"Has anyone seen the cemetery?" Old Yangtou asked.
When it came to the gravesite of his late second son, the old man's expression became lonely and his voice became much lower.
Next to her, Mrs. Tan, who was enjoying her fried rice dumplings with great gusto, suddenly felt that the food in her bowl had lost its flavor when she started to eat it with her chopsticks.
A man with white hair gives a gift to a man with black hair. Some things cannot be recalled. Once recalled, life would be worse than death.
So at this moment, the old couple felt sad, and the atmosphere in the room became depressed.
Yang Huazhong felt this atmosphere, but he couldn't change anything.
When a person is gone, he or she is gone, and it is not possible to come back to life with just a few words of comfort.
So Yang Huazhong bit the bullet and continued: "There is no need to specially invite the earth immortal. The fourth brother has led Taoist Yuan to visit the ancestral graveyard of our old Yang family in the past two days. He has already chosen a piece of land for the second brother, and That piece of land is right next to my second sister-in-law’s tomb!”
The second sister-in-law, Mrs. Yang, died of the plague that year.
At that time, the body could not be preserved, so cremation was chosen at that time.
Because many corpses were burned together, it was impossible to tell who was who. In the end, the old Yang family picked up one or two pieces of clothing that Yang had worn during his lifetime and built a tomb to pay homage to them.
Yang Huazhong gathered up his memories and then told Lao Yangtou about other arrangements for the tomb relocation:
"The time to raise the grave has already been determined. It will be a moment after tomorrow's ugly day."
"The reburial is arranged after Yin Shi, not after Mao Shi. Dad, what do you think?"
Old Yang was sitting in a wheelchair, squinting his eyes, gently moving his fingers, thinking carefully in his mind, and then nodded.
"At these hours, it's okay!"
"It's a moment after the ugly moment, it's still dark, and there's no one outside at that moment, so it's a good time to raise a grave."
"Yinshi was buried again, and there was more than an hour in between. It was perfect!"
With the approval of Old Yangtou, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Tan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Is Yongbai coming back?"
Yang Huazhong nodded: "I came back with a message, saying I'll be home this afternoon."
Yang Huaming said: "He must come back. We are moving the grave of his biological father. If his son doesn't come back, wouldn't that be extremely unfilial!"
Lao Yangtou also nodded.
Tan then asked, "Where's that girl Lan? Have you sent a message?"
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, both of them speechless at the moment.
At this time, Old Yangtou opened his mouth to help Yang Ruolan: "Lan Yatou is in a special situation. She has a long journey and two children to drag her with her. It's inconvenient to go back and forth. It doesn't matter whether she comes back or not. We won't force her."
Yang Huaming added: "Dad is right. During the holidays, Lan Yatou will come back with money and things to honor you two elders. It's considered thoughtful. Even if you can't come back this time, it doesn't matter. My second brother and second sister-in-law, Izumi Izumi, will not blame her. !”
Old Yang nodded, "Yes, as long as she lives well in Xiushui Town, your two second sisters-in-law can rest in peace. After all, when they were alive, the most painful thing was this girl Lan!"
Hearing Lao Yangtou's defense of Yang Ruolan's inability to return, Tan didn't say anything else.
Yang Ruolan's situation is different from that of other married women. Changping Village is a sad place for her.
In this place, she switched between hell and heaven. She completed the transformation from a vain girl to a woman, and the process was bloody.
Especially when she was abused by her stepmother Qian. Qian imprisoned Yang Ruolan in the abandoned small courtyard at the south end of the village, secretly collected Wang Sheng's money, and turned Yang Ruolan into Wang Sheng's plaything...
Although the matter was quickly exposed and Yang Ruolan was rescued, during those few nights when she was imprisoned and used as Wang Sheng's plaything, Yang Ruolan had to endure not only physical but also mental humiliation.
Only she can understand the heaviness of it.
For a long time, even though she was rescued again, Yang Ruolan couldn't stand the strange looks and instructions from the villagers, so she locked herself in the house and dared not see anyone.
She already regretted it, feeling regretful and remorseful for what she had done in the past, but there was no regret medicine in this world!
Although everyone in Lao Yang's family took good care of her at that time, the person who really pulled her out of the shadows was Ah Hao!
That simple, honest, responsible young man from the village at the bottom of Xiushui Town, the southernmost tip of Daqi.
After they got married, Ahao took Yang Ruolan to Xiushui Town, where he managed a restaurant and lived a good life.
It’s been more than ten years since I left!
I haven’t been back for more than ten years!
But the letters never stopped, and the filial piety to my maternal grandparents during the holidays was never forgotten.
The pair of gold bracelets that Tan secretly gave to Yang Huamei last time were bought by Yang Ruolan for Tan's birthday...
"Hey, Miss Lan, this granddaughter, the journey is too far. It's a waste of time to get a granddaughter in."
At the end, Tan sighed and said.
Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Tan, and he understood what Mrs. Tan meant. The old man said: "It can't be called vain. As long as she can live a good life, she won't come back if she doesn't come back. How can she not live her life?"
Although Mrs. Tan also understood this, the old thought always lingered in her mind, "Then we go west in the future. As the eldest granddaughter of our old Yang family, she will not be able to come back to wear sackcloth and mourn for us." ?”
Old Yangtou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are thinking too far ahead. We are still alive, so don't think so far ahead."
Tan said: "It happened after all. We are already at this age, so it doesn't matter if I think about it!"
"I don't care if she doesn't come back during the holidays. Who wants this place to make her sad? Maybe many villagers still remember what happened back then."
"But if she doesn't come back that day, it would really be unreasonable!"
Old Yangtou corrected Tan again: "People are dead, but rules are alive. If you really want to be so particular, then the boss will have to do all the work of throwing pots and holding spirits when we go and fall!"
When Lao Yangtou mentioned the late Yang Hua'an, Mr. Tan immediately lost his temper.
It is also a custom in this area for the eldest son to be a dutiful son and come to feed his parents by throwing pots and holding their spirits.
If the eldest son unfortunately dies, then it will be postponed to the second son.
But the eldest son and second son of Lao Yang are all gone. In the future, the only eldest son, Yang Huazhong, will be the filial son.
Most people can't bear the pain of having a white-haired person send a black-haired person once in their life, let alone in Lao Yang's family, they actually experienced it twice!
"What a crime!" Mrs. Tan muttered in a low voice and lowered her head to wipe her tears.
Old Yangtou also sighed deeply and did not continue the topic.
The old man then raised his head and told Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming some ideas about moving the tomb.
"...What kind of taboos are there? You have to ask Taoist Yuan clearly in advance so that you don't make any mistakes in the rush."
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