Gong Jun is a ghost

When she was in college, Ms. Zheng said that she would not continue to bear any of his expenses other than tuition and hinted that he could live independently. He moved into the dormitory without saying a word and started his hard work-study life.When choosing a major, Ms. Zheng didn't even ask half a sentence, and he did it all by himself.

This time I decided to go back, so I quickly booked the train ticket for the day, and took out the last few hundred dollars left on the bank card without keeping it at the bottom of the box.

If I had known this, I would have eaten less yesterday, and I could still buy some dry food so I wouldn’t be hungry!Xiang Cheng suddenly regretted it.

Packed a few changes of clothes into the old schoolbag dug out from the depths of the closet. The schoolbag was bought with the wages from his first job, and he walked with him for four springs and autumns, but he was not willing to throw it away.After graduation, he washed it and put it in the closet. I didn't expect it to be useful today.

Chargers, wallets, snacks, all kinds of miscellaneous things are stuffed into every corner of the school bag.

Xiang Cheng put his bag on his back and finally took a look at the rental house where he lived for a year, and made a fist: Wait for me to come back!

Anxi is located deep in the mountains in the northwest of Rongcheng. To get there, you have to take a three-hour train to reach Rongcheng, then take a two-hour bus to the area where Anxi is located, take a three-wheeled motorcycle for more than half an hour, and finally walk for a quarter of an hour. Anxi Township.

Starting at nine o'clock in the morning, Xiang Cheng didn't really set foot on the land of Anxi until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Looking at the smoke rising not far away, Xiang Cheng just got out of the car and didn't have time to express his feelings about the work and rest time of the people in the mountains. Seeing a huge exposed boulder on the side of the road, he dragged his limp body after a long day of driving and sat down.

Xiang Chengbing stood at the entrance of the village and couldn't stop looking around. The kid from the eldest brother's family suddenly called to come back today, which shocked him. It's not the New Year or the festival, why is he coming back properly?It just happened to be at this moment, and I was really anxious.

Seeing the sunset, a person finally got off the car in the distance, and sat there directly before entering the village. Xiang Chengbing's anxious head was sweating, and he ran over quickly.

It was a very fair-looking young man, sitting on the stone at the intersection with his back facing him, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and soft forearm lines, it was obvious that he hadn't done much exercise.

"Xiaocheng?"

Xiang Cheng was panting when he heard someone calling him behind him, turned around and saw that it was his uncle Xiang Chengbing, he quickly got up and stood up.

"uncle"

"Hey, are you tired? Hurry up and come back with me, your mother's meal is ready, I'm just waiting for you." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly pulled the bag on his shoulders towards himself.

"Uncle, please don't, I can carry it by myself." The old man is almost sixty, not to mention that the bag is not heavy, how can I ask him to help.Xiang Cheng held on to Bao and refused to let go.

The two dragged into the village.

Xiang Chengbing lived at the end of the village, a newly built two-story building, and as soon as Xiang Cheng entered the door, he could smell a fragrance blowing his face.

He was a little embarrassed, there were a lot of memories about his uncle's family in his messy memory.There are two daughters and no sons in his family, so he has always taken good care of him, the only male in the junior generation of the head of the Xiang clan.It can be said that Uncle Anxi is equivalent to his father.

He even quarreled with Ms. Zheng when she took him away, because he really liked his uncle and couldn't bear to leave his side.

After transferring to another school, I made new friends and had new playmates, and then gradually alienated from here.We only meet each other when I come back to visit my father's grave in Qingming every year, and I often leave in a hurry just to meet each other.

The empress is called Lin Cuilan, she is an honest person, although she doesn't talk much, she treats others kindly.

She came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with an apron, and saw her husband leading a tall boy in, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This is Xiaocheng, right? Come in quickly."

In the past two years, Qingming always came back to go to the grave and left without sitting at home. I haven't seen the child in front of me for a few years. The little boy with melon hair in my impression who made trouble everywhere has changed a lot.The tall man with broad shoulders and long legs is taller than his uncle, his face has also turned white, his eyebrows have become thicker and blacker, and his eyes are black and bright, looking with a unique spirit.

Lin Cuilan stared at her eldest nephew's waist and thought: She is too thin, why is she thinner than her?

After the empress finished speaking, she just looked at him, and Xiang Cheng was a little embarrassed because she didn't let him into the room after reading it for a long time.

"Let the baby go in! What are you looking at!" Xiang Chengbing stretched out his hand and pushed his wife.

"Oh oh oh... Whoops, come in quickly, the food is ready." After speaking, he stepped over and took Xiang Cheng's arm and walked in.

There are three dishes and one soup on the table in the main room. It seems that there are fish and meat that are specially prepared.

The three sat down, and at this moment a person walked in from a distance outside.

"Who is it?" Lin Cuilan stood up.

"It's me from the second child's family"

When Xiang Chengbing heard the voice, he frowned and looked at Xiang Cheng before quickly standing up to meet him.

Standing outside the door was a grey-haired old man, leaning on a cane in his bony hand, with a small beard on his sharp chin, standing at the door with sharp eyes.

Xiang Chengbing invites people into the room and sits down.

"Second Uncle, what is this?"

"Hehe, you eat yours, leave me alone."

Lin Cuilan looked at her husband in embarrassment, and when Xiang Chengbing nodded slightly, she got up to pour tea.

The old man took the tea and held it in his hand, and looked at the young man sitting across from him with a thoughtful look on his face.

It felt weird to be stared at while eating. Xiang Cheng felt uncomfortable, and was about to find an excuse to escape, when the old man asked, "Is this the only son of the Chengjun family?"

"Hey," Xiang Chengbing agreed, but remained silent.

The man nodded to Xiang Cheng without paying attention, and said, "Xiaocheng, right? I'm your cousin, and your grandfather and I are cousins."

Xiang Cheng called out his uncle as a promise. His grandfather's grandfather had three sons and four daughters. This uncle is one of the children. He went to other places with Ms. Zheng since he was a child, and he only came back once or twice a year. The Xiang family has a large number of people. For a face-blind person like him, it is already difficult for him to remember one or two. He really didn't pay much attention to this uncle.

"Uncle, Xiaocheng just came back today and hasn't eaten yet, look..."

"Hehe, it's the old man who came at the wrong time, don't take it for granted." The old man stroked his small beard with a smile, stared at Xiang Cheng with extremely kind eyes, and the words he spit out were indeed different.

"He's a good boy. You must stay longer when you come back this time, and walk around more with our offshoots. After all, everyone's surname is Xiang. Don't forget that we are also a family." After finishing speaking, he looked thoughtfully. He glanced at Xiang Chengbing who was sitting aside.

Xiang Cheng frowned, why did these words have a hint of provocation.

Xiang Chengbing ignored the meaning of the words and remained silent.

Seeing that no one was responding, the old man snorted softly, said goodbye and left.

Lin Cuilan, who had been standing by the table, was relieved and sat down.

The atmosphere was a bit weird for a while, Xiang Cheng held the bowl and was speechless for a moment, then glanced at his uncle's expressionless face, lowered his head and quickly slumped down to eat.He has been outside for so many years and doesn't say anything else. He is still very accurate about the situation. Now it is obvious that he and this uncle have a private relationship, and they can't directly say it in front of him. Both sides are secretly. Rivalry.

"When are you leaving?" Xiang Chengbing took a sip of his wine and looked at his nephew who was eating sullenly.

Xiang Cheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked up in surprise. He asked this question, as if he didn't want him to stay.

"Tomorrow? When I go back to the old house to get my things, I'll go up the mountain tomorrow to put a grave for my dad."

"It's fine to go to the grave, but it's not a holiday, and it's the hottest time now, so be careful of heatstroke."

"...It's okay, I'll go up and kowtow to him before coming down."

"Listen to uncle, don't go. Besides, you came back suddenly, and the old house has not been cleaned up in time. Where do you live? I will ask the village car to take you to the town later. The conditions are better there, and there are many places to play."

When Xiang Cheng thought about it, it was true that the old house had not been lived in for more than ten years, and there were two girls in his uncle's house, so there was no place to sleep if he wanted to live there for two days.You can't sleep in the room of two younger sisters, can you?To be honest, he can lay a bed on the floor for one night as a big man, but seeing that his uncle refused so obviously, he can't talk about staying anymore, and it doesn't matter that his father's grave is on the New Year's Eve.

Thinking of this, he no longer persisted, nodded indifferently and continued to eat.

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Note: On the author's side, the uncle's wife is generally called Empress