The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

"Dad, we're here to see you." Wang Xiuping muttered while placing things out one by one.

Wang Zhihui said nothing and pulled out the weeds around the grave.

Wang Xiujuan followed her eldest sister to take out everything. She had no impression of her biological father at all.

But blood relationships can be so magical sometimes. When she looked at the name engraved on the tombstone, she couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.

The three siblings were talking quietly in front of the tombstone. Most of the time it was Wang Xiuping who was talking, and the two siblings occasionally added a word or two.

Su Jianguo and others stood not far away with a few children, leaving the three siblings with a chance to be alone.

Unlike later generations where everyone was buried in cemeteries, at this time if someone died in the family, most people in the country would quietly find someone to find a good feng shui, and most of them were buried in the mountains.

Su Qinghe looked at her mother's figure not far away, and then looked at the surrounding scenery, surrounded by trees.

If someone hadn't led the way, Su Qinghe would never have imagined that there would be a tomb here.

There is no road at all. It is completely dependent on people forcibly carving out a way out. Every year when I visit the grave, I have to carve out a new way out.

Thinking of the jokes made by many people in later generations who visited their tombs during the New Year and could not find their ancestors, some even stepped on the tombs of their ancestors without even noticing.

The few children who were still quarreling on the road unconsciously calmed down when they arrived here, and leaned against their parents one after another.

"Bring the children over here." The three siblings took out their things, cleaned up the surrounding area, and waved to the group of people not far away.

Su Qinghe held her father with one hand and held her brother tightly with the other, and slowly walked to her grandfather's grave.

The place that was originally empty was suddenly filled with people, which looked a bit spectacular from a distance.

It was Su Qinghe's first time here. Although she had never met her grandfather, she was not afraid at all and even looked at the tombstone curiously.

There were no photos on it that she thought there would be, just a bunch of dense engravings.

Each person held three sticks of incense in their hands, and Su Qinghe heard her aunt introduce herself to her grandfather in a low voice.

After the incense was burned, the gold ingots folded at home were burned to grandpa. Everyone symbolically took a small pile and threw it into the fire.

Seeing the paper money that was quickly engulfed by the fire, leaving only a small pile of ashes, Su Qinghe wondered if she would really burn it to her grandfather.

Su Qinghe was thinking wildly in her mind, but she looked very quiet on her face. She didn't come back from her thoughts until she heard her mother tell her to call her grandpa.

Several brothers and sisters have already spoken to grandpa. Su Qinghe is the youngest, and the last one has his turn.

"Hello grandpa, I'm a good boy. My name is Su Qinghe. You have to take care of yourself. If you don't have any money, remember to tell me. We will burn more money for you next time."

"Puch -" The person next to him couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, but he would have held it back again if he hadn't been concerned about the place.

"Who taught you to say that?" Wang Xiujuan was almost frightened by her daughter's surprising words. She said it in a decent way, and no one taught her to say it like that.

"I heard what aunt just said."

Su Qinghe was confident and did not feel guilty at all.

"Dad, the child is still young and immature. If you don't have enough things, just tell me in your dream, don't laugh at your granddaughter."

Wang Xiuping was afraid that her father would take it seriously, so she quickly followed behind.

Because of Su Qinghe's interruption, the originally heavy atmosphere became much lighter.

While waiting for the fire to burn out, they casually chatted about what happened at home. The children couldn't stay, but they didn't dare to go far, just where adults could see them.

When no one was paying attention, Su Qinghe quietly squatted next to a sapling. It was said that the sapling was much taller than Su Qinghe.

Only the slender branches reveal that it is still a sapling, and it will take a long time to grow up.

As for how the sapling grew here, Su Qinghe guessed that some animal accidentally carried the tree's seeds, causing it to sprout and grow here.

"Please take more care of my grandpa." Su Qinghe whispered, reaching out and dripping a few drops of water under the root of the tree.

"Swish, swish." Although the voice was very small, Su Qinghe still heard it.

Su Qinghe smiled and gently touched its branches.

In fact, she herself couldn't explain why she chose it among the many trees. She just had a feeling in her heart that it was it.

Just like the Huahua back then, before she discovered it, it was just an ordinary wild vegetable. If Su Qinghe hadn't insisted on keeping it, it would have been cleared away long ago.

"Dad, let's go. We'll come see you next year."

The way back is much easier. The road has already been walked once, and you only need to follow the traces where you came from.

Su Qinghe still didn't want to leave by herself, so she acted coquettishly and asked her father to hold her.

By the time we got home, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Only then did everyone realize that Su Qinghe had fallen asleep on his father's shoulder.

The other children seemed to be infected and yawned one after another.

Yesterday, I had to stay up late during the Chinese New Year. I didn't go to bed until early in the morning. I got up so early in the morning and walked such a long way in the afternoon. Not to mention the children, the adults were also a little tired.

The most tormenting part of this New Year is for adults. Before the New Year, they have to clean the house inside and outside and prepare all kinds of food.

If someone comes to visit for New Year greetings, they have to prepare a large table of dishes. After the meal, there are a pile of dishes and chopsticks waiting for them to wash. They are busy from morning to night without any time to rest.

"Let's go back to the house and rest for a while. Let's make dinner later." Wang Xiuping couldn't hold it any longer.

We are all a family anyway, so there is nothing to argue about.

"Who are you?" Su Qinghe saw a man in front of him. He looked about the same age as his father, but he looked a bit like his uncle.

Is it possible that my mother’s brother was taken away, but they actually have four siblings?

Su Qinghe was very imaginative. People often said that in the past, when people had too many children and couldn't support them, they gave them away.

But it was a bit strange. Su Qinghe looked at the person in front of him. He was clearly in his thirties, but how could he have a peaceful look on his face that looked like that of grandparents.

Could this be——

Su Qinghe's pupils gradually dilated and he looked around again.

With a trembling voice, he tried to shout, "Grandpa, grandpa?"

"Hey, my granddaughter is really smart. She recognized me at a glance."

The man who looked similar to his uncle did not deny his identity, but was actually a little happy that his granddaughter guessed his identity.

"Are you awake?" Wang Xiujuan rested for two hours before getting up. Seeing that the time was almost up, she wanted to wake her daughter up, otherwise she would not be able to sleep at night.

Unexpectedly, when I came in, I saw that my daughter had woken up and was sitting on the bed with a daze on her face, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Mom, mom?" Su Qinghe was like a wooden figure, still at the mercy of her mother. She didn't wake up completely from her dream until she put on her shoes.

"What's the matter? You've been so stupid while sleeping that you don't even recognize your mother?" Wang Xiujuan rubbed her daughter's red face and carried her out.