February 14, 1995, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lantern Festival.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Du Qiu left the house and first walked to the small river in the village, and then walked southeast along the river bank. He was wearing a bloated long down jacket, a fluffy dog-skin hat, and thick and large cotton gloves. His shape was a bit funny, but it was very down-to-earth and warm. When passing by the big willow tree, he met several idle men who were chiseling ice in the fish pond by the river. One of them was Huang Dashan who ran to report the news on the day he came back. He asked loudly in a familiar way: "Qiuzi, what are you doing?"

"I have nothing to do, just hang out for a while."

"I have nothing to do to fish. The fish is fat in winter and it's easy to fish. I'll have a big bucket at a time. After fishing, I'll go to my house to drink fish soup in the evening."

"Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. How could Qiuzi go to your house for dinner? Do you want him to cook for you?"

"Hehe, Qiuzi is indeed a good cook. It is much better than what my wife cooks. When will you leave tomorrow?"

"Leave at 9 o'clock in the morning and catch the train at 4:30 pm." Du Qiu stood under the big willow tree and chatted with them for a while, and said, "You can fish first, I'll go to the Qingshiyan to take a walk."

"There is nothing to visit there, just a piece of stone and a well."

"Anyway, I'm just wandering around, just take a look."

Du Qiu stepped on knee-high snow and passed through the rice fields of several families. After climbing a small slope, he saw a small hill. In the northwest corner of the mountain, there was a sudden cliff, about seven or eight meters high, at a right angle of 90 degrees to the ground, as smooth as a mirror, as if someone had cut a piece of the mountain with a knife. There was a well made of stone beside the cliff. The wellhead was only slightly higher than the ground and there were no guardrails around. The outdoor temperature was already below minus 20 degrees, but the well water was not frozen, clear and clean, like a mirror.

My uncle fell from here...

I hope his spirit in heaven can rest in peace...

Du Qiu stood by the well, closed his eyes, closed his hands, and prayed for a few minutes before turning around and leaving. He walked home from another road. He had been here four times. The first time was when he compared DNA after discovering the remains in 2011. The second time was the second day after returning to his hometown, the third time was on New Year's Eve, and the fourth time was today. He was leaving his hometown to return to Yuncheng tomorrow. He came here to express his condolences.

The pool where the remains were found was at least seventy or eighty kilometers away. It was necessary to cross four peaks with an altitude of six or seven hundred meters. The road was deserted, not only without highways, but also without even mountain trails. If it weren't for the geological science expedition team in 2011, no one would have discovered the secret of Du Qiushi's disappearance.

Of course, Du Qiu could not allow his uncle's remains to remain in the wilderness, but now the snow is blocking the mountain and cannot be searched. Therefore, he planned to wait until the snow melts in spring, and bring the remains back alone and bury them next to his grandmother's grave, so that his uncle and mother can be with him and buried in peace.

When he returned to the door, Du Qiu saw Lin Dawei standing in front of the old houses smoking, standing in front of the old houses, and asking, "Brother-in-law, what are you looking at?"

"When I built a new house in 1992, I planned to push these old houses. Our father disagreed and said that the ancestral home should not be moved lightly." Lin Dawei spitted out a long smoke ring and said, "Actually, he was afraid that you would not find your home if you came back."

Du Qiuran said that these old houses were built in the 1950s and were already dangerous in the 1990s. However, under the insistence of my grandfather, no one dared to demolish them and let them stand in the wind and rain. After his grandfather passed away in 2008, his mother would come back to find someone to repair them every year. After his mother passed away in 2010, his father took him back to repair them. He was not demolished until the truth was discovered the next year.

"I used to live in this room, your sister lived in that room... That room used to be a barn, and I often caught mice in it... Our dad lives in that room, and he watched your sister and I do my homework every night, and he was not allowed to go to bed until 10 o'clock."

Lin Dawei introduced several rooms as he knew, and then sighed with regret: "Your sister just proposed to demolish the old house, but our father agreed and said that when the spring freezes, he would find someone to demolish it. I was a little reluctant to leave it, so I came out to take a look and take a few photos to keep it as a souvenir."

Du Qiu continued to remain silent. These old houses are a beacon to illuminate hope for grandpa and mother. Although the hope is slim, they always bring some comfort. For fathers, these old houses are a warm home and a bond of the soul.

Lin Dawei was not from Heping Village. He used to live in the town. In 1979, he was admitted to junior high school with the first place in the town. Unexpectedly, his parents encountered a mudslide while collecting herbs in the mountains in the autumn. Both of them were killed. After their parents passed away, their brother and sister-in-law were not willing to support him in school, but even the most basic food and clothing had to be deducted. Lin Dawei had to drop out of school and stay at home and rely on helping others to make a living. In the winter, there was no decent cotton jacket, and he could only go out with a broken quilt. After Du Qiushi disappeared in 1980, his grandfather heard about his experience and became a jealous son-in-law, so he recruited him as a son-in-law to raise him, and then everything he has now.

The people in the countryside are simple and pay close attention to gratitude. In the time and space before traveling through time, after the news of Lin Dawei and Du Chunhua's divorce spread, almost everyone they knew pointed at him and scolded him for being ungrateful. It was better to be a pig or dog. Several neighbors even took action and beat him up to death. If Du Chunhua hadn't arrived in time and stopped him, he would have lost his life.

However, there are many kinds of feelings. Family affection is family affection, kindness is kindness, and love is love. Confusing it will only make all three taste different. The father and mother have already distinguished their feelings, and each forgives each other and sincerely wish each other happiness. The outsider's fingers are not worth worrying about. The only obstacle now is the family affection between grandfather and his parents. If grandfather does not nod, his father would rather die than divorce, and his mother would never dare to divorce.

"Brother-in-law, what should I call you after you said tonight?"

"It's easy. If you want to call your brother-in-law, keep calling. If you don't want to call, call Viagra or Big Viagra."

What is the difference between Big Viagra and Viagra...

It doesn’t matter now. After Viagra went public in 1998, it was a little embarrassed...

"My sister said she always treats you as a younger brother. Why don't you recognize your father and get fucked at night and I'll call you brother directly from now on."

Lin Dawei said he wanted to quit smoking when he left Yuncheng, but after returning to his hometown, he smoked even more powerfully. He kept smoking every day. Obviously, he was under great mental pressure. He smoked two of them just now. He took out one more and lit it with the butt of the cigarette, and said, "Actually, I have long regarded our dad as my dear father. It's good to accept the kids, but I'm afraid that our dad can't figure it out. After all, the son-in-law is half a son, and the godson is always the son of an outsider."

"Why would you change Jinyan to his surname Du?"

"Jinyan should have the surname Du. After the divorce, he will definitely follow your sister. I will not be my turn to talk." Lin Dawei lowered his head and vomited a long breath of cigarette, trying to cover the tears at the corners of his eyes with the storm of smoke. His voice was a little hoarse, saying, "Before Jinyan was born, our father heard someone telling jokes and ridicule me, saying that no matter how good I study and how good I can make money, he is just a useless son-in-law. After Jinyan was born, he went to Yuncheng in person, filled in my surname on the birth certificate, and then took the certificate home and posted it on the wall of the main hall, so that everyone could see that our father would rather lose his face than save my face, but I have never given him back, even if it is not one ten thousand, alas..."

Lin Dawei said this story several times before the time travel, and he was sad and guilty every time. This unforgettable gratitude is very personal. No one can comfort or comfort him. Du Qiu had to sigh and his brain was running at a high speed, thinking about how to help his father make up for this knot. In the time and space before the time travel, after his parents divorced, although his grandfather never said that his father was wrong, and he never forbidden to visit and respect him every few days, he always had a dark face and rarely talked to him.

Du Qiu knew that he had not yet returned home for a short time and had not yet established an image of being able to take on the role of the main and being the one who was independent, and had no weight in speaking. When his father and mother made a clear relationship at night, his grandfather would drive him away 100% and could not attend such meetings involving huge family changes, so he could only help him think about it.

But my grandfather's temper is indeed as tough and harsh as my mother said, and he is not in a state of oil and salt. He is also stern in his face all day long and does not show his emotions. He has no way to guess his thoughts and cannot prescribe the right medicine. Du Qiu has been thinking about a lot of whimsical ideas these days, but his father or mother thinks it is a bad idea and is completely unfeasible. At this moment, he came up with a new idea and said, "Brother-in-law, why don't you just change your surname to Du."

It’s nothing to change a child’s surname, but it’s not a trivial matter for an adult to change his surname. Lin Dawei was a little surprised and turned his head to look at him, forgetting to smoke.

"In the past, our dad raised you to adulthood. Now you change your surname to help your dad spend his life in the old age and see him off. After he leaves, he will change it back. This way, the grudges and grudges are clear and they will not owe each other, which is a good story." Du Qiu felt that this new idea seemed good, so he added: "Don't change the surname on the household registration, just change it verbally. Just open a rehearsal like I did that day and announce it to everyone. It's just a matter of meaning, so that our dad and neighbors will have a way out, so as not to get hurt by divorce."

Lin Dawei seemed to think that this idea was good and was not a bad idea, so he flicked his finger and put the half-drawn cigarette into the snow pile, saying, "I'll go back and discuss it with your sister to see if it's OK."

"What is my sister doing?"

"I'm making the gold, silver and iron lamps I'll give tonight."

Many places in China retain the custom of giving lanterns to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Some places send lanterns, and some places send paper lanterns. They each have their own methods and their own meanings. Many places in the Northeast send noodle lamps. Those made of corn flour are called gold lamps, those made of wheat flour are called silver lamps, and those made of soba noodles are called iron lamps. After steaming, the lamp oil is poured in, and the wicks are put on, and to the various places of the house, the roads at the door, and the graves of ancestors and deceased relatives, pray for blessings and express their longing.

Du Chunhua was using a washbasin and dough in the kitchen. After hearing the idea, she said, "Dawei, I don't object to this matter. As long as you don't feel wronged, our dad will accept it."

"I have nothing wronged. I will just say that to our dad at night."

At this time, someone outside the yard called Lin Dawei. He hurriedly explained a few words and left. Du Qiu stayed in the kitchen to help. Du Chunhua kneaded the dough and said with a smile: "Brother, you care about this brother-in-law very much. You actually want to be fucking brothers with him."

I have to worry about it! That's my real father. If I don't think of a way to tie my feelings and become a passerby in the future, wouldn't it be awful...
Chapter completed!