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A woman about 30 years old smiled, looked at the little boy, followed closely behind her.

"...Mom, why does this pig's head look tasteless at all...Is it going to be used for cold dressing?"

Stepping on his feet, the little boy put the porcelain sea bowl on the table in the main room,

"...Do you want cold salad?" The woman reached out to support the sea bowl, then turned around and said to her child with a smile,

"...It's all right... It seems like I haven't eaten pork for a long time..."

The little boy stood on his feet, looked at it, and nodded his head in response.

"...If you want to eat, I'll be done in a while... Mom will cut a piece for you and serve cold... But it's not available right now, I have to wait a while."

"...Why, mother..."

"...Because, this pig's head was used as an offering to the gods for your ancestors, for some of your grandparents to eat, not for you to eat, after the offering... it will be given to you... "

The woman smiled and said to her son.

"...Why do you have to confess?" The little boy looked at his mother with some doubts in his eyes and asked.

"...Because, those grandparents have helped us... In the past, they had delicious food for us. Now, we have delicious food, and we have to give it to them... People, we must not forget our roots... ..."

The woman smiled and said to her son.

The little boy listened, his eyes still a little confused, but he nodded.

"...Okay, you stay here and watch, mother goes to get some more... Watch it well, don't let the cat steal it..."

"...Understood, mother."

The little boy nodded heavily,

The woman smiled, turned around, and walked into the next room.

The little boy stood where he was, earnestly, padded his feet, and stared at the pig's head.

……

"...Mom, mother...I'll tear it up for you too..."

"...Okay, but be careful, don't tear it up..."

"...No, mother..."

The scene changed again,

Or the old house,

Outside some mottled house doors, a woman is sitting under the eaves, on the threshold, with a shroud on her lap, and in the shroud are stacks of yellow paper money, some torn paper money, and some incense and wax.

The little boy was barefoot, squatting in front of the woman, in front of the shaukei, very serious, imitating his mother's movements, holding a small plate of paper money, carefully tearing one by one, and then tearing the torn yellow paper , Carefully put it in Shau Kei.

The sky outside the house also gradually became dark during the process of tearing up the paper money.

……

"...Do you want to go with your parents?"

The scene changed again.

The night shrouded the village, a slanting moon hung obliquely in the night, and stars dotted the night sky,

Some frogs croaked in the fields in front of and behind the house, and in the mountains and forests.

Still in front of the old house,

The woman is holding the previous Shau Kei, and in the Shau Kei are the cooked pig's head, the torn yellow paper money, and two wine glasses.

He looked at his son with a smile and asked.

Next to the woman, the man held a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of incense and wax in the other, and looked at his son with a smile.

Listening to his mother's words, the little boy stepped on his feet and looked out of the yard.

Under the light of the bright moon outside the house, it wasn't too dark. Along the road, along the roadside, there were people burning paper money along the way,

Seemingly a little scared, the little boy looked at it, hesitating a little.

"...it's okay, mother is holding you..."

Holding the Shau Kei in one hand, the woman stretched out the other hand towards the little boy.

Seeing this, the man on the side took the Shau Kei from the woman.

The little boy hesitated again, and took his mother's hand,

"...Mom, where are we going to burn these paper money..."

As his parents walked out of the yard, it seemed that the previous fear was left behind. The little boy looked around and asked curiously,

"...It's still the same as before, go to the foot of the mountain..."

……

At the side of the village, at the foot of the mountain, at the edge of the reclaimed terraced fields, along the ridge of the terraced fields, facing the mountain, there are already many people bowing, squatting, or kneeling, burning paper and offering incense.

The little boy followed his parents, curious, looked around, walked to the foot of the mountain, stopped with his parents,

Men and women were busy, squatting down.

The woman took out the sea bowl containing the pig's head from the Shau Kei and placed it on the ground.

The man put two wine glasses in front of the pig's head, took a match, lit the candle, unscrewed the bottle of wine again, and filled the wine glasses with two glasses of wine.

The little boy stood beside him, curious, looking around, from time to time he looked at his parents who were busy, and from time to time he looked at other people who were worshiping not far away.

"...Come here, come here and burn some paper..."

The man took a handful of paper money from the Shau Kei, lit it with the candle on the candle, and put it on the ground. He continued to hold the paper money in the Shau Kei and added it to the burning paper money fire.

The woman looked at it, then turned around, and greeted her son next to her.

"……it is good."

The little boy who was looking around nodded his head, agreed, walked over again, squatted in front of his father,

"...Come on, my son, come over and burn some paper... I hope you guys will bless my son, and he will be safe for the rest of his life..."

The woman moved the Shau Kei in front of her son,

The little boy stretched out his hand, put it into the Shau Kei, took out a handful of yellow paper, squatted down, and threw it into the pile of paper money just like his father.

The fire ignited by the pile of paper money danced lightly, and the reflected light of the fire reflected the little boy's flushed face.

The woman was beside her, clasped her hands together, bowed to the mountain, and muttered.

"...Mom, is this paper money burned for Grandpa and the others?"

The little boy squatted, looking curiously at the fire burning on the pile of paper money, then turned his head and asked his mother curiously,

"...Grandpa and grandma's, they have already been burned... Now, it's the grandpa and grandma that mother told you about before."

The woman turned her head again, smiled, and said to her son.

"...then who are they, where are they...why haven't I seen them...why burn paper for them..."

"...Because, they have already gone to another place...But they are all here...Because, they protected your parents, your grandparents, grandparents, and your parents... ..."

The woman smiled and said to her son.

"...Then who are they?"

The little boy looked more puzzled, looked at his mother, and asked again.

"...they are heroes..." the woman looked at her child and said with a smile.

"Hero, what is a hero..."

The little boy looked puzzled and asked again.

……

"...Okay, come here and make a bow to these grandparents, and we will go back... When we go back, mother will give you a piece of pork head meat to eat..."

"...Okay, mother... I have pig's head meat to eat, I have pig's head meat to eat..."

Hearing his mother's words, the little boy bowed to the pile of paper money, and jumped up a little,

It seems that the previous doubts have been left behind.

The woman looked at her child, then turned around again, took the incense, respectfully, and bowed towards the mountain.

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"...Our family will go back first... I will come to see you in the Qingming Festival... Don't dislike the money, the scented wax... Just use it..."

"... I hope you will bless our family, we are all safe..."

In the dream, the woman was talking and talking to the mountain.

"...Mother, mother, shall we go back?"

The little boy who had stood up seemed to be thinking about the pig's head, put his feet on his feet, and called out to his mother again.

"...Okay, go back... let's go, go back."

The woman bowed to the pile of paper money again, turned around, looked at her son with a smile, agreed, took her son's hand, and together with her husband next to her, picked up the things again and walked towards the village went back.

The little boy followed his parents, then looked around.

Along the field ridge at the foot of the mountain, every family is squatting, kneeling, or standing in front of piles of burning paper money, or they are burning paper, or lighting incense, or making bows,

The firelight on the pile of paper money, the candlelight on the joss sticks danced lightly, reflecting the figures of people in the village, illuminating the entire foot of the mountain,

And along the village road in the village, the field ridge path behind the house, there are still villagers, carrying things, coming here,

"...Mom, have those grandparents protected so many people?"

The little boy raised his head and asked curiously in his eyes,

"...Yes, they have protected many people." The woman pulled the little boy, turned her head with a smile, looked around, and said aloud.

Hearing the sound, the little boy was a little confused, and then looked around, followed by other things that attracted his attention.

"...Mom, where's the pig's head meat..."

Seeing that his mother was not holding it in his hand, the little boy couldn't help asking,

"...Your father is holding it..."

The woman smiled, looked at her child and said,

"Why, are you in a hurry to eat?"

"……Um!"

"...Then when I get home, Mother will mix it for you."

"...Then mother, let's go faster, let's go faster..."

While talking, the little boy pulled his mother and gradually ran away.

……

The breeze carries a trace of mist, and the noise from the village outside the house blows into the main room through the open main room door.

In the hall, at the dining table,

Lian Ge held the chopsticks and held the dishes on the table, listening to the mixed voices in the village with the breeze lingering in his ears,

He didn't turn his head, didn't say much, just ate casually,

On the side, the old man sat, looking at Lian Ge from time to time, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, then turned his head, looked outside the hall, at the noisy village,

Looking at the door of the main room again, the old man who was still trapped in a dream.

The old man bowed his back and hung his head, as before, with his eyes closed,

It just seemed to be dreaming of something, and the expression on his face slowly changed.

"Elders, let's eat something too."

After picking up the chopsticks again, Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the anxious old man at the table, and said in a calm tone,