Lao Jiandou carried a bottle of white wine, sat in front of the tomb, poured a glass on the ground, and then filled a glass for himself.
"Brother, it's been fifteen years! I'm so ashamed that I didn't even find your body. I only gave you a burial mound. I guess it's people like me who are being ungrateful!" Lao Jiandou poured himself a drink.
"Back then, I took my young master to beg you, but you didn't mind how poor we were, so you took us in. If it weren't for you, our Bao family would be doomed. A friend in need is a friend indeed! There were so many people in the Bao family back then. My friends, we have given up so much kindness, and when the accident happened in the end, there was no one to even give us hot water. My young master and I were like rats crossing the street, trampled by everyone, and we have seen all the warmth and coldness of human kindness! Poor young master, , I was still a child at that time! Hey! I won’t talk about it.” Lao Jiandou was a little emotional and shed some tears.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, I was also afraid at that time. I really wanted to throw myself into the river. But before I could die, the young master's mother committed suicide first. So, I couldn't die. I couldn't kill this person. Throw the child away, otherwise I will be too embarrassed to see Mr. Bao! He saved my life in vain!"
"Anyway, brother, I'm just sorry for you! In fact, it's better to leave, the world is too miserable!"
After finishing the wine, Lao Jiandou wiped his tears, lit a cigarette and placed it on the tomb. He wiped the ashes on the tomb with a handkerchief. He got up and walked to Lao Bao's tomb in front. Bao Ping had been standing there for a long time.
"This place was chosen well. It's close to my dad and we can take care of each other," Bao Ping said.
"Yes! It's easier to talk to acquaintances," Lao Jiandou agreed, his gray hair fluttering in the wind.
"Has anyone cleaned the area?" Bao Ping asked.
"No, the cemetery has its own management staff," Lao Jiudou replied.
"Use your own people to clean the Qingming Festival. Keep it clean and make it a habit. You and I will be buried here in the future," Bao Ping said calmly.
"Yeah" Old Somersault responded.
Bao Ping knelt down and slowly burned a few pieces of paper money, recalling the events of his childhood.
He was just 11 years old at the time, and found that his father was very anxious during that period. He often lost his temper when he came home, and would hide in the room and dare not answer the phone. Later, he gradually discovered that his father was afraid of the outside world. Although he He is young but very precocious. He knows that for his family, the outside world is like a slaughterhouse. Depending on whether you are the one holding the knife or the one being slaughtered, the role may change one day.
Finally one morning, his father was lying on the bed crazily, hiding under the quilt, not even daring to look at the sunshine outside. The landline phone and mobile phone were ringing crazily, and the car horn was blaring downstairs. His mother had no choice. He had no choice but to hide in Baoping's room and cry. Baoping looked at his mother, then walked to his father's bedside with his bare feet.
"Get up! No matter how scared you are, you have to get up eventually. Maybe it won't be so scary when you go out." 11-year-old Baoping said as he sat on his father's bed.
His father emerged from the quilt, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken in the sockets.
"It's really not scary?" His father may have thought it was interesting that such words came out of little Baoping's mouth, and he actually had a smile on his face.
"It's not scary," Bao Ping said with certainty.
"How long are you going to sit there?" His father pulled the quilt.
"How long are you going to lie down?" Bao Ping asked.
When his father heard this, he seemed to have an epiphany. He held his head and smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, how long do I have to lie down?" He almost shed tears. After a while, his father raised his head and looked at Bao. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't lie down anymore! Get out." He turned over and got up.
After his father went out that time, he never came back. Since then, Baoping's family has been in dire straits. His father's incident has taught him forever that "their world is terrible, and the world is terrible."
The most terrifying thing in the world is the human heart.”