During the Qingming Festival holiday, Chen Zi'ang returned to Lin'an and went back to the countryside with his parents to worship his ancestors.

Qingming Festival is also called outing festival, which is at the turn of mid-spring and late spring. It is a traditional Chinese festival and one of the most important sacrificial festivals, and is a day for worshiping ancestors and tomb sweeping.

The traditional Qingming Festival of the Chinese nation began around the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years.

Qingming was originally just a name for a solar term. After historical changes, it has now become one of the important "Eight Festivals of the Years" in China. It is usually around April 5, the festival period is very long, with two statements: 10 days ago, 8 days later and 10 days ago, and 10 days later. These are all Qingming Festival in the past 20 days.

The state has designated April 5 as the statutory holiday of Qingming Festival, also known as the National Tomb Sweeping Festival.

Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival are known as the four major traditional festivals in China.

In the past, Chen Zi'ang always believed that Qingming Festival was actually for living people, not for dead people.

After a person dies, everything is empty, and dust returns to dust and soil, so how can there be any soul or ghost?

But now, he doesn't know.

Perhaps, my family in my previous life are burning paper for myself on this festival.

But even if it burns, he can't get anything.

The underworld coins and talisman paper are all the money to give to the ghosts in the underworld.

It is said that even ghosts need money from the underworld to go on the road, so it is said that a penny of money will stump heroes.

Good people, after the death of heroes, people on earth will bring money to them, which will allow these souls to flow through the underworld more conveniently and quickly, cross the Naihe Bridge, and successfully reach the other side...

Regardless of whether the underworld or not exists, Chen Zi'ang still solemnly worships his ancestors.

If this is superstition, then it is superstition.

Not all superstitions are undesirable.

For example, worshiping ancestors on Qingming Festival.

People promote the glory of their ancestors during their lifetime and do all kinds of good deeds, so that they can go to heaven after death.

This superstition is positive energy, which inspires social progress and progress. It is like a spiritual contract that restrains living people and makes people unable to do things that harm the world even if they have resentment before they die.

This is not only to take care of the feelings of the living relatives around you, but also to be able to be reborn and enter the samsara.

Regardless of whether or not the other two realms exist in the Three Realms, it is said that those who are unforgivable to go to hell after death and will never be reborn forever, which is a positive superstition.

When worshiping ancestors, people in the grave are lonely, people outside the grave offer sacrifices, and firecrackers are set off after worship.

In the grave, in the underworld, outside the grave, there are yin and yang separated.

Standing outside the grave, Chen Zi'ang felt that he was so close to life and death and the underworld.

On the mountain, parents and relatives weed the graves together, while young people were playing around.

In March, the grass grows and the birds fly, and it is another time for spring flowers to bloom again.

The atmosphere of worshiping ancestors in Qingming Festival is not heavy. On the contrary, it is very relaxed and is one of the happiest times in children's childhood.

My parents were in a good mood today, talking and laughing with relatives and elders.

The adults talked loudly, loved life, told stories and jokes, and were in high spirits. They seemed to have no idea, or had never thought that one day they would walk into the grave, lie here, waiting for future generations to come to worship.

"Mom, I'll help you!" Chen Zi'ang went over and took the sickle from Shi Jia's hand.

"Can you do it?" Shi Jia smiled. Her son lived in the countryside for a few years since she was a child. After going to school, she left Lin'an and never worked in the fields.

"How can a man say no? Look at me!" Chen Zi'ang held a sickle in his right hand and grabbed weeds with his left hand.

"Wait!" Shi Jia grabbed Chen Zi'ang's hand, then took off the gloves and gave them to him: "It's fine and tender, and it's easy to be cut when you grab it with your bare hands."

Chen Zi'ang had no choice but to stop, put on his gloves, and then chat with his mother while weeding.

"Mom, which ancestor is there?" Chen Ziang asked.

Shi Jia glanced at the grave and said, "It's your great-grandmother."

Chen Zi'ang looked at the mountains and fields, and there were elders and juniors busy and having fun in the distance around the grave.

"Great-grandmother is blessed, so many younger generations come to worship." Chen Ziang lowered his head and mowed the grass.

Shi Jia smiled indifferently and said, "In that era, there are many descendants, and today there are still many younger generations who have not come, otherwise there will be more people."

As she said that, she paused for a moment and said, "You have to give birth to more than two for your mother in the future."

Chen Zi'ang was embarrassed and nodded and said, "Well, then there are only two, Tongtong shouldn't object."

"It's not okay to object, at least two, three or four, we can afford to support them." Shi Jia said strongly: "I'll let Tongtong have two more."

Chen Zi'ang wiped his sweat: "Mom, the country only allows two children. Tongtong's future path is different from ours, and she cannot be born after birth."

Shi Jia felt a little regretful: "Then will I be very deserted in the future?"

"Two are enough." Chen Zi'ang smiled while weeding.

Shi Jia looked at more than twenty people all over the mountains and fields: "How could it be as lively as it is now."

Chen Zi'ang was stunned, understood what Shi Jia was saying, and complained: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Shi Jia smiled and said nothing.

With her son by her side, she just suddenly felt something, and the rest of her time was happy.

"Mom, I will get a marriage certificate with Tongtong in two months." Chen Zi'ang whispered.

Shi Jia looked surprised and her son was about to get married!

"Tongtong agrees?" she asked.

"Well, you can only have grandchildren for you after getting your certificate." Chen Zi'ang laughed.

Shi Jia was stunned: "So, am I about to be a grandma? I still feel like I haven't grown up."

Chen Zi'ang had a black thread.

After a while, Shi Jia looked around and asked Chen Zi'ang quietly: "Baby, what is the relationship between Guan Xinxin and Guan Tongtong?"

"It's very good. Tongtong is very close to Xinxin, and Xinxin is also very nice to Tongtong. The two are like a mother and daughter." Chen Zi'ang said.

"To be honest!" Shi Jia slapped Chen Ziang on the shoulder.

Chen Zi'ang had no choice but to say: "Guan Xinxin has hatred in her heart."

Shi Jia said with some concern: "What hatred? Is it serious?"

Chen Zi'ang and Shi Jia did not hide it and sighed: "Do you think the happiness of a lifetime is serious?"

Shi Jia opened her mouth.

Chen Zi'ang lowered his head to work: "Tongtong relies heavily on Xinxin and obeys her rules. Xinxin loves and hates Tongtong. Alas, if it weren't for being together for so long, I wouldn't know. Xinxin's heart is not only bitter but also hatred. I used to think that she only had the world and only sons in her heart. It turns out that she is just an ordinary person..."

Shi Jia stepped on Chen Zi'ang and scolded: "Is there anyone who said that to me? Do you don't cherish it if you get it? None of you men have good things!"

Chen Zi'ang's mind was full of black lines.

"Mom, you don't know something." Chen Zi'ang was speechless.

"How can I know if you don't say it?" Shi Jia was very dissatisfied.

Chen Zi'ang held the sickle, and he and Shi Jia were getting farther and farther away, and no one was around.

"Mom." Chen Zi'ang's face was complicated and he whispered: "The plane that Tongtong and Dandan were going to take a crash before the New Year. I'm afraid... it has to do with Xinxin."
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