Festival

Author: Xifeng

Ermao came back the day before Qingming Festival. Jiang Lu originally asked him to come back for the Spring Festival, but Lin Wenshu picked him up and waited until Qingming Festival.

He must come back during the Qingming Festival, and he must go see his father.

The tombs of Liu Weibing and Wang Jianguo are on the same hill. This time, Lin Wenshu came back together, taking Wang Fang and Wang Rui with him.

The siblings are already so tall, they are no longer primary school students.

Jiang Lu introduced Zhou Tian with a smile, "This is sister Wang Fang, and this is brother Wang Rui. They both hugged you when you were little."

Zhou Tian stubbornly turned his head. He was obviously so big, how could the two brothers and sisters in front of him hold him?

At this time, Zhou Tian simply did not believe that he had ever been as young as his sister.

Lin Wenshu looked a little more cheerful. When she set foot on this land again, she no longer blushed easily when she heard familiar names, and her voice no longer choked up. She took the children to clean the dilapidated house, and also cleaned up the messy things in front and behind the house.

All the weeds have been pulled out. Wang Rui is tall and strong, and has obviously become the mainstay of the family.

Er Mao was brought home by the second master. Half of his house had collapsed, half of it was grass and half of the tiled house. There was also a tung tree growing in the house. The fruit produced by this tree cannot be eaten, but it can be used to squeeze oil. Then

Oil cannot be used for cooking, but it is a good antiseptic material. People often use it to paint coffins.

Er Mao took off the drawing board from his back in front of the house, spread it out in his hands, and began to draw.

Jiang Lu hugged Duoduo and watched him paint, with firm eyes and no delay in painting one stroke after another. The child with two slugs hanging on his face has grown into a teenager, wearing a clean white shirt and meticulously buttoning it.

The one at the top has short, clean hair. A thin face, clear blue eyes, well-defined finger joints, and a circle of fluff around the lips.

If you don't speak, no one will be able to connect the Er Mao in front of you with the dirty child before. Er Mao has grown into something unexpected for everyone. The time is quiet and he is not the one painted, but every plant and tree in the painting is

They are all full of affection.

"This child has come to the human world to overcome tribulations." Er Ye said suddenly, patting Er Mao on the shoulder, "My child, hold on, you will be a master in the future."

The second master’s meaningless words made Jiang Lu very sad, not because he was sad, but because he was touched. Every great person is most likely not born. They have gone through hardships and experienced all the sufferings in the world. If they can still stand,

On the contrary, only by being positive can you shine brightly.

Er Mao stopped the brush in his hand, took off the painting and handed it to Hua Xiu.

"For me?" Jiang Lu was a little surprised, surprised that Er Mao still remembered her.

"Here you go, beautiful auntie." Ermao said word by word.

Jiang Lu burst into tears when Ermao called out "Pretty Auntie" and took it with both hands.

There was only one color in the painting. The lead-colored pen made the dilapidated house more desolate, and made the wildly growing grass on the side give birth to strong vitality. This painting method immediately reminded Jiang Lu of the first time Er Mao gave her.

The painting is half peaceful and half painful.

"Er Mao, can we give this painting to your father?" Jiang Lu suggested. The painting was very good, but she didn't want to keep it.

"Okay." Er Mao smiled at Jiang Lu and nodded in agreement.

In front of Liu Weibing's grave, Ermao kowtows politely and burns paper quietly. There is no trace of sadness or joy, and he cannot tell whether the people inside the tomb and the people outside the tomb are father and son. The second master is smoking a dry cigarette beside him, frowning.

Lock, smoke rings circled around, and then the second master coughed several times.

Er Mao would stretch out his hand to pat the second master on the back, but would not tell the second master to pat him less.

"Burn the painting." The second master pointed at the newly painted painting with his pipe.

Er Mao obediently picked it up and threw one end into the fire. In an instant, the tongue of flames jumped up, making people's cheeks heat up.

Soon, the painting was engulfed in flames and turned into a pile of ashes.

"Let's go." Seeing that the yellow paper was also burned, the second master put away his tobacco bag, stood up and patted the loess on his pants.

When going down the mountain, Er Mao was still carrying his drawing board and walked down the mountain step by step.

Halfway through, Ermao suddenly turned his head and looked at the slightly protruding grave mound for two seconds before continuing to walk forward.

After taking two steps, Ermao stopped again and looked there twice.

When Er Mao stopped for the third time, he shed tears, and then Jiang Lu also shed tears when he saw Er Mao crying silently. Even Er Ye, who had long looked down on everything, shed muddy tears.

We said goodbye every year, looked back every year, and after a few years, I don't know how many years to come back again. Er Mao couldn't tell, but his thoughts were more delicate and sensitive than anyone else, but he just couldn't say it out loud.

Mrs. Zhou didn't show any impatience this time. Knowing that Teacher Lin and Er Mao were coming for dinner, she went to her son Zhou Chunhe's vegetable shed early in the morning to pick a lot of fresh vegetables.

Er Mao had lived in this courtyard for a few days, and he still had memories of it. He pointed to the house where he had slept before and showed it to Jiang Lu.

"Yes, Ermao remembers it right, it's that one." Jiang Lu said with a smile.

Mrs. Zhou didn't dare to listen anymore, fearing that Er Mao would think of her cold words to him, but Er Mao called her: "Grandma Zhou."

Mrs. Zhou ran away, "I'll go cook..."

"Aunt Zhou hasn't changed much, her body is still as strong as ever." Lin Wenshu said with a smile.

"She never keeps things in her heart. Maybe this is also a way to maintain good health." Jiang Lu said.

Jiang Lu asked Zhou Tian to take out the snacks he had bought in advance, and Wang Fang helped place them in the yard. They put two benches together and placed all the snacks on them.

The courtyard of Lao Zhou's house, which had not been so lively for a long time, was filled with laughter and laughter again. Several children were playing eagle and catching chicks in the courtyard. Duoduo opened her hands to watch her brothers and sisters having a great time. They were so excited that they kept vomiting in their mouths.

With bubbles.

Lin Wenshu took the child and held it for a while.

"You can be considered as having both sons."

Jiang Lu smiled and said, "I was fined a lot of money."

"Is it worth it? Don't say you can afford the punishment. Even if you can't afford the punishment, it's still worth it." Lin Wenshu comforted.

"Last time you wrote in your letter that a teacher in school introduced you to someone, what happened next?" Jiang Lu had been waiting for this opportunity to ask Lin Wenshu this question.

Lin Wenshu tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "I refused. I don't have that thought now and I have no time to care about it. It's enough for me to have Wang Fang and Wang Rui."

"You're talking nonsense again. Wang Fang and Wang Rui are yours and you can still run away. When you find the right one, you have to grab it. Don't get into trouble. We all want to see you start over."

"I know." Lin Wenshu said calmly.

Several children were tired of playing hide and seek. Zhou Tianren, a kid with lots of ideas, suggested playing a Buddhist scripture game.

"I want to be Sun Dasheng." Zhou Tian raised his hands high and was the first to say.

"Then I'll be a monk." Wang Rui retreated and settled for the next best thing.

"Then it seems I can only be Bajie." Wang Fang smiled helplessly. She didn't really want to play, but she didn't want to spoil their fun. It can be said that this girl has grown into a sensible and considerate girl.

"Then who will be Tang Monk?" Zhou Tian noticed that there was one less person and stared at Brother Ermao who was drawing on the side.

He ran over and said, "Brother Ermao, would you like to be Tang Monk for us?"

Er Mao chuckled and did not get up.

Zhou Tian curled his lips and said, "It's boring."

"Come on, I'll be a Tang monk for you." Jiang Lu volunteered, not wanting to spoil the fun of the children or disturbing Er Mao's painting.

"No, you Tang Monk is too old!" Zhou Tian almost blurted out.

Jiang Lu was stunned for a moment, and then started to deal with Zhou Tianlai, "You still dislike your mother, I'm not even thirty yet!"

How could Zhou Tian stand obediently while being beaten, running around in the yard, and explaining, "Mom, I'm not saying you're old, I'm saying you're too old to be Tang Monk."

"You brat, say it again!!" Jiang Lu was furious.

All of a sudden, chickens, geese, ducks, chickens and dogs were jumping around in the yard, chasing each other for a good meal.
Chapter completed!