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The bus was much more bumpy than the train. It was driving on a small road, and the speed was still slow. By the time it arrived in the village, it was almost noon.

"Eat something first, or you'll starve to death." The father laughed and touched the heads of the two daughters, with one arm around each of his left and right arms, and walked out of the train with a smile.

"Father, hug you left and right."

"Ha, I've wanted to try it for a long time."

"How does it feel?"

"Walking on the street is more face-saving!"

"Tsk tsk." Wan Qing understood the middle-aged man's mood very well, but she still couldn't help smacking her lips.

The train station is on the outskirts of City L, and the grass is overgrown here. At a glance, it seems that there is not even a shop in sight.

The three of them walked for a long time before the street in front of them gradually became lively.

Of course, the buildings here are older than City H, and the roads are more congested than City H.

Although it is a city, in Wan Qing's view, it is just a slightly bigger town.

The stalls on the street are so arranged that it is difficult for cars to drive through. Occasionally, a bus passes by, and you have to honk your horn for a long time to pass. For a short distance, you have to waste seven or eight minutes.

Of course, here, you can also see the most authentic local snacks.

There are fried golden and crispy chicken cakes, and there are round cake-shaped green, brown, and white Qingming dumplings.

Yes, here, the head of Qingming looks like this.

It doesn't look as round and cute as ordinary qingtuan.

And the stuffing inside is also salty.

In addition, there are all kinds of delicacies full of local characteristics, which are dazzling.

In contrast, the food in H City, the provincial capital, is much poorer.

"How about it, what do you want to eat? See for yourself, take what you want, and I will pay for it." The father said boldly, and took out the crocodile wallet he bought at the stall.

——It is claimed to be crocodile skin, but it is not known what kind of skin it is.

"I want chicken cake!" Ye Chen shouted without hesitation.

At grandma's house, this is her favorite food.

The outside of the chicken cake is wrapped in ordinary white flour, and the inside is minced meat with beaten eggs.

The skin is thin and the stuffing is big, and the ingredients are very sufficient.

And apart from eggs, minced meat and chopped green onions, there are no other ingredients, which looks quite pure.

It feels a bit like a local version of hamburger.

And if you really want to say, this is much more complicated than the process of making a burger.

A hamburger is just a pile of ingredients, a typical example of simple and crude...

"Okay, Boss Chicken Cake! It's cold!" My father immediately switched to the local dialect and shouted very skillfully.

He can speak the dialect of his hometown, his grandmother's, and the local dialect of H City. Maybe he can learn it when he is young, and he can become a talent for studying abroad. He seems to be quite good at languages. talented.

"Father, I want that soup dumpling, the spicy one."

"several?"

"Come to five first."

"it is good."

The three of them just walked and ate, and everyone ordered the breakfast they wanted.

There are so many types of breakfast on the side of the road, it is even confusing for a while.

"Uh...it seems like I can't eat anymore..." Ye Chen still had two snacks in her hand, she swallowed the food in her mouth forcefully, and quickly sucked on two bags of soy milk.

"Eat so much, you'll vomit to death after motion sickness."

"Ah... mainly because I was hungry, so I couldn't help but eat a lot."

"Tsk tsk."

"Haha, don't eat when you're full, save it for later when you're hungry." Father came back from the small shop next door with a big plastic bag in his hand. He bought five tubes of shortbread and planned to wait until later Snacks to eat.

Shortbread is also a local specialty. It can be eaten hot or cold. It can be stored for a long time without spoiling, mainly because it is baked dry enough and the filling is dried plums and vegetables.

Eating while walking, I soon arrived at the terminus of the minibus. My father still bought a ticket and got on the bus skillfully. , slowly drove out.

The roads in the country are not spacious, minibuses do not drive fast, and sometimes they have to brake sharply to avoid villagers.

Ye Chen's face was ugly, as if he would vomit at any time.

"Stay away from me, don't spit on me later." Wan Qing said non-tenderly, and handed a plastic bag in front of her.

"Hmm..." Ye Chen didn't dare to speak at all, she was afraid that if she spoke, she would really spit it out.

At this time, I can only lean against the window to blow the air, then close my eyes and think about other interesting things.

Of course, you must not want to eat, otherwise it will be more nauseating.

"Wow!!" The flight attendant raised his head and shouted the name of the place in a very strong dialect, and those who were about to get off stood up one after another.

"We're here." Father was the first to get up, and took Ye Chen's schoolbag along with him.

At this time, Ye Chen admired his father very much, he could still eat in the car, and he didn't even get motion sickness all the way after eating.

After getting off the car, Ye Chen went straight to the grass and vomited out all the breakfast he ate just now—the money for those breakfasts was a waste.

"Ugh... wow..."

Wan Qing patted her on the back lightly, and shook her head helplessly: "You said you, why eat so much, it's all right now, if you ate just now, it's like you didn't eat, what should you do if you're hungry later? Oh, although There is still a little food to eat, but it’s a waste if you do it like this, you eat it and spit it out, and you need money to buy snacks, you say you are naive, you will eat something delicious..."

"Wow——" Ye Chen vomited even more.

"Haha, it's a common thing to get motion sickness in a car." My father smiled, "Don't worry about eating, I bought a lot of snacks just now, and I can eat them when I'm hungry, but it might be a bit cold to eat later. gone."

"call……"

"Here." Seeing that she had almost vomited, Wan Qing passed the napkin over.

"Huh... ah..." Ye Chen wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up slowly.

It's easy to get motion sickness in a car, the two are really alike.

In fact, Wan Qing was also a little dizzy today. After all, she had been on the train for so long, and then the bus for so long. She might be the one who vomits here.

The two sisters vomited into the grass together, no matter how you look at the picture... it's so 'beautiful'.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Father put a bottle of still warm sweet milk into the straw, and brought it to Ye Chen's mouth. The latter was not polite, he didn't even hold it with his hands, he just put it in his mouth and sucked it.

"Fortunately, it seems... much better."

"Originally, I had to take another bus to get to the village, but now...seeing you like this, I'm afraid it's too much to take any more?"

"Actually, it's much better after vomiting..." Ye Chen swallowed the milk forcefully, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Forget it, it's actually rare to come here. I think, or we can walk there. It's not too far away. It takes about four to ten minutes to walk, and we can enjoy the scenery along the way."

"Okay, just walk and eat."

If you are not in a hurry, walking leisurely and eating something leisurely will make the journey more enjoyable.

In the countryside during the Ching Ming Festival, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers can be heard from time to time, but it is daytime, making people unable to distinguish the direction of the sound.

Some graves are on the side of the road, and when you pass by, you can smell the smell of burning paper money.

In the city, the atmosphere of Qingming Festival is just that the shops sell some youth leagues, or the roadside sells some white chrysanthemums to commemorate the dead.

Only in the countryside can one really feel the slight sentimentality that pervades the air.

On the road, I also saw someone crying in front of the grave. It seemed that the buried in the grave seemed to be a relative who had just passed away.

Most of the people are actually smiling—the little memory and nostalgia are hidden in the bottom of their hearts, only inadvertently revealed from their eyes.

The four to 10 minutes of walking are both long and short.

From a distance, I can finally see the village of graves that are really full of graves.

This year it seems to be a bit colder here than in previous years. Walking all the way to the village, you can still see unburned incense and candles, but you can't see a single person.

After all, it was already noon, and most of the relatives and friends living nearby must have already visited.

There are also some who came to the grave a day earlier - it can be clearly distinguished by comparing the freshness of the tribute.

Father's footsteps gradually slowed down, as if there was a mountain behind him.

Ye Chen, who was still joking before entering the village, was also a little silent, looking at the familiar but empty house, feeling a little melancholy.

——When I was young, I often came to my grandmother's house to play, and it was still very lively at that time...

Wan Qing swallowed the shortbread in her mouth, walked in front quickly, and urged in a brisk tone: "Why are you walking so slowly, go up to the grave quickly, and go home after finishing! I still miss today Go back to City H sooner, you can't stay here for another night, right?"

"...Don't spoil the atmosphere, okay?" Ye Chen twitched his lips.

"What kind of atmosphere, it's been so long, what's so sad, the living have to look forward, don't you understand?"

"..."

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43. The Forgotten Tomb

April is the grand scene of spring, the mountains and plains are full of flowers, and fresh weeds grow everywhere.

There are also some weeds and wild flowers growing on the low adobe houses, and there are mud nests made by swallows under the eaves.

There are no people in the grave village.

This is not so much a village as it is more like an unattended cemetery.

Some houses are in disrepair and are in a state of collapse at any time.

Some have even collapsed in half.

The custom of the grave head village is to bury the grave in the village, and the living and the dead live together.

The tomb here does not make people feel cold, but has a little sunshine warmth.

"Youliang (Youliang) eh..." An old man who looked quite energetic, but his eyes were not very good, and he had to squint to see people looked at Ye Youliang with a strong local accent.

"Da Bai (uncle)." His father hastily greeted him.

There are a lot fewer people living in Tomb Village, but that doesn't mean there are no people living there.

The old man is always happy to see the young man back.

Yes, even a middle-aged man like his father is still a young man and a 'child' in their eyes.

The two chatted in local dialect about trivial matters in life—that is, whether they ate well recently, who has returned to the village, who else lives here, how their health is, and so on.

Along the way, I met some other old people, and the youngest one was a little older than my father.

It was a middle-aged woman. When she saw her, she was sitting in front of the door of the old but still beautiful red brick house, washing her clothes.

"Youliang is back." She greeted in Mandarin.

"Sister-in-law." Father walked up with a cigarette in his mouth, "Where's brother-in-law?"

"He, went to the town to sell lettuce."

"Oh……"

"I heard that our village will be merged with other villages, and we will all move to one township at that time."

"What about the residence? Is the government responsible?"

"It's already being built over there, and it will probably be completed next year. Every household has a house. Although it is a new house, the area is much smaller, and it only has two floors."

"What about the big family?"

"It's nothing to do, some points are good, anyway, it's reasonable, and everyone dare not say anything, anyway, they are all the same size... Sigh, although this place is old, it's better to live here, I'm five Ten years old, I've spent half my life here, and there's no point in moving to a new place."

"At least it will be more lively there - what about this place in the future, has it been demolished?"

"There are no resources in this place, and it's not an important place. No one will demolish it, so it will be kept as a cemetery."