A bridge connects the north and south, shortening the distance from ancient Chang'an to the frontier fortress. Vehicles shuttle back and forth on the bridge, adding a lot of beauty to the ancient mountain village.

A small group of cars got off the highway, turned into the village, and stopped at the door of my yard. The first person to walk into the yard was an old general who was over seventy years old. The general stepped aside to help his son, and walked quickly to the front of the mourning hall.

, burned a stick of incense, bowed respectfully, and then prepared to kneel down, but my mother reached out to support her, and said with tears: "Uncle, it's not easy for you to come to offer sacrifices. You must not kneel down."

The general helped his mother sit on the chair next to him, and according to the local custom, he shouted loudly: Music starts - With the sad music played by the suona, under the auspices of the master of ceremonies, the general kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and in front of his father's soul

The whole ceremony was performed.

...It was a bloody era, and the Japanese invaded most of China. A widow (my grandmother) took in two orphans, one was the general Wang Tiedan (pseudonym), and the other was his father. Later, my grandmother

When they fell ill, in order to treat their grandmother, the brothers borrowed a loan from Hu Erbao at a high interest rate. In the fall, the Kuomintang drafted Ding (grabbing young men). Hu Erbao had two sons. According to the regulations, one of the two sons was selected. Hu Erbao did not want his son to be cannon fodder.

, so they went to collect debts from the two children. The two brothers saw through Hu Erbao's tricks, but they were unable to do anything. Dad and uncle argued for a day, fighting to sell young men to pay off the debts. Dad was a little older, and he later became a general.

The uncle suggested drawing lots, but in the end, the father used some tricks to deceive his younger brother and sold the young man instead of Hu Erbao's son.

More than half a year after my father left, grandma died. My uncle rolled up grandma with a broken reed mat on the kang, dug a deep pit and buried her. Then he slapped his butt and went to Yan'an.

After my uncle finished his kneeling ceremony, I kowtowed to him. Suddenly, my mother shouted, "Nanba, look, your father's mouth is open!"

Dad, you must be unwilling to leave, and you still have many wishes and regrets. My uncle is back, and I sat down with him. The two brothers had a long talk. I saw that your uncle put his ear on your mouth, wanting to hear your call.

...Dad, the journey back is long, and the wait comes once in a thousand years. I am destined to be your son, and you are my forever father!

The yellow sand blows away the years, blowing away the everlasting longing. At that time, you were riding on my neck and told me the beautiful legend of the carp in the Yellow River: the trackers on the bank of the Yellow River were kidnapped by the officials, and the carp tried to save itself

My husband traveled eight thousand miles through the clouds and moons, praying to my father to send heavenly soldiers... I know that the Yellow River carp in your mind is your mother. In order to rescue your father, your mother traveled a thousand miles to Ankang, and found the girl who was in Ankang back then.

The uncle who was the commander of the military division... The uncle was so eager to save my father that he switched between two horses and drove around the clock. Finally, before the county magistrate ordered the execution, he rushed back to Fengqi and rescued my father from gunpoint. For this reason,

During the Cultural Revolution, my uncle had his ribs broken by the Red Guards. One of the charges was that he protected his "counterrevolutionary" father.

The past is like smoke, and it is difficult to look back. Two different paths in life have created a pair of brothers with different destinies. Now, the younger brother who became a general of the Communist Party kneels down to an older brother who was once a veteran of the Kuomintang, offering sacrifices to those lost years, and occasionally paying homage to them.

There are some regrets and confessions. I remember you once said that in the vast river of history, people are just passers-by, coming and going in a hurry; I remember you once said that when you lift up the loess mixed with water, it will transform.

As an adult, after a person falls, he returns to loess. Some people leave a mark on the wall of history, while others turn into smoke and dust or a wisp of breeze. But I am unwilling to accept it and always want to be there in the unpredictable place.

Looking for your footprints and your figure in the flowing clouds.
Chapter completed!