pregnant woman back to the farm

It is the rainy season, the sky is a little gloomy, the drizzle is drizzling, and the mountains are very quiet.

The Sun family's cemetery was built on a mountain in their hometown, not in Fengcheng, only a deep path leading to it, surrounded by lush vegetation.Jing Junsheng held Guoguo tightly, and climbed up the stairs carefully.And Sun Hong walked in front, moved the umbrella, and in his arms was the sleeping Zao Zao.

Sun Hong's parents were buried halfway up the mountain, and further up were the other deceased elders of the Sun family, and the places were divided according to the order of seniority.After setting out the drinks and food brought up by someone, the rain had stopped, and Sun Hong sighed: "Every time I come back, the weather will get better... I always feel that they are watching me."

"I can't bear you, but I also want to see these two little guys." Jing Junsheng looked down at his young son who had just woken up, and stepped forward to stand side by side with him.

Guoguo obediently followed, followed the example of two grown-ups and paid homage to the tomb, muttering, "It's grandpa and grandma...today, my dad, eldest dad, and younger brother, I'm here to see you .There are delicious pastries and fruits, do you like them?"

Sun Hong smiled and rubbed his little head: "Well, since Guoguo picked it, they must like it."

"I chose the most beautiful apple!" Guoguo said proudly.

The family of four kowtowed to the elders, and waited until the yellow paper in front of the tomb was burned away, and the remaining ashes still had a trace of white smoke floating, before continuing to walk up the mountain to worship the ancestors of the Sun family.

When going down the mountain, it suddenly started to rain, and the sky was much brighter.After the family returned home, they rushed to the airport with their luggage. After more than six hours of waiting and flying, they arrived at the small county town.After that, it was a lot of running, and I arrived in the village in the early morning. The night was thick, and insects were singing one after another in the grass beside the road.

After a good night's rest, they drove to Jing Junsheng's mother's grave the next morning.It was a low slope, overgrown with weeds and many lush trees.Anyone who died in the nearby villages would be buried here. Later, when the control became stricter, it was changed to cremation.So generally speaking, there are not too many tombs here, they are scattered everywhere, and you need to search carefully.

Guoguo, wearing long sleeves and trousers, followed Jing Junsheng closely like a small tail, and occasionally looked back at Sun Hong, who was holding a jujube, for fear that his younger brother would be bitten by mosquitoes.After walking for a while, Jing Junsheng stopped and found that the weeds in front of the grave had been cleaned up, and there were traces of burning incense candles and paper money. "It should be my cousins ​​and aunts who came here and worshiped my mother every year." Jing Junsheng felt very grateful. Although most of the Jing family annoyed him, the cousin's family was a rare good person who knew how to repay their kindness.

Taking out the yellow paper and fruits used for offerings, Sun Hong had a serious expression, the same as when he worshiped his parents before.So after the two kowtowed, he took a deep breath and whispered to the tombstone: "Mom, I will take good care of Junsheng and the children... We are already married, you can rest assured that we will live happily."

Although no one would answer, Jing Junsheng stared at the rising white smoke, still had the illusion that his mother was looking at him tenderly, and said, "Although you may be angry, I recognize him and will live with him." Forever. Well, this is Guoguo, our eldest son, your eldest grandson. The one who is sleeping is Zaozao, who is not yet one year old, isn’t he cute? If you have something to tell me, let’s have a dream at night ,I miss you too."

Sun Hong silently clenched his hand.

Glancing at the adults, Guoguo put aside a yellow wind chime that he brought up along the way, it was a gift he wanted to give to grandma.

Before leaving, they lit the firecrackers they bought. This is a tradition in the south. After sweeping the tomb, a large roll of firecrackers must be lit, and people must leave with the sound.The noisy noise behind him slowly subsided, Jing Junsheng wiped the corners of his eyes, and happened to run into the village chief's family who came to worship.

Seeing them come back, Zou Qing was very excited, and because of this special day, he could only say a few words of concern to comfort Jing Junsheng who was obviously depressed.She also noticed the child in Sun Hong's arms, and asked in a low voice, "When was it born? How old is it?"

"It's only five or six months old, still very young." Jing Junsheng was startled at first, then calmed down, and said to her transparent and gentle eyes, "My nickname is Zaozao, she is much better than Guoguo, and she doesn't often make noise. .”

Guoguo, who has very good ears, immediately pursed her lips: "Obviously I am also very obedient and very quiet!"

Zhao Yan didn't worry about these things, and nodded to Sun Hong: "Be careful, there are many mosquitoes here, take the child back."

As they went uphill and downhill, the two families got farther and farther away, and the sky gradually became clearer.Jing Junsheng heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and said to Sun Hong: "Go back and take a wormwood bath for Guoguo and Zaozao, and then cook some moxa cake for dinner." This is a must-eat cake in the village during Qingming Festival. Wash and chop the mugwort leaves, grind them into pulp and rice noodles, add some sugar and put a leaf on it, steam it and it will be soft, waxy and sweet.Before going out, my aunt came over with a bag and insisted on giving it to them, and Jing Junsheng really didn't have time to do it, so he took it.

"Okay, do you still want to eat buckwheat?" Sun Hong asked.

Jing Junsheng took a broken twig from Guoguo's hand, and made a gesture to spank the little guy's butt. After a while, he replied, "Ah, yes, Qingming buckwheat steamed spring rolls, fresh and delicious..."

The faint sadness just now seemed to have dissipated. The family talked and laughed and walked home.

The days are just so plain.