Hello, 1983

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather is fine and it is advisable to travel for sacrifices.

When Liu Qingshan came back from the mountains in the morning, he saw his mother cutting yellow paper on the kang.

A large sheet of yellow watch paper, folded in half a few times, and cut into a small rectangular sheet.

Caifeng and Shan Xing sat in the kang, and the family held a big unity in their hands. They clicked on each yellow sheet to indicate that the money had been printed.

The two little guys worked very seriously, and whispered in their mouths: should we photocopy some five, two and one.

"Sanfeng'er, go to your father's grave after eating."

Lin Zhi smoothed her short hair with a look of sadness in her eyes.

The more the New Year is approaching, the more I miss the deceased relatives.

"Um!"

Liu Qingshan nodded heavily.

A few years ago, he was strict, and he was not allowed to burn paper at the grave. This year, he was finally able to buy yellow paper. He was also going to pay homage to his father.

When Liu Shikui and Professor Wang came over for breakfast, they discussed who should go to the grave.

Lin Zhi and Liu Qingshan must go. The eldest sister is now a double body, and according to the customs handed down, she cannot go to the cemetery.

Liu Yinfeng insisted on going, and she could go too. As long as her daughter was not married, she was not from someone else's family, so she could of course go.

Caifeng is too young, so it's better not to go, although the little guy has been looking at his grandfather eagerly.

In the end, Liu Shikui's eyes fell on Shan Xing, and he thought about it and said:

"It stands to reason that Shan Xing should follow him and kowtow in front of Zijun's grave. After all, this child recognized our family Zhi'er as a godmother."

Shan Xing nodded wisely: "Second Mother, I'll go with you."

"I'm going, I'm going too, I want to send money to Dad!"

When Caifeng heard this, she immediately raised her little hand and shouted.

Liu Qingshan looked at the two little guys dotingly, and nodded in agreement.

Children do not go to the cemetery, mainly because the older generation said that Liu Qingshan didn't care much about it.

They were naughty when they were young, and they even went to the grave to fill the big-eyed thief.

Of course, worshiping ancestors and knowing where one comes from is also the foundation of a human being.

If you don't even know how to fear your own ancestors, who else will you fear?

After confirming the candidates, Liu Shikui thought about it again and said, "If Shan Xing goes, you should burn incense and make offerings. After dinner, prepare. I have trough cakes and apples, you can bring them."

The old man was still thoughtful, after all, he had an extra daughter, so it was naturally more solemn than when he usually went to the grave.

"Dad, there are things in this room too. I'll just ask Sanfeng to go to your place to get some incense."

As Lin Zhi spoke, she stretched out her hand and gently touched Shan Xing's little head, her face full of relief.

After the business was over, Liu Shikui just wanted Zhang Luo to eat when he saw Yang Hongying suddenly stand up and say, "Grandpa, I have a request, and I want to go too."

Everyone couldn't help but stare at her for a while.

I saw that Yang Hongying's heroic and pretty face was also very excited, and she looked at Lin Zhi firmly.

"A few days ago, Sanfeng and I went to the commune police station, and we have applied for my household registration to be transferred to the family. I will be a member of this family in the future. Auntie Lin, can I also call you mother?"

This girl who usually looks so strong, when she speaks, her voice trembles.

Lin Zhi was stunned when she heard it, and then her eyes showed joy. She reached out and said, "Hongying, I have long regarded you as my own daughter in the past few months."

"mother!"

Yang Hongying plunged into Linzhi's arms, sobbing.

Since her biological mother passed away, she can only return to her mother's warm embrace in a dream.

Lin Zhi gently stroked Yang Hongying's back: "Child, as long as you don't dislike it, this place will always be your home."

Family,

This once-familiar, but then extremely unfamiliar word made Yang Hongying's heart full again.

When her cry gradually turned to sobbing, Liu Qingshan knew that her inner depression was almost released, so she said:

"Sister, can we stop crying, you suddenly become Lin Daiyu, we are very uncomfortable, Shan Xing doesn't cry like you, okay?"

Yang Hongying wanted to raise her eyebrows because of what he said, but she was crying so hard that she didn't have much deterrence, causing the fourth and fifth to purse their lips and laugh.

She could only glared at Liu Qingshan, and then laughed happily.

At this moment, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt that Yang Hongying should be regarded as a more attractive girl. She may not be the most beautiful, but she is really attractive.

After breakfast, Lin Zhi found a furoshiki and wrapped the yellow paper tightly.

Liu Yinfeng also carried a pocket, which contained three offerings: steamed buns, cakes, and apples, three of each.

Generally according to local customs, these should be singular.

A group of six people carefully left the village to the west, just like being a thief. At this time, the atmosphere has not been completely released, and it is best to avoid burning paper or something.

From the tree belt at the back of the village to the east, you have to walk for four or five miles, which is the old cemetery in the village.

There is no path here at all, so Liu Qingshan carried Shan Xing, Yang Hongying and Liu Yinfeng on their backs, and took turns to carry the fourth child.

Fortunately, the snow shell was very hard by the northwest wind, and the surface could withstand people, and the shoes would not sink into the snow when stepping on it.

"Brother, what is that?"

The little elder who was lying on Yang Hongying's back suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the field next to him.

On the pure white snow, there was a red figure with a slender body and a big fluffy tail behind him. It was a fire fox.

I saw this fox standing blankly on the snow, motionless, although the distance was less than twenty meters, it didn't seem to notice Liu Qingshan and the others.

"Humph, bad fox!"

The little fourth shouted again, because she had heard too many fairy tales, in which the fox mostly played a disgraceful role.

Liu Qingshan felt the need to correct the younger sister's concept, so he said: "There is nothing good or bad about animals, everything is just their instinct."

For the little fourth child, she still can't understand this sentence, she blinked her eyes, a little confused.

At this time, the statue-like fox suddenly jumped high, its mouth down, and deeply inserted into the thick snow shell.

Because the distance is relatively close, I can see it clearly. When the Firefox raised its head, there was a layer of snow around its mouth and on its whiskers, which looked a bit funny.

It flicked its triangular head a few times quickly to shake off the snow, and then looked this way with bright eyes.

"What is this fox doing?"

Yang Hongying looked strange.

"Hunting, preying on the voles that move under the snow shell."

Liu Qingshan has seen this kind of scene before. To be honest, the success rate is not high. In the severe winter, it is not easy for anyone to live.

"Hee hee, the fox is so stupid."

The little old man couldn't help laughing.

Shan Xing blinked: "The fox catches the mouse, it is a good fox, it must be hungry."

Liu Qingshan rubbed the little guy's head wearing a hat, and then continued to lead his family forward, so don't disturb it hunting.

In front of them finally appeared a mixed forest, with some pine trees and shrubs growing, the ground was covered with snow more than a foot thick, and there were many footprints coming and going.

It can also be seen that there have been traces of burning paper in front of some tomb bags.

Liu Qingshan's family moved to Jiapigou later, so only the grave of his father Liu Zijun was covered in white snow alone.

At this time, it is not recommended to erect a monument, so it is just a small grave.

"Dad, we're here to see you!"

Liu Qingshan choked up, then cleared an open space in front of the grave, placed offerings, and lit incense.

He also opened the bottle of wine he brought and placed it in the middle, and then lit sheets of yellow paper, igniting green smoke.

Except for Lin Zhi, the rest of the juniors all stood in a row, and even the always lively fourth child had a solemn face.

Lin Zhi whispered a prayer: "Zijun, life at home is much better now, parents are healthy, Jin Feng is married, Er Feng and San Feng are studying well, Si Feng is also obedient, you can rest assured... …”

In the white earth, hunting for the north wind, whispering softly, telling endless thoughts.

The yellow paper is lit, the heat rises, and when it encounters the cold air around it, it begins to swirl.

"Yeah, Dad is here to collect the money!"

Xiao Lao Si exclaimed in exclamation, and then covered his own small mouth with force.

In the rural parlance, a whirlwind is a ghost wind. When the little children see a whirlwind, they will say in their mouths: whirlwind whirlwind, you are a ghost, and three sickles will cut your legs.

After hearing this, mother Lin Zhi could no longer control the tears in her eyes, which rolled down her cheeks.

She quickly wiped it twice with her sleeve, then blinked her eyes vigorously, with a gratified smile on her face.

"Zijun, there is another important thing to tell you, the family has imported people, Hongying and Shanxing, they all recognize me as a godmother, and they will be our children in the future. You are in the spirit of heaven, and you must bless them. "

All of a sudden, the flames soared upwards, and everyone couldn't help but take two steps back, almost scorching their hair and clothes.

"Sister, Wufeng, this is why Dad is happy to see you."

Xiao Lao Si is not talking nonsense, because that's what she thinks in her heart.

"Then kowtow to your father."

Lin Zhi was mixed with joy and sorrow. Seeing these children, she felt extremely regretful: If Zijun was still alive, it would be great...

When the yellow paper was burnt out and the three children who had kowtowed all stood up, Lin Zhi led them back.

After all, the weather was still very cold, and the faces of the two little guys were flushed from the cold.

On the way back, everyone remained silent, still immersed in longing and sadness.

Only the fourth youngest poked at the fifth one: "Shan Xing, when you were kowtowing just now, I didn't hear what you were mumbling about."

Shan Xing just smiled shyly and did not answer her, she was going to keep this secret in her heart.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan was also ready to ease the atmosphere, so he said to Yang Hongying, "Sister, I saw you talking about it just now, can you listen?"

Yang Hongying rolled her eyes at him without saying a word. She was going to keep this secret in her heart.

"You, one by one, have become my masters."

Liu Qingshan's master is a dumb grandfather.

"Sanfeng, your ears are itchy, aren't you!"

Seeing Yang Hongying reaching out and chasing after him, Liu Qingshan immediately turned around and ran a few steps, and suddenly called out, "Not good!"