Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

The beauty of April has faded, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom!

In this spring season with flowers blooming, Chang Zhengyang and Wang Qianwen boarded a train heading south and arrived at the mountain city after a five-day journey.

They came to pay tribute to Wang Qianwen's biological parents.

Chang Zhengyang married Wang Qianwen, and he would kowtow and burn incense in front of her grave no matter what.

“They say that Shancheng is the city of hot pot, and it really lives up to its reputation!”

Walking out of the train station, Chang Zhengyang couldn't help rubbing his nose. The air was filled with a subtle smell of peppercorns, which surprised him. He didn't expect that the air in the mountain city in the 1960s was full of the smell of hot pot.

"The last time I came to Shancheng was in 56, the year I returned from America. So many years have passed, and I don't know if my parents' graves are still intact..."

Wang Qianwen looked melancholy. Although she had asked the Wang family's relatives in the mountain city to clean the graves of her biological parents once a year, she didn't know whether they had done their best.

"It's okay. After all, you've done a lot for the Wang family. They wouldn't refuse to clean a grave for you. You don't have to blame yourself. Let's go. It's getting dark. Let's go to the guesthouse to put our things away and then find a place to eat."

Chang Zhengyang walked out of the train station carrying his luggage. Wang Qianwen put away her sad mood and followed Chang Zhengyang.

In the days when transportation was underdeveloped, if two people were separated by thousands of miles, they would rarely see each other for several years except by writing letters or sending telegrams.

As the saying goes, those who are more capable must do more work. Wang Qianwen is busy with various tasks, and it is even more difficult for her to spare ten days or half a month to go to the mountain city to sweep the graves and pay homage to the ancestors.

The two found a guesthouse near the train station, completed the check-in procedures, put their luggage in the room, went out to have dinner at a nearby state-owned restaurant, and then strolled around.

Although the mountain city at this time is not the cyberpunk version of the mountain city in the future, the complexity and variety of the roads here still makes Chang Zhengyang amazed.

The temperature in the mountain city was not low in the evening at the end of April. After dinner, the residents gathered in groups of three or five in the streets and alleys to chat.

"I am Shu Dao Mountain..."

Chang Zhengyang glanced sideways and saw a little boy on a tree not far away. Under the watchful eye of a woman under the tree, he came down obediently and swiftly. Then the woman grabbed his ear.

So he said to Wang Qianwen beside him, "You didn't learn the habit of pulling ears in Shancheng! It shouldn't be like that. You were still young at that time. Oops, I was wrong..."

Wang Qianwen grabbed Chang Zhengyang's ear, and the other party immediately begged for mercy. The people around him looked indifferent.

For men from Sichuan and Chongqing, having dirty ears is normal!

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

The two wandered around for an hour before returning to the guesthouse to rest. They didn't talk all night. The next morning, after breakfast, they put on their backpacks and came to a cemetery by the Jialing River, where they found the tomb of Wang Qianwen's biological parents.

The cemetery is on a small hill. Going up along the path at the foot of the hill, you can see that many graves are overgrown with weeds. Some even have collapsed tombstones. You can even see some bones exposed in the collapsed soil piles.

No one knows whether it was washed away by rain or dug by wild animals in the mountains. Tomb robbers would not visit such a place. Anyway, it is obvious that this cemetery is in an unattended state.

Chang Zhengyang frowned. Regardless of the condition of the graves of his deceased father-in-law and mother-in-law, he now planned to find someone to move their graves.

Fortunately, villagers nearby often come here to worship, and the path here is still walkable. After the two walked another two miles inside, they finally saw the tomb of Wang Qianwen's biological parents. The relative of the Wang family was quite conscientious and kept the grave intact. It had only been about twenty days since Qingming Festival, so not much weeds grew.

Even so, the two men first pulled out the weeds on the grave and cleaned up the surrounding area before taking out incense, candles, and paper money from their bags.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you. I'm sorry I haven't been able to come back to burn incense for you, or chat with you for a while..."

Wang Qianwen said a lot, recounting everything that had happened to her over the years, and Chang Zhengyang listened silently.

This time I have a more comprehensive understanding of my wife.

At the same time, he also indirectly learned about some situations of the Wang family.

"Dad, Mom, I have a new family now. He treats me very well and I love him very much. I hope your spirits in heaven will bless us."

Chang Zhengyang came over and held Wang Qianwen's hand! Facing the tombstone, he said, "Please rest assured, elders! I will spend my whole life protecting Qianwen, and please bless us from your spirits in heaven."

After they finished talking, they bowed three times. Wang Qianwen wiped her tears and snuggled into Chang Zhengyang's arms.

"I'll go down the mountain soon. I plan to find someone to move my father-in-law's grave. This place is too remote and the feng shui is not good."

Wang Qianwen said in a muffled voice in his arms: "I'll listen to you."

"Okay, let's go now. The sooner we get things done, the sooner we can go home."

The two men calmed down and immediately started down the mountain along the original route. When they were halfway up the mountain, they ran into a lame man in his sixties.

As the path was narrow, only enough for two people to walk side by side, Chang Zhengyang and his companions took the initiative to pull over to the side of the road to let the lame man pass first. The man nodded to express his gratitude and then limped over.

"Hey, strange, this person..."

Chang Zhengyang walked a few steps and suddenly felt that the man looked familiar. Out of curiosity, he began to search his memory. After a while, he showed a hesitant expression.

Wang Qianwen noticed something was wrong and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

After hesitating for a while, Chang Zhengyang said, "I've seen that man before. You'll never guess who he is!"

Wang Qianwen looked back at the lame man's back, then asked curiously, "You have never been to Shancheng before, how come you know someone here? Did you meet him in Yanjing?"

Chang Zhengyang nodded and said, "Yes, and it was twenty years ago!"

Wang Qianwen covered her mouth in surprise and asked, "You were only four years old at that time, right? You can remember this?"

Chang Zhengyang chuckled and said proudly: "Don't underestimate your man, my buddy is very capable, you will know it later."

"Virtue!"

Wang Qianwen rolled her eyes at him, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is this person?"

"Well, you may not believe it, but this guy's nickname is Guizi Liu, which means he is the Sixth Brother of the Military Control Commission!"

As expected, Wang Qianwen didn't believe it. She opened her eyes wide, as if to say, "You must be talking nonsense. Are you lying to me?"

Chang Zhengyang was helpless when he saw this! He told how he knew this person and why he knew his identity.