On New Year's Eve, Mo Tingyu went to the graves of Mo Ziyuan's parents with the prepared scented wax paper money and sacrifices.
This year's sacrifice was the most abundant, including a large piece of cooked pork, specially bought fruits, and a jug of wine.
Whether it is Mo Cong and his wife's birthday, death anniversary, Qingming Festival, or every New Year's Eve, Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi will take Mo Ziwan to burn paper for them.
This year is the same. The couple prepared the things they would need early and just waited for the day to arrive before going.
After breakfast, Mo Ziwan said, "Grandpa, grandma, I'm done eating. Let's go see my parents!"
"Okay!" No matter how long it took, whenever Song Nanzhi was mentioned again, he would always let out a long sigh.
After sighing, he said again: "Your father and I took the things and left."
"Okay, I'll go out and wait for you." After Mo Ziwan said that, she walked out of the house.
"Qingyuan, you and Mo Li are waiting at home. We will be back in a moment."
"Okay." The two responded.
New Year's Eve should be a happy day, but every year they spend it in a deserted way. It finally became lively this year, but when I thought that my son, wife, and granddaughter were no longer here, my originally happy mood because my family was living a good life suddenly became depressed.
Mo Tingyu's voice also became heavier. He looked at Mo Ziwan who ran out of the house and said to the old woman, "It snowed again last night. The road is a bit slippery today. You can hold Mo Ziwan away while I get the things."
"Then go and get it." Song Nanzhi said and followed him out of the house. When he left the house, he saw that Mo Ziwan had already run to the roadside. He hurriedly shouted: "Wanwan, it snowed last night and the road was a little slippery. You Slower."
Mo Ziwan just came out of the yard to see if there was any snow on the roadside. There was some snow, but there was too little.
The few ones don't look like snow, but rather like someone accidentally sprinkled the salt they bought on the road.
In my previous life, I lived in the south. Apart from going to snowy places to enjoy the snow in winter, I had never seen snow where I lived.
It has actually rained a few times occasionally, but the falling snow is not like dandruff, but like salt grains. When you reach out to catch it, if you look down slowly, you can only see a small drop of water. So don’t even think about snowy scenes like snowflakes and vast expanse of white.
After Song Nanzhi's voice, Mo Ziwan stopped looking at the snow. There was really nothing interesting to see. She turned back to the yard and said, "Okay."
After Mo Tingyu came out with the basket, the three of them continued walking to the road outside the yard.
On the way, Mo Ziwan kept looking for something to say in order to distract the two of them, "Grandma! What delicious food should we eat tonight?"
"You little glutton, what do you want to eat?" After listening to his granddaughter's voice, a smile appeared on Song Nanzhi's melancholy face.
"Uncle Liu said that eating more will make you grow faster. I want to grow up quickly so that I can take care of my grandparents when I grow up."
"Okay, eat more. Grandma will prepare delicious food for my sweet granddaughter when she gets back soon."
All the way to the grave of Mo Cong and his wife, Mo Ziwan stopped talking to the two elders. As soon as she reached the grave, Mo Ziwan let go of Song Nanzhi's hand and knelt down in front of the grave proactively, "Dad, mother, my grandparents and I I’m here to see you.” After calling the two old men, he added in his mind, “Little friend Mo, my sister is here to see you.”
"Dad, Mom, our family has a big workshop. We opened it with our godfather and uncles. We made a lot of money. Our godfather also sent us people to help us work, and our grandparents didn't need it either. Thank you for your hard work."
After Mo Ziwan knelt down, she began to talk about the changes in her family. While she was talking, Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi put out the sacrifices from the basket.
Even though Mo Ziyuan racked her brains on the way to make the two of them feel better, when they arrived at the place and saw the grave in front of them, Song Nanzhi's eyes turned red. She held back her tears and laid out the sacrifices before looking up at the grave again. "Cong'er, my parents brought Wanwan to see you. We are all fine."
After saying "very good", Song Nanzhi's voice couldn't speak anymore. Mo Tingyu patted his old wife on the back and said, "With Wan Wan accompanying us, we are living a good life. The family has made money this year, and I will give it to you too."
Brought some. "
Song Nanzhi wiped away her tears and continued, "It's all Wan Wan's intention. She bought these fruits from Beijing. They have never been eaten before. Wan Wan said she would bring them for you to try too."
Seeing Song Nanzhi crying again, Mo Ziyuan turned around and hugged Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, don't cry. My parents heard me say that we were doing well, and they were also happy. They also asked me to take good care of you, so that you don't have to do anything again in the future." I miss them, they are living a good life in heaven, they can look at us every day." Mo Ziwan used the words of adults to comfort children, and in turn comforted grandparents.
Not only did these words not comfort Song Nanzhi, but they made Song Nanzhi feel sour again, "It would be great if your parents could really hear what you said, and if they could really watch us from the sky."
"If your father really has a soul in heaven, he should take revenge for hurting him back then. He will kill whoever beat him to death."
"I'm just such a son!"
"Okay, Wanwan is still here, don't scare Wanwan."
Mo Ziwan had heard something about her father being beaten by others, but she didn't know the details. Over the years, her grandma had never said it to her face, "Grandpa, I'm not afraid."
"I want to know who beat my father? When I grow up, I will avenge my father!"
"No!" Mo Tingyu said immediately after hearing Mo Ziyuan's words, and his voice became serious, "Wanwan, listen, your father is sick and has died. No one will beat him, and you will not do it in the future. Just ask."
"But grandma just said that someone beat my father to death." Mo Ziyuan wanted to know and wanted to avenge them in the future. This was the life of a family of three!
"Your grandma is talking nonsense, don't listen to your grandma."
Song Nanzhi also came to his senses, turned around and hugged Mo Ziwan, "Grandma just missed your parents so much that she went crazy, so she just said nonsense."
"Grandma listens to you. I won't miss your parents anymore. It's enough that you stay with your grandparents."
well! How do you know this!
forget it! I'll talk about it later. Anyway, I'm still young and can't even protect myself. Even if I know, it won't help!
Don't be in a hurry, take your time, wait a few years, when you grow up and have strength, it's not too late to ask again, so I pretended to be obedient and responded to Song Nanzhi's words, "Grandma is obedient, so is Wan Wan. Wan Wan doesn't want to Grandma cried, but grandma stopped crying."
"Okay, don't cry. Grandma won't cry anymore." She said she didn't cry, but the tears kept rolling down.
"Wan Wan, come and offer incense to your parents." Mo Tingyu first lit the wax he brought and stuck it on the ground, then lit the incense.
Mo Ziwan took two steps and walked to Mo Tingyu. After taking the incense, she went to Mo Cong's grave and knelt down without any further instructions. After kowtowing three times, she inserted the incense in front of the candle.
After worshiping the father, he worships the mother again. He holds the same three sticks of incense in his hand and kowtows again and again.
After paying homage to the two of them, she squatted next to Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi and burned the paper money. While burning the paper, Mo Ziyuan did not continue talking. She only listened to her grandmother talking about the money burned this time. If it's too much, don't be frugal over there. Use it when you need it. If it's gone, give it to her in a dream and she'll burn it again.
After a while, he said that he brought some meat that he liked and some fruits that he had never eaten before. If he thought they were delicious, he would bring them to them next time.
After talking about the food, he recounted the things at home, the long list of things he had just talked about, over and over again, one by one.
Grandma muttered, and Grandpa said from time to time, "Don't worry, we are all in good health. You can take care of yourselves over there, and ask them to bless Mo Ziwan." I wish her to grow up healthily and not to be bullied by bad people.
After a large pile of paper money was burned down to only a small pile, Mo Tingyu stopped Song Nanzhi from continuing to mutter, "Okay, it's almost done. I'll burn the rest. You go first." Go to the intersection and wait for me."
After speaking to Song Nanzhi, Mo Tingyu turned to Mo Ziyuan and said: "Wanwan, don't burn it, go and kowtow to your parents again."
, just say that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, wish them a happy New Year and let them bless you safely. "
Mo Ziwan knew that he wanted to get away from her and talk to them alone, so she nodded obediently, "Okay."
After Mo Ziyuan finished kowtowing, Mo Tingyu said again: "Go to the intersection with your grandma and wait for me."
When Mo Tingyu saw the old woman's eyes red and reluctant to walk away, he felt uncomfortable.
Why didn't he want to avenge his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter? He wanted to use a knife to cut off all their flesh one by one and feed it to the dogs.
But how can they report it? They are rich and powerful, but he can't find them no matter how hard he tries! I can only feel sorry for my son and his wife. He has no future and cannot avenge them. Although Wanwan has good intentions and is very smart, no matter how smart she is, there is nothing she can do against the bully.
His son, wife, and granddaughter were all gone, and he didn't want anything to happen to Wanwan again.
Knowing that he wanted to stay alone and say something that she couldn't listen to her parents, Mo Ziyuan obediently obeyed, knelt upright in front of the grave and kowtowed to the two of them respectively. Then she got up and pulled Song Nanzhi and said, "Grandma, Let’s go to the intersection and wait for Grandpa.”
"Okay." Song Nanzhi stood up weakly and walked towards the intersection with heavy steps.
When Mo Tingyu saw the two of them walking away, he let the tears that he had held back in his eyes for a long time roll down, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your mother just misses you so much. It's all because of your father's lack of success and his inability to beat you." If someone arrests you and you have a spirit in heaven, just follow your mother's instructions and go find whoever can beat you."
After saying that, he looked at the little bumpkin next to him that was almost level with the ground, "Wanwan, my granddaughter, you left before grandpa could take good care of you."
"It's okay to go, go to your parents. They will take care of you, and your grandparents will feel relieved."
After talking to himself for a long time,
