didn't dare to tell her his inner doubts.
It seems that Shuda really attracts the wind, and his car is too conspicuous.
After buying firecrackers, I planned to go back to the village. The car started driving on the bumpy dirt road.
The car bumped along the dirt road. Kim Jung-tai felt extremely regretful and drove home.
I didn’t see much scenery along the way, and I was very tired.
Finally, after jolting for more than half an hour, he pointed to the faintly visible village ahead and said, "Our village is ahead."
Gu Jingxiu was about to fall asleep. She opened her eyes and asked, "Where should we park the car?"
Jin Zhengtai looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar small village ahead. He lowered his eyes and said, "Stop at the end of the village."
"Grandma's grave is in a field below the village. After burning the paper, we will go to see the old house where grandma and I used to live, and then return to the county town in the evening."
"okay."
Gu Jingxiu felt really sad after listening to Jin Zhengtai's words. She obviously had relatives, but Jin Zhengtai
, now he is like an orphan.
The delivery truck from the Paper Fire Shop stopped right behind their car.
"Brother, are the things unloaded here?" the boss asked.
Jin Zhengtai nodded, "Let's unload the goods."
A whole small truckload of paper fire was unloaded and piled up into a mountain at the fork in the village.
Jin Zhengtai asked Gu Jingxiu to watch while he moved things along the path to the tomb.
Gu Jingxiu squatted beside the paper fire and watched Jin Zhengtai holding the paper fire as he walked down the narrow path.
At this time, a villager carrying a shovel came over and came back from the fields. He saw a strange girl squatting at the end of the village and a pile of paper fire. The villager asked, "Girl, are you visiting relatives?"
Gu Jingxiu saw a stranger and nodded politely, "Yes."
"I haven't heard of anyone's death anniversary."
No one died in the village either.
Gu Jingxiu nodded politely to the other party, then withdrew his gaze and stopped talking to the other party.
The villager carried the shovel, looked at her suspiciously, and left.
Jin Zhengtai moved three times. On the last trip, he carried a sack of paper money, and Gu Jingxiu took two wreaths, and together they went down the path and entered the cemetery.
The grass on the grave was growing very tall, and the graveyard was deserted. It seemed that no one had ever been there, let alone taken care of it.
Jin Zhengtai buried his head and pulled up weeds as tall as himself with his bare hands.
Visiting a grave is already a heavy task, but at this moment, at this desolate grave, Gu Jingxiu felt even heavier and distressed as he watched Jin Zhengtai lower his head and pull weeds.
I feel sorry for my grandma who passed away, and I feel even more sorry for Kim Jung-tai.
She walked over and pulled weeds behind him.
Jin Zhengtai stopped her, "Jingxiu, don't move. I'll do it myself. These grasses are too sharp and will prick your hands."
"Go and separate the sack of paper money, otherwise it won't be easy to burn."
Paper money is bundled in bundles and is difficult to burn completely unless it is divided into pieces.
"good."
Gu Jingxiu responded obediently, and then squatted beside the sack, handing out the paper money.
Jin Zhengtai pulled the grass and pulled it out. He finally couldn't restrain his sadness and cried softly.
"Grandma, I'm sorry that it took me so long to come see you."
"You told me at that time that when you are no longer here, I will be the only one left in this world. You told me to live very hard and not to worry you."
"Grandma, I did it. I lived my own life, became a boss, and even married a wife."
He looked at Gu Jingxiu and said to himself, "Look, her name is Gu Jingxiu, isn't she beautiful? I brought her to see you."
"Grandma, I'm sorry. I've really missed you in the past three years, but I've been running away from you in my heart. I don't want to come back here, so I've been putting off coming back."
"sorry."
Jin Zhengtai's voice was choked with sobs. When he said this, he suddenly pulled out a piece of wild grass as high as himself from the grave, and his mood completely collapsed.
He cursed in a low voice, "Is that person dead? I don't even know how to pull weeds for you!"
Gu Jingxiu was startled by Jin Zhengtai's sudden outburst of emotion.
She hurried over and saw that Jin Zhengtai's palm had been cut by weeds.
"Brother Jinzi, your hand is injured."
She quickly took out a handkerchief from her pocket and stopped his bleeding.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Jin Zhengtai smiled at her and said, "Come on, let's burn paper."
Jin Zhengtai set off a firecracker, and then he and Gu Jingxiu knelt in front of the grave and lit a paper fire as high as the hill.
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in the village.
A young man with his trousers rolled up ran into a messy yard in a hurry.
"Uncle Jin, go and have a look, there is smoke coming from your grave!"
After finishing speaking, the young man corrected himself, "No, it's on fire and it's smoking!"