Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 394 Back to Hometown
The family finished breakfast and planned to set off.

Naturally, Lin Qiong didn't want to go. The Song family sweeping the grave was none of her business, so she went out to play cards with friends before even finishing breakfast.

The whole family was sitting in the car, He Yuxiu called Song Shiwen, and wanted to take him back to his hometown to visit the grave.

But Song Shiwen couldn't get through to the phone all the time, which made He Yuxiu so angry, "I don't know what the brat was doing last night, the phone can't get through all the time."

"What can you do, drink too much with his gang of cronies." Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes, "Don't call him, call him too lazy to quarrel, and let him go back to his hometown to visit Dad's grave some other day."

"Tomb-sweeping is of course a family together." Wei Changkong disagreed, but he called Song Shiwen a few times but didn't answer.

Wei Xuan originally wanted to check the location of Song Shiwen's mobile phone, but it would take a lot of time. In addition to the traffic jam on the road, it may be a problem whether he can arrive today, so in the end everyone agreed to ignore Song Shiwen for the time being.

Wei Xuan drove first. He drove relatively fast, but very steadily. Because it was the first day of the new year, those who wanted to go back to their hometown usually returned early, so the road was smooth and there was no traffic jam at all.

It takes about four hours to drive from Rongcheng to Song Zhiwei's hometown, Lu County, but because the road is smooth, Wei Xuan only takes a little over three hours to reach Lu County.

However, compared to the desolation in the city, the county town, especially the countryside, is really crowded, and the roads are crowded with pedestrians and motor vehicles. Such frequent braking made Song Zhiwei a little sick, and she quickly rolled down the window.

"Hey, isn't that Zhiwei?" As soon as the window was rolled down, a woman's voice yelled, "Zhiwei, are you back? Where's your mother?"

Song Zhiwei took a closer look and recognized the middle-aged woman waving at her as the aunt next door. She also smiled and waved, "Hello, Aunt Li, my mother is also in the car."

Because the town is only so big, people who have lived here all year round know each other, and for a while, many elderly people came to say hello to He Yuxiu and Song Zhiwei.

Seeing the neighbors in the neighborhood, He Yuxiu was very happy. If she hadn't been unable to use her legs, she would have gotten out of the car to chat with them.

The people in my hometown were very enthusiastic and invited them to have dinner at their home one after another.

Song Zhiwei politely declined: "Thank you, uncles and aunts, but we still have to rush to visit my father's grave, and we will visit you again when we have a chance."

"Okay, okay, didn't your wedding be postponed last time, and we will go next time." The folks said cheerfully.

In order for them to pass through the market smoothly, the enthusiastic neighbors took the initiative to help them yell at the people in front to get out of the way, and squeezed out a lane.

After the busiest market was opened, Wei Changkong said with a smile: "As expected, people from my hometown are the most enthusiastic everywhere."

"Yes, speaking of it, I have lived here with Zhiwei and Shiwen for more than [-] years, and I have received a lot of favor from them." He Yuxiu suddenly said with emotion, "Over the years, this small village has become a town, and everything is here. It has changed, only people’s hearts have not changed.”

Song Zhiwei was not as grateful as He Yuxiu, because objectively speaking, although their family did receive some care occasionally, she couldn't bear the look of charity every time, and because she was a girl without a father, she lived in a village and town. One can imagine her status. After she was admitted to university, many aunts and six wives came to her door to persuade her mother not to let her go to university, but to marry early, so Song Zhiwei's feelings for her old family were the same.

Song Hechuan's tomb is buried behind a hillside, and cars can't drive in, so he can only walk.

Fortunately, it didn't rain during this time, and the dirt road was dry, otherwise it would be a mud pit if you stepped on it.

Wei Xuan carried He Yuxiu on his back because of her inconvenient legs and feet.

Wei Changkong walked in the front carrying a large bag of joss paper money, turning his head from time to time to remind Song Zhiwei to be careful.

Only Xiaohua was the happiest, bouncing around pulling grass for a while, and running to the pond in front to watch the ducks swimming.

Song Zhiwei suddenly felt a little funny, last year she came to sweep her father's grave by herself, but this year she brought children here, it's really unpredictable.

The uphill road was not easy, Wei Xuan carried He Yuxiu on his back, and held Song Zhiwei with one hand to prevent her from falling.

When we arrived at the cemetery, the photo on Song Hechuan's tombstone had been weathered, and we couldn't see what he looked like in the photo, and the grave was covered with weeds.

Wei Changkong was the most emotional one, because this was the first time he came to pay homage to his former life-and-death friend.

"Brother, brother, I came to see you. It has been so many years since I came to see you. I hope you won't be angry." Touching the low tombstone, Wei Changkong's eyes were red, and he chatted to Song Hechuan " ".

Because they are also soldiers, Wei Xuan understands the friendship between Wei Changkong and Song Hechuan better than Song Zhiwei.

Facing his father-in-law's grave, Wei Xuan took the initiative to bow.

Seeing Wei Xuan's bowing posture, Song Zhiwei, who was in a good mood, suddenly felt a sore nose.

Thinking that her father has been gone for 22 years, it has been such a long time in a flash.

In my memory, the man who loved to pierce her with his beard and sit with her on his shoulders had been away from her for 22 years.

She walked over and said to the photo that she couldn't see clearly: "Dad, he is Wei Xuan, your son-in-law, and we are about to have a child of our own. You know me well, so you can rest assured of me."

Silently holding Song Zhiwei's hand, Wei Xuan wiped the corners of her eyes distressedly.

He Yuxiu sat on the side tearing up paper money and muttering: "Old man, the eldest daughter married a good family, now you can rest assured, although the youngest son has not yet married and established a business, but he is much more sensible, although he did not come to you today Sweeping the grave, but he will come to see you in two days, so don't give him dreams."

In order to dilute the sad atmosphere, Wei Xuan said: "Dad, I see a lot of weeds growing on my father-in-law's grave, I will go and clear it."

"Go." Wei Changkong nodded. He stroked the tombstone and said, "Zhiwei, your dad's tombstone is too small. Change it to a bigger one and engrave Wei Xuan's name on it."

"Okay." Song Zhiwei took a deep breath, she didn't want her father to "see" her sad, so she went to help her mother tear up the paper money.

Xiao Hua also squatted down to help, seeing her agile appearance, He Yuxiu couldn't help asking: "Xiao Hua, can you tear up paper money?"

Xiaohua nodded, "Every year my aunt will take me to burn paper money for my mother."

He Yuxiu sighed, "You are also a poor child."

Three women, two big, one small, and three women were responsible for tearing up the paper money, Wei Xuan removed the weeds from the grave, and Wei Changkong lit the scented wax and stuck it on the grave.

(End of this chapter)