I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

On the day of his father’s burial, Cang Xue remembered that it was raining heavily in the sky.

Several nephews of the Cang family led the horse and pushed the cart, and a large cypress coffin was pulled on the carriage.

Several nieces of the Ben family cried bitterly.

The little fart boy wearing linen and filial piety jumped up and down in the rain, running around, like a happy white bird.

Qu Yiqing didn’t cry, and Cang Xue didn’t cry.

Until the black coffin entered the burial pit.

Until the burial pit became a slightly raised grave bag.

The girl is still in a state of confusion at a loss.

It was as if the sun was hanging high in the center of heaven one moment, and suddenly set the next moment.

The girl knew that the sun would never rise, but she stubbornly waited for the next day.

After the death of the righteous father, the little fart child no longer slept.

Every day before dawn, I got up early, stood at the door of the master bedroom of the Cang family, put my two little hands in my waist, and shouted childishly into the house: “Yi Qingzi, get up quickly, Xiaoye is going to starve to death.” ”

Every day at noon, the little fart would lie on the haystack next to the bluestone well in the backyard, or sleep soundly, or squint at the old locust leaves above his head.

Sometimes I learn to look like an adult, and I say in an old-fashioned manner, “Son, wellside tide, go back to the house and sleep.” ”

It’s becoming a childish voice,” I know, “I know.” Later

, the righteous mother took the pile of hay away and fed it to the horses.

That day, the little fart cried heart-rending and fainted several times.

……

For a long time since the death of the righteous father, the righteous mother has been looking like a soulless.

When cooking, only one bowl of dishes is stir-fried, and the woman will pour half a jar of fine salt into it.

At the dinner table, the little fart child who is going to die will learn the appearance of a righteous father, slap the table again, and scold ‘you are a loser’.

Often at this time, the righteous mother always trembled, and then stared at the little fart child.

The tears in his eyes, involuntarily, fell to the table.

Whenever night falls, the righteous mother will run to the grave of the righteous father by the moonlight.

Several times, Cang Xue could not rest assured and quietly followed behind.

The righteous mother first talked to herself to her righteous father’s grave, and then laughed.

Sometimes chuckling, sometimes laughing.

But in the end, laughter always turns into crying.

Sometimes the shoulders tremble slightly and sobs softly.

Sometimes like a child who has been wronged, crying.

……

Time passes day by day.

Fuling 3rd year Mengxia, April 17.

There were about 50 families in Changliu Village, ten rooms and nine empty, all of whom fled.

Since the heavy rain in June of the second year of Fuling, God has not dripped rain, and the snow has not fallen.

The sun is vicious.

Cang Xue and Cang Yu sat side by side on the threshold of the Cangjia courtyard, with two big dogs at their feet, Wangcai and Laifu.

In the horse pen, Qu Yiqing poured forage and well water into the two mangers.

“Mom, do you have to sell them all? The

little fart said reluctantly.

“These three animals can drink water for ten days a day, but they can’t afford to support them.” ”

The man died less than a year ago, but the woman seemed to be more than ten years old.

The sideburns are frosty white, and the corners of the eyes are crawling with crow’s feet.

“Son, what do you want, my mother came back from town to buy it for you.”

The little fart thought seriously for a while and said, “Mom, I want a sword.”

“My mother bought you a hammer and chisel, do you want to dig through all the mountains in a hundred miles?”

The

woman glanced at Cang Xue, “What do you want?” the

girl shook her head, “Mom, I don’t want anything.” ”

Huh,”

Qu Yiqing sneered, “That’s good.” ”

The woman left on April 17 and came back late at night on April 19.

On April 20, Cang Xue woke up early.

But I saw a new set of clothes and a pair of new shoes embroidered with mandarin ducks on the bedside.

There are also two large red ribbons to tie hair.

……

Midsummer in the third year of Fuling, May 24.

The water in the private well of the Cangjia family was completely dried up, leaving only wet mud.

When the sun was rising, Qu Yiqing led the old scalper, and pulled several theater boxes on the wooden cart, as well as pots and pans.

Cang Yu rode on the back of the old scalper, happy like a fool.

After all, the little fart child has been born for five years, and has never left the village, not even Tongqiu Town.

Cangxue coarse linen shirt and straw shoes, new clothes and new shoes are not willing to wear, follow behind the ox cart, step by step three times.

Walk under the old willow tree at the head of the village.

Qu Yiqing, Cang Xue, and the little fart all looked back.

Every house, dilapidated and desolate.

Niangmaid was the last family to leave the village.

“Mom, will we come back?”

the girl’s eyes turned red.

“It will. The

woman rarely touched the girl’s little head, “Maybe next year, maybe the year after that.”

“Maybe three or five years, maybe eight or nine years.”

“Anyway, will definitely come back.”

The little fart boy added: “My mother will come back, my sister will come back, and so will I.”

The woman smiled and said, “Xiaoyu is right.”

“We will definitely come back without leaving them all.”

“Xue’er, Xiaoyu, you must remember that this is home.” ”

……

It is about two or three miles away from Nagaru Village.

The maid came to the ancestral grave of the Cang family.

There are also two new tombs on the left hand side of the Canglan tomb bag.

It is Wangcai and Laifu.

Are animals worthy of being buried with people,

not to mention ancestral graves.

But Qu Yiqing really did it.

No one knows why.

Cang Xue guessed that perhaps the righteous mother was afraid that the righteous father would be alone in the Yin Cao Di Mansion.

No one knows how Wang Cai and Lai Fu died and why they died on the same day.

Half a month ago, when the maid found Wang Cai and Lai Fu, the two big dogs obediently lay in front of the tombstone of their righteous father, and they had already swallowed.

The righteous mother said that Wang Cai and Lai Fu were saved by the same big dog, and they were not weaned when they were brought back by Cang Xue and Grandpa Cang Yu.

He grew up with his righteous father.

“Looking majestic, I am as timid as a mouse.

“Die sooner or later, just die at this time.” ”

On the day of burying wealth and coming to Fu, the righteous mother said.

If you don’t die early, it should be a few days after the death of the righteous father.

Not dying late should mean that the righteous mother has just made up her mind and is ready to flee the famine.

Cang Xue could guess what the righteous mother thought, but she couldn’t guess Wang Cai and Laifu.

……

The sun penetrates the dried leaves and spills into the forest.

“Wangcai, Laifu, these paper money, and gold ingots, take it and buy more delicious food in the Yin Cao Di Mansion.” ”

Feed yourself well, fat, so as to protect Daddy.”

“You two are so lucky that you don’t have to eat my mother’s cooking.”

“Pity I’ve only turned five this year, woo-woo. ”

Cang Yu is burning paper money for Wang Cai and Lai Fu.

Cangxue burned it for the ancestors of the Cangjia.

Qu Yiqing burned Cang Lan.

Two quarters of an hour later.

The maids stood in front of Cang Lan’s tombstone.

The woman suddenly pointed to the man’s grave bag and said, “Xue’er, Xiaoyu, the coffin my mother bought for your father is very large.”

“When my mother dies, bury me in a coffin with your father.”

The little fart boy studied his mother’s appearance and pointed to the open space next to the right hand side of his father’s grave, “Mother, sister, I want to be buried here.” The

girl opened her mouth, suddenly thought of something, and stopped talking.

This ancestral graveyard of the Cangjia family does not have her fallen leaves to return to its roots.

Unless the girl does not marry for the rest of her life.

“Cher, Xiaoyu, let’s go. ”

Sunny day.

In the mountains, on the ancient road.

The old cow pulls the wooden cart.

One or two little bits.

Turn your back in the direction of your hometown.

Drifting away.