I didn't rent a car when I went home for the New Year, and the whole village thought I was lone

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In this dark night, one of the two grown men was kneeling, and the other was standing and wiping tears on the spot.

Liu Yangyang didn't know how to comfort Qin Tianrui.

Seeing his father crying like this, he could only cry with him, feeling helpless.

Speaking of which, it’s quite strange.

These two men don't have the same last name.

This situation is considered rare.

Cried for a while.

Qin Tianrui finally stood up wiping his tears.

He said to his son in a flash.

"Come on, there was a canteen on the road just now. Let's go back and buy some paper and cannons!"

Liu Yangyang nodded quickly when he heard this.

Why are you two here, and why are you going back along the way?

Wait until I come back soon.

The two men already have more paper and cannons in their hands.

The two of them were silent all the way.

As we approached the village entrance, the sound of the opera became clearer.

Qin Tianrui's mood became more and more heavy.

He looked at the street lights of Qinjia Village from a distance.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and spoke to his son first with a heavy heart.

"It's been so many years since I've been back, and it's still like this! The house hasn't been changed! It's just that street lights have been installed. I didn't expect street lights to be installed in the village!"

Talking.

There were street lights in the village, and there was no sign of happiness on Qin Tianrui's face.

Instead, he sighed heavily.

Liu Yangyang and Qin Tianrui spoke.

Then he couldn't help but said.

"Dad, why are you crying? At the end of the year, aren't there a lot of people holding banquets? Isn't it normal for people to have banquets in the village! Do you still need to buy paper?"

He was too young to think of those things.

After hearing this, Qin Tianrui cried sadly.

"Have I ever told you that the village in my hometown is full of older people! There are not many young people! Qinjia Village has not hosted a banquet for many years. At this time, there are banquets in the village. Why do you think... …”

After listening to Qin Tianrui's words, Liu Yangyang finally understood.

There are no young people in the village.

Naturally, there is no such thing as marriage.

Since there is no such thing as marriage.

It is naturally obvious to the person who is hosting the banquet now.

Speaking of this, the two men's moods became increasingly heavy.

Speaking of which, Liu Yangyang had never been to Qinjia Village since he was born.

I have never seen an old man from Qinjia Village.

Although he has never seen it.

But it can’t stand up to years of exposure.

Even though he was young, he had heard about what happened in Qinjia Village.

I also have feelings for Qinjiacun from the bottom of my heart.

Now I know that there may be a certain old man in Qinjia Village who his father talks about, and he may have died at this time.

Even at a young age, Liu Yangyang felt heavy about the death of life.

Silent.

The two of them arrived at the entrance of the village in a short time.

The stage is located nearby.

Standing here, you can already see Wuyang Wuyang's figure.

Shadows and shadows are endless.

Seeing this situation, he was still twenty or thirty meters away from the crowd.

Qin Tianrui pulled his son and knelt down at the intersection with a bang.

The next moment, bring out the firecrackers.

Light the firecrackers.

A crackling sound resounded.

The two men’s heads were buried deeply.

No one had noticed the person coming from behind.

Everyone was watching the opera on the stage attentively.

The atmosphere at this time is just right.

No one is in the mood to look around.

Only Liu Jianming, the security guard carrying a dustpan, and Qin Mo and others shuttled back and forth.

It's just that the opera on the stage is not loud.

But it can't cover up the sound of firecrackers.

I heard the sound of gunfire here.

Many people subconsciously looked back.

At this glance, I saw two figures kneeling in the middle of the intersection!

"Who is this?"

"Are there two people kneeling at the intersection?"

"Why are there still people kneeling here?"

"What's going on?"

People who came to see the theater in Dongzhuang and West Village didn’t know why.

People from Qinjia Village started to greet them.

When Qin Fuguo saw such a scene, he was surrounded by several onlookers with doubts and hurriedly came over.

Before he could see the figure clearly, Qin Fuguo was still a little confused.

thinking.

Could it be that he was begging for food?

He couldn't help but sigh.

There are people hosting banquets in the village, but there are also people begging for food.

But usually they are at the main table

On the day, they will come.

After they come, they will set off a small firecracker.

To show congratulations.

If it is a funeral.

Help with something.

The host will give a small red envelope.

Then have a meal.

In the past, this kind of beggars also held iron cannons in their hands!

That thing is very loud.

It is not disposable!

It’s just that they are generally not called beggars.

Instead, they are called iron cannon shooters.

But no matter what, it is really rare to come to beg at night.

Qin Fuguo was still thinking, how can these beggars be so dedicated.

Although he thought so in his heart.

But Qin Fuguo did not slack off.

While walking forward, he began to grope in his pocket.

Touched two bills.

Two hundred yuan.

Qin Fuguo took it out and planned to hand it over.

If it were somewhere else, they wouldn't be able to give so much, two hundred yuan.

It's really a lot.

But Qin Mo has the ability, and Qinjia Village is doing well now.

It takes less than a month to perform an opera.

Qin Fuguo didn't think of being stingy.

If he took out two hundred yuan, he would give two hundred yuan.

So Qin Fuguo walked to the side of the big and small, and hurriedly helped them.

At the same time, he handed over the money.

"Get up, get up, come, take it!"

He was still wondering.

In this day and age, beggars come at night.

And bring children?

Bring children.

And kowtow?

Kowtow.

Why are they still carrying big and small bags?

Is this a new way of begging?

Sure enough, Qin Fuguo couldn't understand what was going on outside.

He thought that most of them were from other places.

It's popular in Qinjia Village.

Qin Fuguo helped people.

Qin Tianrui was a little confused when he looked up at the two hundred yuan handed over.

But he didn't think much about it, seeing the person who supported him was slightly stunned.

Then compared it with the voice and appearance in his mind.

In a flash, Qin Tianrui was already in tears before he even opened his mouth.

The tears came down on the spot.

Seeing him crying so fiercely.

Qin Fuguo was also anxious.

Don't beg for food like this.

Two hundred is not enough?

He said hurriedly.

"Almost, get up, get up! Hey, this can't be done!"

Qin Fuguo finished speaking.

Qin Tianrui wiped his face and couldn't help but speak.

"Uncle, look at who I am!"

Qin Fuguo didn't think much at first.

But after hearing what he said, he couldn't help but take a closer look at Qin Tianrui's appearance.

He didn't react at this glance.

He took another look.

He was stunned.

"You... Tianrui?"

Tianrui cried and answered.

"I am Uncle Tianrui!"

Qin Fuguo was stunned, and the next moment he slapped his thigh and shouted.

"Oh my God, it's really Tianrui!"

He immediately had red eyes.

After saying that, he looked at the father and son, wiped his tears and said.

"How did you become a beggar?!"