Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 73, visiting the grave

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong laughed: "As sharp as a dog's nose! Just wait!"

After saying that, he opened the cabinet and took out the contents: "Mai, let's eat first. No one can tell me when we go out later!"

Mai blinked as she looked at something.

He asked with an exaggerated expression: "Brother, were you cooking in the house just now? Where did these buns come from? Are you cooking so fast?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong did not answer him.

A lie requires countless lies to make up for it, and the biggest difference between what really happened and lies is.

You remember the truth, but you will forget the lies after a long time.

Especially when there are a lot of lies.

He could only say to her: "Don't worry about where it comes from. Whether you eat it or not, if you eat it, don't tell anyone when you go out. Otherwise, if I get food in the future, I will eat it myself and not give it to you."

But in his heart, he was thinking that the little guy had remembered things now.

In the future, you still have to be careful when making things out of thin air, otherwise the explanation will not be clear.

"Eat! Eat! I won't tell you."

I agreed and hurried over to eat meat buns.

Opening the lunch box, there was a box of noodles, vegetables, eggs, and a large piece of braised meat.

"Don't worry! Are the buns still warm?"

The noodles were still steaming, but the buns were unknown.

But it’s just been a while, so it shouldn’t be cold.

"Oh~~Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The little guy devoured the food and spoke to him inarticulately.

After hearing what she said, Wang Qingsong felt relieved and watched her eating with a smile.

I only took 4 buns, not too many.

"Brother, have you eaten?"

The little guy asked while eating.

"Already eaten! You can eat."

After getting the answer, the little guy became faster.

It’s still a pleasure to eat this big meat!

Soft and chewy, it melts in your mouth.

Just these things, the little girl slurped a mouthful of steamed buns, a mouthful of soup, a mouthful of noodles, and a mouthful of meat, and they were all consumed in a short time.

"Hiccup~~"

After all the noodle soup went into his stomach, the little guy regained his composure and smiled: "Brother, it's so delicious! What should we do during the Chinese New Year after eating this?"

"It's okay, we have something to eat during the Chinese New Year."

After saying that, he took the lunch box, rinsed it with water, and poured the dirty water on the ground outside.

In fact, there is nothing left.

The little guy drank all the soup without leaving any noodle residue inside.

After finishing it, Wang Qingsong told her: "Remember! No one can say anything when you go out. Did you hear it? Otherwise, there will be nothing to eat in the future."

The little guy is still young.

He said it didn't make sense, so he could only scare her into remembering it.

Nothing scares children these days more than not being able to eat.

Xiaomai nodded seriously: "I know, brother, don't tell anyone."

He hesitated and asked, "What about Auntie and Sister Xiaozao?"

"I can't say it. I'm talking about anyone. Grandpa and second brother can't say it even if they come. Did they hear it?"

Seeing his serious expression, Xiaomai thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly: "Oh, I know, brother."

Wang Qingsong nodded slightly when he saw this.

Then he looked outside and said, "Let's go and visit my mother's grave."

He blew out the candles, locked the door, took the oil umbrella from Xiao Zao's family, and then walked out of the village.

The place is not very far, it only takes less than 20 minutes to walk to the place.

After coming out, the two stepped on the snow and walked outside.

Everywhere you look is covered in white snow, and there are scattered corn stalks standing in the farmland, with piles of snow on them.

In fact, it is very warm inside the pile of corn stalks.

Along the field ridge, the two came to a pile of graves. Most of the graves in the village were here. After walking inside for a while, I came to two graves next to each other.

There are no tombstones, just two bare graves.

Both graves look like new graves.

This is because my father wrapped my mother's grave together when he was buried, so it didn't look like an old grave.

However, it is not very clear now that it is covered by snow.

Each of the two tombs has an "official hat" made of earth.

There are scattered firecracker papers around.

Wang Qingsong came to the place, put down his things, found a dry branch, and came to the middle of the two graves.

Draw a circle with branches.

Only then did I begin to unpack the yellow paper.

The paper must be rubbed with paper flowers, otherwise it will not light up and it will be easily extinguished.

Xiaomai blinked, looked around, and then looked at his brother who was busy there.

After rubbing it, he took out a lighter and lit the paper on fire.

The breeze quickly ignited the yellow paper, and smoke rose up, dissipating with the wind.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you. I'll give you some money. Don't be reluctant to spend it there."

Wang Qingsong lowered his head and put down the paper bit by bit while muttering.

The old man said that you have to shout when you burn paper, otherwise they won't know where they are, and they can only hear you when you burn paper.

"Mom, don't worry, Xiaomai and I will be full in the future,"

As he muttered, big tears fell on the snow beside him.

He didn't cry because he was hungry. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.

No one can understand what it feels like to be without parents.

No one beats you, no one scolds you, no one gets anxious when you are sick, and no one asks you to wear thicker clothes when it’s cold.

The support is gone, and the home is gone.

Everything is gone.

He once hoped that even if his parents were paralyzed in bed, they would not die.

At least one thought.

Now it's all gone.

I muttered there for a long time, then added the yellow paper bit by bit, letting the yellow paper burn in the ice and snow.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up the ashes of the burned paper.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong looked around.

He felt as if his parents were watching him from somewhere.

But he knew that everything was impossible.

"Hu~~"

After taking a deep breath and staring at the burning yellow paper for a while, he went over and took apart the firecrackers.

start the fire.

Dumped directly on the grave.

The crackling sound of explosions came, telling the living people that there were still people in this house, and there were still incense.

"Wheat, kowtow and go back!"

Wang Qingsong looked at Xiaomai and said to her.

Xiaomai let out a light ooh, came over and kowtowed three times together.

After doing it, he got up.

Big hands holding small hands, the two stepped on the snow and walked towards home.

……

"Grandpa? Why are you here?"

As soon as I got home, I saw my grandfather and several uncles carrying firewood down from the mule cart.

The old man stopped and smiled: "You don't even have firewood? Isn't this Xue Xiao? I'll give you some!"

Wang Qingsong hesitated when he saw this: "Grandpa, you gave it to me, what do you use it for?"

The old man said nonchalantly: "I told your uncle and the others that the snow will stop tomorrow and we will go to the mountains to get some food back."

(End of this chapter)