Chapter 67 Going to the Cemetery on New Year's Eve
"The door is locked and it's pitch dark inside. There must be no one there."
People in Yancheng have the custom of keeping lights on until dawn on New Year's Eve. Even if they are too sleepy to stay up until dawn, they still have to keep a light on at home until dawn, which indicates that the coming year will be bright and smooth.
"Master Jiujin, I asked the people next to me and they said that they were happily preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. Their son, who hadn't been back for many years, was going home to celebrate the New Year. They were very happy. But for some reason, the door was suddenly locked and he disappeared.
Figure."
The butcher also threw down the door and looked through the crack of the door and listened to Di for a long time.
Although Tang Qing was mentally prepared, he still felt very disappointed. At the same time, he felt an inexplicable nervousness and panic.
Shiba, Shiba, are you really that afraid of Lao Longtou? What is your relationship with him?
Old Dragon Head, Old Dragon Head, what kind of person are you? What kind of festivals do you have with the Li family? On the day of May 7th, Mr. Li, you angrily scolded Li Zhong, but Li Cheng looked like a gentleman.
Li Li, Li Li, why did you leave Shancheng after such a good time? Did you owe a huge debt? Why did you owe a huge debt in just six months? You are the richest person in our Shancheng.
?
Tang Qing said nothing on the way back, and his steps were heavy, which was completely opposite to the urgency he felt when he left.
The butcher and the Shanghai aunt followed behind, having questions in their minds but not daring to ask any more questions.
"You guys go back first, I'll leave for a while."
Tang Qing was extremely depressed.
"Ala, I'm not in good health. I ate too much at night and it's just a good time for digestion."
"Yes, yes, you eat too much, your appearance is white, your appearance is white, it's digestion."
When the pig-killer heard what Aunt Shanghai said, he echoed it repeatedly.
"I'm really fine. You can go back."
Tang Qing turned an intersection and headed northwest, regardless of whether the Pig Killer and Shanghai Aunt were following behind or going back.
At this time, the night sky in Shancheng was harmonious and peaceful, and the festive sound of TV sets came from the windows of every house:
"Fly to spring, the spring tide is surging and the world is new."
"Flying towards spring, the spring breeze is mighty and the mountains and rivers are beautiful."
"Fly to the spring, the spring is boundless and the motherland is good."
"Fly to spring, the spring is full of Macro."
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The 2000 Millennium Spring Festival Gala has begun.
For some reason, Tang Qing doesn't like to watch those singing and dancing programs, nor does he like to watch the TV series "Qing Qing Me Me". Of course, he doesn't have the time to watch it. He is busy in the store all day long, and when he comes home at night, he just wants to sleep well.
A sleep.
"Huh? Where is she going?"
The butcher saw that Tang Qing was walking along the ring road below Lushan Park instead of going up the mountain through Lushan Park.
"Isn't it possible that Yi is going to the Li family's old house?"
The Shanghai aunt was also worried, thinking that Tang Qing was going to the Li family's old house, but she kept walking forward without knowing where she was going.
It’s also strange that after more than half a month of light rain or snow, it has actually cleared up and become somewhat warm in the past thirty nights.
After walking for a while, Tang Qing felt a little hot. He unbuttoned the old cotton-padded jacket on the outside and revealed a small cotton-padded jacket inside.
Tang Qing dresses differently from others in winter. Others usually wear a sweater behind thermal underwear, and a cotton-padded jacket or down sweater outside.
Tang Qing doesn't like to wear tight thermal underwear, and also thinks sweaters are expensive.
She wears a small cotton-padded jacket directly after a summer T-shirt in the winter. This small cotton-padded jacket is called a small cotton-padded jacket, but in fact it is a small and outdated cotton-padded jacket that she used to wear. It looks a bit ugly when worn outside, but she is reluctant to throw it away.
Just wear it inside, and wear the new cotton-padded jacket I bought in recent years outside.
Throughout the winter, Tang Qing looked more round, as round as a penguin.
Now this penguin rolled and rolled all the way to Xishan Cemetery.
"Hey, what are you doing here at Yida during the Chinese New Year?"
The Shanghai aunt stood at the entrance of the tomb passage and did not dare to go in.
"Let's wait here for Master Jiujin to come out."
The entrance to the tomb passage is also the exit. The Pig Butcher and Shanghai Auntie did not enter the tomb passage.
Tang Qing walked to the tomb passage alone. She came to her husband's tomb first.
"who?"
As Tang Qing approached her husband's cemetery, two black figures dodged one after another into the nearby cemetery.
"come out!"
Tang Qing took out his razor and walked slowly towards the cemetery where the black shadow ducked in.
"If you don't come out, I'm going to take action!"
Tang Qing's hand holding the razor was raised high, and the other hand pushed aside the cypress branches next to the tombstone.
"I'll let you pretend to be a ghost!"
Soon enough, Tang Qing chopped off a cypress branch with his razor, picked up the cypress branch with his other hand, and slapped the two black figures behind the tombstone hard.
"Don't fight, don't fight, Qing, it's us."
"It's us, it's us, Qing!"
Two old men came out from behind the tombstone.
"What are you doing here?"
Tang Qing took a closer look and saw that the two black figures turned out to be his father-in-law and mother-in-law.
"Let's go out for a walk."
"Let's take a walk. I'm too full after eating at night. Let's take a walk."
The father-in-law and mother-in-law were obviously embarrassed to see Tang Qing here. Tang Qing also knew that she knew what she was asking. Why did the father-in-law and mother-in-law come to Xishan Cemetery so late at night? Look at their son!
Losing a child in old age, sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person, is there anything sadder than this?
"Is it possible that you have been here for four years on the night of your thirties?"
This year's New Year's Eve is the fourth New Year's Eve since my husband left.
"Um."
"It's hard for you to miss him so much."
The parents-in-law stood in front of their son's grave, bursting into tears.
"He probably doesn't want you to do this!"
Tang Qing looked at his name on the tombstone, but felt at ease in his heart.
When the tombstone was being erected, her father-in-law and mother-in-law strongly opposed Tang Qing's engraving of her name on it. Her parents also advised her to think clearly. It would not be easy to erase it after it was engraved.
According to the custom in Yancheng, if the wife wants to remarry after the death of her husband, she cannot have her name engraved on the tombstone.
Tang Qing not only engraved his name on the tombstone, but also erected a tombstone for her husband in the name of his wife.
It was originally supposed to be "Dead father so-and-so, signed as son Xiaoqiang", but now it is "Dead husband so-and-so, beloved wife Tang Qing and son Xiaoqiang established", which means that Tang Qing will be the wife of her deceased husband for life and cannot remarry.
"Qing, we know you are a good boy, but you are still young after all."
"Qing, I had absolutely no other intentions last time. I did it for your own good."
Father-in-law and mother-in-law persuaded Tang Qing while wiping away tears.
"Why are you talking so much? Today is the eve of New Year's Eve. Let him go out and have a good time, play Lao K and play Pai Gow. I don't know if he has learned it. I guess he still likes to stay at home and watch the Spring Festival Gala with Xiaoqiang.
Okay, then let him watch the Spring Festival Gala with Xiaoqiang at home. I will cook him midnight snacks and allow him to drink one more bottle of beer and eat two more braised duck feet. You can eat as much as you like, I braised them this time
The saltiness is just right..."
As Tang Qing spoke, he took out two braised duck feet from his cotton-padded jacket bag and placed them in front of the tombstone.
"Son, your wife is the best in the world!"
"Son, don't worry, Xiaoqiang is fine, and we are all fine."
My mother-in-law and father-in-law burst into tears.
"Master Jiujin, are you okay?"
"Master Jiujin, what happened?"
The butcher and the Shanghai aunt heard that Tang Qing was not the only one crying, and hurried to the tomb.
"It's okay. Please send Xiaoqiang's grandparents back first."
Tang Qing walked towards the innermost part of the tomb passage.
"Master Jiujin, where are you going?"
"Pig-butcher, I asked you to send Xiaoqiang's grandparents and aunt from Shanghai back home first, then go back. Why are you talking so much?"
Tang Qing did not look back.
The pig-killer didn't dare to ask any more questions, nor did the two old men and the Shanghai aunt. They all knew Tang Qing's temper. If she didn't tell you, she would definitely not tell you again. It would be in vain for you to ask.
Tang Qing used the street lights on both sides of the cemetery to reach Master Li's tomb.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, the management probably turned on all the street lights in order to let the people lying here have a bright New Year's Eve.
"As expected, someone has been here!"
Tang Qing walked to Mr. Li's tomb and saw a pile of burned paper ash. He checked it with his hands and found the temperature. He estimated that this person had not been gone for long, and maybe he was still nearby.