Xiao Sheng's memory of her parents has been blurred. She was too young when she was orphaned, and she really cannot retain those feelings to this day.
But Xia Ge was different. He was her most important companion on the journey from girlhood to adulthood. Even if the flesh and blood were removed, those memories were still hidden in the bone marrow.
She sat next to the tombstone and was silent several times, but stopped talking.
Gong Shiheng only heard a few words from her, but he stayed up for half an hour.
"Let's go now. I'll come see you later. I also want to see my parents."
Before the sun was about to turn hot, Xiao Sheng stood up and went up to help Xia Ge wipe the photo on the tombstone.
After she retreated to Gong Shiheng, Gong Shiheng said "Wait a minute" to her, then stepped forward and bowed deeply.
There was silence around him. Xiao Sheng watched him bend over with complicated emotions.
After a moment, he straightened up and went to hold her hand, "Let's go see your parents."
"good."
"Let's go." She said again in the direction of the tombstone.
The two of them walked down and slowly walked down the steps.
Gong Shiheng asked: "Why aren't your parents buried here?"
Xiao Sheng said: "My father was a serious martyr and should be buried here. My mother basically committed suicide. Logically speaking, she couldn't. The nanny and grandma made the decision and buried them together."
Gong Shiheng nodded.
The cemetery is solemn and solemn. Even if there is no sunshine, there is no sense of gloom.
After Xiao Sheng saw Xia Ge, he felt much more relaxed. He followed Gong Shiheng and said, "You don't know, I was quite afraid of Qingming when I was a child."
"Because of your parents?"
She shook her head, "Because I'm afraid of rushing to the venue."
Miya Shiheng remained silent, understanding what she meant.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said in a joking tone: "You would never imagine that when someone prepares sacrifices during the Qingming Festival, neither of them can take them. Especially after my parents passed away, everything big and small was in Grandma Yang's hands.
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She glanced at Gong Shiheng and explained: "The nanny's surname is Yang."
Gong Shiheng nodded, "I know."
"She has been in our home for a long time, and she is unlucky enough. It is said that my great-grandfather and his friends picked her up when she was a child. She has been in our home since then, and she has given away her great-grandfather, grandma, and her younger grandfather.
Grandma, I finally sent my parents away, and on Qingming Festival, I had to visit their graves together, which was really tiring."
Gong Shiheng calmly squeezed her hand and responded, indicating that he was listening.
Xiao Sheng said silently, walked outside the garden, and followed him into the car.
"Go back to pick up your grandma now?" Gong Shiheng asked.
Xiao Sheng nodded, "She probably has a lot of things prepared. The trunk may not fit in them. She had to hire someone to help her before."
Gong Shiheng said: "I have people waiting at your door."
"Oh." She gave him a thumbs up, "Wise."
Gong Shiheng started the car and slowly left the park.
When we arrived at the door of Xiao's house, we saw someone helping the old lady get her things.
The elderly attach great importance to these things, and the things they prepare are all the same.
"Grandma, you are not allowed to burn paper money now." Xiao Sheng looked at the bag of ingots and said helplessly.
The old lady made a shushing gesture towards her, shakily put her pockets in, and whispered: "You burn quietly, don't let the administrator watch."
Xiao Sheng: "..."
She spread her hands towards Gong Shiheng and walked to him, "You can burn it later."
Gong Shiheng glanced at her, "Are you still afraid?"
Xiao Sheng curled his lips and said: "Before, when I was at home, I would get burned every year. I would be caught by the same administrator every year, and I would always be given ideological education."