After eating strawberries, petting the cat and teasing Tang Xiaotian, Jiang You's work and rest returned to normal after a fulfilling day.

The next day, he woke up at nine o'clock.

The pain and fatigue in my body have disappeared. I twisted my foot and my ankle still hurt slightly.

He found his cell phone next to the pillow, and Chen Nan sent him a WeChat message asking him if he wanted to go to the hospital. He replied that the swelling had subsided, and attached a real-time photo of his ankle, and proposed the idea of ​​using the form to make up for it.

As expected, I decided on what to have for dinner, pig's feet and soybean soup, chicken feet in a pot, and ham and vegetables stir-fried.

After playing a game of Idiom Solitaire, Jiang You got up, washed himself briefly, shaved his beard, and looked at his neck that was almost disappearing in the mirror. He made up his mind to lose weight.

So he ran to lie on his side, lifted Jiang Mo's quilt, "Get up, look at the sun outside and it's even hitting your butt. Spring is here, don't be lazy, I'm going to lose weight starting today."

Jiang Mo closed his eyes, raised his leg and kicked Jiang You in the stomach. Jiang You grabbed his ankle, and at the same time, a ball of spider silk stuck to Jiang You's face.

Jiang You let go of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed while pulling the cobwebs from his face.

"I'm going to visit the tomb today. I'll have breakfast first, then buy chrysanthemums, fruits, green dumplings, and burn some paper money for them."

Jiang Mo sat up cross-legged, lowering his head as if thinking about something.

"Get up," Jiang You picked up Jiang Mo, "Tell me what time you went to bed last night?"

More than an hour later, they arrived at Wangshan Cemetery. The cemetery was surrounded by large fields of golden rapeseed flowers. They took two iron buckets at the entrance.

First I went to visit the tomb of Jiang You's parents, placed flowers and tributes, lit incense, burned paper money, led Jiang Mo to bow three times, and then went to Jiang Mo's parents' place, ready to go through the process again.

As soon as he laid out the tributes and lit the incense, the wind blew the thick smoke from the cemetery next door into his nose. He stood up, coughed twice, picked up the ginger and took two steps back.

"Hey, is it you?"

He saw a man in the cemetery next door who looked somewhat similar to him holding a branch and poking paper money in an iron bucket. Smoke was coming out of the iron bucket.

A little girl about the same age as Jiang Mo stood not far away, covering her nose and mouth with her hands.

Jiang You recognized them—the father and daughter who had become separated in the science and technology museum. He glanced at the words on the tombstone.

The tomb of my beloved wife Gu Yao, her husband Fang Wensong stands there.

It was a monument erected on the winter solstice four years ago.

"It's you," Jiang You looked at the little girl and said, "Your name is Fang Hui, right? Do you remember uncle? We met at the Science and Technology Museum." He shook his hand at her, "You mistook me

I recognized your father and got the lion cub, do you remember?"

Fang Hui looked at him and nodded.

The smoke gradually became smaller.

The tinfoil paper folded into ingots turned into yellow-gray ash in the flames.

"Xiaohui, call me uncle." Fang Wensong said.

"Uncle." Fang Hui looked at Jiang You, and then her eyes fell on Jiang Mo. She took a few steps forward and walked to Jiang You.

Jiang You put the minced ginger on the ground.

Fang Hui looked at Jiang Mo and said, "My name is Fang Hui, what's yours?"

Jiang Mo turned his head.

"He is relatively introverted," Jiang You touched Jiang Mo's head, "His parents passed away last year in a car accident, and he was also in the car at the time."

Fang Wensong took a look at the words on the stele. His sister He Qiaochun, his brother-in-law Jiang Yuanchen's tomb, and his brother He Yunfeili. He was a little unsure about the relationship between Jiang You and Jiang Mo. He asked tentatively: "What is your surname?"

"My name is Jiang You, and I am his guardian now," Jiang You sighed, "He has become a lot more cheerful."

"The child is still so young..." Fang Wensong looked at Jiang Mo sympathetically, "Six years old, or seven years old? My daughter is seven years old and is in the second grade."

"Almost, almost seven years old."

"Have you gone to school?"

"Not yet, maybe next year. It's better for boys to go to school later."

Jiang Mo raised his head and glanced at Jiang You.

"I can already remember things at the age of six," Fang Wensong said.

"yes."

"When my wife left, Xiaohui was only three years old. Four years have passed in a flash," Fang Wensong sighed. He watched Fang Hui take out a lollipop from his pocket and stuff it into Jiang Mo's hand, "Her mother wants to

She would be so happy to see Xiaohui grow up and be so sensible alive."

Jiang You took the lollipop from Jiang Mo's hand, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

He found a lighter from his bag, squatted down by the iron bucket, lit the yellow paper, put it into the iron bucket, and poured the ingot into it.

Fang Wensong handed him the branch, and he took it, turned over the ingots in the bucket, and let the flames escape.

"Are you taking care of your daughter alone?" Jiang You asked.

"My parents will help take care of it, how about you?"

"I'm just one person. I open my own shop, so I have more freedom." Jiang You moved to the side to avoid the direct flow of smoke. "I was looking at the shop, and he was painting on the side. He was very good."

"It's still hard work. What kind of business do you do?"

"Selling postcards on Cultural Street."

"Cultural Street has done well in the past few years. I am from the Justice Bureau. Before her mother's accident, I wanted to jump out, but now I dare not move at all." Fang Wensong glanced at the sun and said, "Leave a message

The other way around, last time I came to my senses and found that Xiaohui had taken your toy, I searched twice in the Science and Technology Museum and couldn't find you. There were too many people inside."

"It's just a stuffed toy, nothing much."

"Thank you also. If something happens to Xiaohui again, I really don't know what to do." Fang Wensong looked at the two adjacent tombstones. "They are neighbors down there. It's fate for us."

"That's true."

After taking out his mobile phone and adding each other as friends on WeChat, Fang Wensong said goodbye to Jiang You and said, "I have something to do at home in the afternoon. Let's find some time to chat and have a meal. If we don't talk about anything else, I just feel like chatting with you.

I feel comfortable and want to make friends with you."

"I understand. Just go and do your work. I have free time anyway."

"Okay, okay," Fang Wensong took Fang Hui's hand and said, "Xiaohui, say goodbye to my uncle and brother."

"goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Jiang You took Jiang Mo's hand and waved to them.

After watching the father and daughter walk away, Jiang You looked at Gu Yao's tombstone.

A woman sits on it.

Long hair flutters.

She stared at the backs of Fang Wensong and Fang Hui.

After the fire was almost done, Jiang You stood up and said, "Bow three times on behalf of your uncle."

Jiang Mo walked to the middle and bowed three times.

Jiang You lit a cigarette and said, "He Yunfei went to Africa. He started to become sensible. Jiang Yuanhao never came to see me..."

The woman turned her head and looked at Jiang You.

Jiang You threw the cigarette into the iron bucket.

He picked up Jiang Mo and said, "Let's go."
Chapter completed!