half thorns, half joy

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Qingming. After listening to Xiao Zihan's suggestion, Tang Xuan thought about it a lot.

She finally made up her mind, not to be swayed by the endless stream of draft requests and advertising cooperation, and determined to create a unique account that she wanted to make. The focus was still on the manuscript she wrote every week, not asking for more, but asking for precision.

As for the assistant, Tang Xuan also decided to recruit one. She will help her deal with it online for the time being, and then find an office when she has the next step.

As for the candidate for the assistant, the editor under her also said that she had a recommendation after hearing that she wanted to find one.

It would be best to have acquaintances recommend it, so Tang Xuan accepted the editor's advice and said that the phone interview would be after the Ching Ming Festival.

As a legal holiday, Ching Ming Festival is of course a holiday.

Early in the morning, the Xiao residence became busy.

Zhao Suizhi put on a small black suit for Xiaoyuebai, and even the little baby took off the usual gaudy bibs and put on a dark one.

In addition, flowers and fruits, incense candles, money, wine, and paper money for the sacrifice are also prepared one by one.

When Tang Xuan and Xiao Zihan changed into their clothes and went downstairs, everything was ready.

"Let's leave early and go after breakfast." Zhao Suizhi said, "Go early and return early. When you come back, pack up and catch the plane."

Tang Xuan didn't say a word, she watched the nanny move the things to the grave into the car with no expression.

It has been two years since Xiao Zihan's death. During these two years, Tang Xuan never once visited Xiao Mingyuan's grave, nor did she even burn a stick of incense for Xiao Mingyuan.

What made Tang Xuan comfortable was that Xiao Zihan didn't try to persuade her, but let her slowly get out of the hatred and pain.

With the passage of time, Tang Xuan seems to have really come out now.

What was certain was that even if Xiao Mingyuan died, she would not be able to forgive Xiao Mingyuan, but she, Zhao Suizhi and Xiao Zihan were in the same family, so she had to accept that she and Xiao Zihan were also in the same family.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with sweeping the grave of an unforgiving family member.

The driver drove, and when he arrived at the cemetery, it was drizzling, but he responded to the poem: It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to die.

Tang Xuan looked around. In this huge cemetery, only this side was a luxurious cemetery, surrounded by greenery, quiet and peaceful, in stark contrast to other crowded and small cemeteries.

The driver stood far away and did not come over. Xiao Zihan bent over to clean the cemetery with a small broom.

After all, it was in the cemetery, the atmosphere was naturally heavy, and no one spoke. Zhao Suizhi held the baby in one hand and held an umbrella in the other.

Xiao Yuebai grabbed Zhao Suizhi's clothes and stared at him with big bright eyes.

After a while, Xiao Zihan finished sweeping. He took out the prepared sacrificial gifts from the bag, placed them in front of the tomb one by one, lit incense candles, and first lit a stick of incense for the land of the mountain god, and then called others to go over.

There is a layer of stone slabs in front of the tombstone, which is specially laid for people to worship.

Originally, this layer of slate was wet from the drizzle, but it had been carefully wiped dry by Xiao Zihan just now.

Zhao Suizhi held an umbrella for the baby, and knelt down holding the baby. Seeing this, Xiao Yuebai also knelt down in a dignified manner.

Tang Xuan looked at all of these things in harmony, and looked down at the two ignorant children, feeling turbulent in her heart.

She stood alone for a moment, then knelt down next to Zhao Suizhi.

"Mom, it's inconvenient for you to hold the baby. Let me hold an umbrella for you." Tang Xuan didn't say she was holding the baby because she knew that Zhao Suizhi wanted to show Xiao Mingyuan his little grandson.

Zhao Suizhi hummed and gave the umbrella to Tang Xuan.

So, the whole family knelt in front of Xiao Mingyuan's tomb. Zhao Suizhi held the child, Tang Xuan held an umbrella for the child, and Xiao Zihan knelt in the middle, offering incense and flowers, and lighting the paper money.

After the pot of paper money was burned out, he took out another bottle of wine, opened it and spilled the wine on the ground.

"Dad, it's all what you like to eat and drink. Mom got up early in the morning and prepared it for you. You can eat and drink."

As Xiao Zihan said, he went to the greenery to get some soil, and patted it on both sides of the tomb. This action of cultivating the soil meant "repairing a house and building a house". Tang Xuan's hometown also had this custom.

After finishing all this, Xiao Zihan turned his head to Zhao Suizhi and Tang Xuan and said, "Okay, let's kowtow."

Tang Xuan gritted her teeth and watched Xiao Zihan bend down to kowtow. After all, her love for Xiao Zihan overcame the hatred in her heart.

She closed her eyes, bent down and kowtowed three times.

"Mingyuan, I brought my grandsons to see you. One is Xiao Yuebai and the other is Xiao Fengqing. Both are sons and grandchildren. Our Xiao family has successors, so you can feel at ease down here."

"If you weren't so stubborn and stubborn, you would be able to see your grandson with your own eyes now. Mingyuan, our two grandsons are very obedient, obedient and smart, so you can rest assured."

Zhao Suizhi babbled a lot, his voice was choked with sobs and his eyes were red, until he was about to cry, he closed his mouth, hugged the baby and kowtowed.

"Yuebai, kowtow." Tang Xuan reminded Xiao Yuebai who was staring blankly.

Xiao Yuebai let out a cry, propped her hands on her side, and kowtowed three times.

Xiao Zihan knelt straight, turned his head and said seriously to Xiao Yuebai: "Yuebai, call me Grandpa."

"Grandpa..." Xiao Yuebai was still young after all. Although he was clever and clever, he didn't know what the cemetery was and what he was doing. He tilted his head, looked at the mound behind the tombstone, and asked curiously: "Dad, Is grandpa in there?"

"Ah."

"Then tell grandpa to come out." Xiao Yuebai continued, tilting her head.

Xiao Zihan felt sore, and sighed with a wry smile: "My baby, grandpa can't come out."

"why?"

Xiao Zihan didn't answer, but stood up.

After prostrating, the tomb sweeping is basically completed.

Afterwards, Tang Xuan also supported the depressed Zhao Suizhi to stand up, the drizzle stopped, Tang Xuan also put away the umbrella, and took the baby from Zhao Suizhi's arms.

"It will be ready soon, you guys go first." Xiao Zihan went to the nearby greenery and broke off a few tender green branches, and put them next to Xiao Mingyuan's tomb, pressed paper money beside him, and hung the grave marker.

In the end, it was a farewell cannon.

Fearing that the firecrackers would scare the baby, Zhao Suizhi and Tang Xuan left first. The two stood at the driver's station and watched Xiao Zihan set off the firecrackers from a distance before leaving together after Xiao Zihan passed by.

Although it was raining, there were not many people who came to sweep the grave. When we left the cemetery and walked towards the parking lot, we met many people along the way.

"What time is our plane ticket in the afternoon?" Tang Xuan asked Xiao Zihan.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon." Xiao Zihan looked at Tang Xuan, "What's wrong?"

Tang Xuan raised her head, looked at the gray sky, and said calmly, "I want to go to my cousin's cemetery before I leave."

Xiao Zihan raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "It's nine o'clock now, let's go home and have some dinner, and then go, there's still time, if it's really too late, we can go directly to the airport after we finish."

"How about..." Tang Xuan glanced at the sleepy baby in her arms, and suggested, "Why don't you take the baby home first, I'll go by myself, and I'll go home after I'm done. It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Xiao Zihan was silent for a moment, and did not agree with Tang Xuan's proposal, but said, "Go home first."

"Row."

Tomb-sweeping Day was a sad festival, and Tang Xuan didn't want to have any conflicts with Xiao Zihan on this kind of festival, so she didn't insist.

She knew that her proposal just now was a bit selfish, after all, she hadn't taken Xiao Zihan to her cousin's cemetery yet.

Presumably Xiao Zihan should be quite concerned about this.

After returning to Xiao Zhai, Zhao Suizhi was in poor spirits, for the first time, he ignored the two children and went to the bedroom to rest.

Both Xiao Zihan and Tang Xuan could understand this, and knew that there was no way to do it. No matter what nice words they said, it was useless.

Only let Zhao Suizhi finish his mourning and suffering.

Tang Xuan and the nanny put the baby to sleep, and took Xiao Yuebai to play in the dollhouse. After doing all this, she was ready to go out.

"Let's go, I've got everything ready." Xiao Zihan was holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained exactly the things for grave sweeping.

From the looks of it, it should have been prepared after Tang Xuan said it.

Tang Xuan wanted to go out and buy it herself, but seeing that Xiao Zihan had carefully prepared it, she couldn't help but feel a little twitching in her heart.

She is a soft-hearted person, Xiao Zihan cares about her so much and loves her, how can she be willing to see Xiao Zihan even a little bit unhappy.

So, she stepped forward and said to Xiao Zihan: "Well, let's go, let's go back quickly, come back and have a meal, there is still time to go to the airport."

Seeing that Tang Xuan didn't mention the matter of going by herself, Xiao Zihan also smiled lightly, nodded, and responded with a word.

"it is good."