Gong Jun is a ghost

As a post-[-]s, Xiang Cheng didn't think it was meaningful to buy so much paper money every time he visited the grave.If the underworld really existed, the economy would have been in crisis long ago due to inflation.

Staring at the paper money being swallowed by the red flames bit by bit, Xiang Cheng's cranky head gradually emptied, looking at the name on the tombstone in front of him, for a moment he even thought he remembered his father's face.

To be honest, he has very little feeling for his father, and because of his illness, he has forgotten the memory before he was eight years old. To him now, father is just a noun with no emotion.

This lack of feeling is not an awkward word, but the real literal meaning.How can we talk about feelings without the memory of getting along?

Xiang Chengbing noticed his nephew's indifference and sighed helplessly.

"Your father... he is a good patriarch."

The young man raised his head unconsciously.

Those eyes were like those of a child sitting on the bed with a helpless expression more than ten years ago.

It was a joy to see him grow up safely, but although he has not come close in recent years, he is still very clear about the general situation.

He can't agree with the way his sister-in-law and Xiaocheng get along.Not to mention the intimacy between the two, they even spoke politely.Saying they are mother and son is more like passers-by.That incident was not the elder brother's fault, and it had nothing to do with Xiao Cheng.Why do you treat your own children like this?

"Your father, he likes you very much. The smile on his face has never been broken since you were born. Everything you use is bought by him in the town. At that time, there was no road in the village, so you had to go to the town You get up before dawn, and it takes half a day to get there at the fastest on the mountain road, and the sun is already setting when you come back. Your toys, car chairs, and cradles are also made by him himself."

Xiang Cheng blinked, suppressing the inexplicable sourness.The dilapidated cradle placed in the corner of the old house, even if you just glanced at it, you can still see the care in the workmanship.

What my uncle said should be true, but so what?He doesn't even remember.

"I know you have no memory of these things, I just want to let you know that your father is the person who loves you the most in this world, but he is not in a hurry to give love to you."

……

The way down the mountain is easier than going up. Xiang Cheng walked in front, picking up the branches on both sides with a stick.What his uncle said just now made him no longer have time to observe those twigs rubbing around.

There was just one thing he still wanted to ask.

"Uncle, besides me and my cousins, are there any other children in our family?"

"What kind of child?"

Xiang Cheng tried hard to recall for a while, "I had a dream. I dreamed that there was another child in our family, who looked a few years older than me."

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Chengbing, who was walking in front, staggered and almost fell.He hurried to help.

The old man smiled uncomfortably, and laughed at himself, "I'm old, I'm old, I can't even walk steadily." Seeing Xiang Cheng frowning at him, he asked, "What did you just say?"

Xiang Cheng pressed the doubts in his heart and replied, "I dreamed that our family had an extra child."

"…Oh, you remember him?"

"That's not true, so I want to ask if you remember such a person?"

"You're talking about Xiang Xun, right? You used to like playing with him very much. He's half a year older than you, and you told him before that his brother is fine and always loves to run to our house."

"Xiang Xun? What does he look like? Is he still in Anxi now?"

"He..." He hesitated for a while when it came to this contract and continued, "He fell ill the second year after you and your mother left, and his brain was burned out with a high fever. He didn't continue to go to school, and stayed in the village all the time. .”

"Oh"

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All the way without words.The two went down the mountain to move boxes to the old house together.

The door of the old house was not locked, only ajar, and the noon sun made people dizzy.There was a burst of coolness from the crack of the door, and the two of them shivered as soon as they approached, and the heat dissipated in an instant.

Xiang Cheng rubbed his arm and pressed it down, getting goosebumps, and shouted back. Xiang Chengbing stood at the door and was hesitating whether to go in. Seeing his eldest nephew shouting, he had to bite the bullet and walk in.

The two went directly to Xiang Cheng's mother's room. When carrying the boxes, Xiang Cheng suddenly bent down and glanced under the bed.

He remembered that when he picked up the key before, he seemed to bump into something, and it was cool.Is it my own illusion?

The two went out the door with a box in their arms each.

On the road, Xiang Chengbing walked ahead quietly without saying a word, and Xiang Cheng followed closely behind. He could see that his uncle seemed to be hiding something from him.