Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 395

The sound of "cracking" firecrackers resounded through the open mountains and fields, which told the deceased that descendants came to worship.

When burning paper money, Song Zhiwei was wearing a mask, because after all there was harmful gas, for the sake of the fetus, she had to wear a mask.

He Yuxiu was standing supported by Wei Xuan with one hand, Xiaohua gave her the paper money on the ground, and she threw it into the fire, as in previous years, while burning the paper, she babbled: "Old man, you have been away for 22 years , both Zhiwei and Shiwen have grown up, Zhiwei is also married and pregnant with a child, their family has come to worship you, you have Zhi in the spring, you must bless them healthy and healthy, especially bless Zhiwei Pregnant with a healthy child, the delivery went smoothly."

Wei Changkong also said, "Brother, our two families are now in-laws, so don't worry, I won't let Zhiwei suffer any grievances."

Wei Xuan assured the father-in-law: "Father-in-law, I will definitely take good care of Zhiwei, please rest assured."

Song Zhiwei burned the paper silently, but she was thinking silently: Dad, I miss you so much.For so many years, I often dreamed of you when I was young, why do I dream of you less and less now?Have you been reincarnated?

If there is reincarnation——

In addition to sweeping the graves of Song Hechuan, the graves of the ancestors of the Song and He families also had to be swept. He Yuxiu was unable to move, and Song Zhiwei was pregnant, so Wei Xuan took their place to light incense and burn paper at a nearby grave. .

Wei Changkong is still "reminiscing" the past with Song Hechuan, "I still remember when you left the army, I said I would come to drink with you, but after so many years, I didn't keep my promise. Today on your grave, we two brothers The drink was drunk."

As he spoke, he spilled the worship wine on the grave, then filled the wine glass with white wine, and drank a glass.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help reminding: "Dad, the liquor is strong, don't drink too much."

Wei Changkong smiled heartily, "Drinking with your father, what is this liquor?"

But he turned his head and "said" to the tombstone: "But my brother's health is not good, I will save this bottle of wine for you to drink slowly. After a hundred years, we brothers will not be drunk forever down here!"

"Mother Zhiwei, do you think there is a soul after death?" Xiao Hua suddenly asked Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, before she could think of an answer, He Yuxiu spoke first: "Of course, people become ghosts when they die. They live in the underworld, and we live in the underworld, so we can't see them. But they will come to 'talk' to us at night, which is commonly known as dreaming."

"But the encyclopedia says that there are no ghosts and gods in the world. Those are feudal superstitions." Xiao Hua blinked and said.

The encyclopedia was naturally given to Xiaohua by Song Zhiwei. Although she was very pleased that Xiaohua could memorize the knowledge on it, it seemed a bit heavy to answer this topic at this time.

"Xiaohua, whether there is a soul in the world depends on our hearts. If we think there is, then there is. If we think there is no, then there is no. Today we come to visit Grandpa He Chuan's grave because he will always 'live' in our hearts. In our hearts, although we can't see him or talk to him, we always have a place for him in our hearts." Song Zhiwei said, "If you ask if there is a soul in this world, for a person, what he loves The person who dies has a soul, because he always remembers the other person. Do you understand?"

Xiaohua was confused. After all, she was too young to understand this kind of philosophical answer, but she still understood a little bit, "The one we love will always live in our hearts."

"Yes." Song Zhiwei rubbed her head and smiled.

Wei Xuan walked back after sweeping all the tombs that should be swept.

It was already past meal time, and Wei Changkong wanted to "talk" to Song Hechuan again, but he was afraid that he would starve Song Zhiwei, so he packed up his things and took his family down the mountain.

As soon as I went down, I met a family member who warmly invited Song's mother and daughter to have dinner at home.

Song Zhiwei couldn't shirk it, thinking that it would be hard to find a place to eat when she went back to the town, so she readily accepted the invitation.

This family is Song Hechuan's distant cousin, and Song Zhiwei should call him cousin.They seem to be a family for five generations, and the blood relationship is a bit far away, but the other party's attitude is still very enthusiastic.

My cousin welcomed Song Zhiwei's family into his newly built two-story building. There was already a table of people eating in the room. Seeing Song Zhiwei and others coming, they all got up and greeted warmly.

He Yuxiu seemed to know everyone and greeted everyone happily.

Song Zhiwei really couldn't call anyone's name. Although there were some familiar faces, she just didn't know how to address them, so when she saw them, she called them uncles and aunts, and Wei Xuan followed her.

Uncle Tang quickly set up a table for Song Zhiwei's family to sit.

Aunt Tang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard that there were guests coming, and hurriedly brought out the cured meat that was reserved for dinner. Fortunately, there were a lot of ingredients prepared, so she started frying hot dishes with the remaining ingredients.

Song Zhiwei originally wanted to tell Uncle Tang not to be so polite, and they can eat whatever they want, but Uncle Tang said that they are rare guests, so they must be treated well, and he also called his youngest son to ride a bicycle to the town to buy some more. Half a roast duck came back.

Such kindness made Song Zhiwei a little embarrassed, after all, she seemed to have no contact with this relative in her impression.

But soon, she knew why.

"Sister-in-law, this is your son-in-law, right? What is he really looking like? He looks so temperamental." Uncle Tang came over with a bottle of wine, smiling and ready to pour wine for Wei Xuan, " Son-in-law, treat this as your own home, where you should eat and drink, so don't be polite."

Song Zhiwei blocked the wine glass for Wei Xuan, and said to the uncle: "Uncle Tang, I'm sorry, Wei Xuan wants to drive, so he can't drink."

"Hey, how can it be called a group year without drinking? After drinking, I will sleep at my uncle's house for one night. There are still spare rooms upstairs." Tang uncle warmly invited.

"He can't stay, he has to go back to the army." Song Zhiwei explained again.

"Are you going back to the army during the Chinese New Year?" Uncle Tang asked in surprise.

"Old cousin, you don't understand this, right? The son-in-law of Mrs. He's family is a high-ranking official in the army and a pillar of talent. He has to take care of others during the Chinese New Year." Another man came over with a glass of wine and wanted to give Wei Xuan toast.

He had a cigarette butt in his mouth, and Song Zhiwei turned her head reflexively to avoid the smoke.

Wei Xuan immediately said: "Zhiwei is pregnant, this uncle please pinch your cigarette, thank you."

(End of this chapter)