trivial story

April has been bathed in dense showers.The plants on both sides of the road sprout new buds, and the green fluffy floats on the tops.

Han Lian's mother has been taking good care of herself for many years. At 50 years old, she doesn't look old.Feng Yun noticed that she was frequently checking the time casually.

"It's raining and traffic jams, so it's normal to be late." Feng Yun said.

Mother Han didn't speak, and picked up the coffee and took a reserved sip.In fact, her eyebrows and Han Lian have a little resemblance, just this little bit is enough for Feng Yun to treat her politely and appropriately.

The bell at the door jingled, and Han Lian came in with his umbrella closed.

"Sorry for being late." He sat next to Feng Yun: "How long have you been waiting, did you have an umbrella on the road?"

"It's not raining. It's not easy to park around here, right?" Feng Yun said, asking the waiter to order a cup of hot cocoa.

Han Lian said: "Mom, you should call me first next time, Feng Yun is very busy at work."

Han's mother was expressionless: "Aren't you busy with work? Will you come to see me if I don't call him out?"

Han Lian said helplessly: "Don't make trouble for no reason."

Mother Han raised her eyebrows, and quickly suppressed her temper and said, "I can't control you and you know you want to let go, but you want to control me."

Han Lian was not interested in wrangling like wheels, so he asked, "What do you want me to do when you come back this time?"

Mother Han regained her composure and said, "Your grandfather is getting old, and the elderly have the idea of ​​returning to their roots. He discussed with me and moved back to M City this autumn. I especially told you to remember to visit him during the Spring Festival. .”

Han Lian nodded and said, "Understood, is there any more?"

"Can you be a little patient?" Mother Han asked back, "I'm your mother!"

Han Lian had a mocking smile on his face.

His mother also knew what that meant, and stirred the coffee impatiently: "I know you think that your father and I don't care enough for you, but we have raised you so much anyway, are you hungry? Cold Are you..."

Han Lian said: "When you and your father are old, I will take care of you. If you have anything else to say, let's talk about it together today."

Mother Han held her breath in her chest.

Of course, this time the meeting broke up again.

On the way home, Han Lian was still in a good mood and kept silent.

"She came to see you, just to see you, to see if you are doing well, why are you speaking so stiffly?" Feng Yun said while buckling up his seat belt.

Han Lian was noncommittal, shut his mouth and drove the car onto the main road before saying, "She used to have no patience with me, but now it's the other way around, and I have no patience with her either."

"It's not called dealing with it." Feng Yun looked at the raindrops hitting the windshield, and as the car speeded up, a thin line of water from the trailer skimmed to both sides: "Shall I go to see grandpa during the Spring Festival?"

"Go, take you with me." Han Lian seemed to think of something very interesting: "It's much warmer than at home. When will she call you, don't come out to see her alone in the future."

"During the lunch break. It's nothing. Your mother won't eat me in one bite. She cares about you very much, and she's too embarrassed to ask you how you're doing, so she can only find me."

"Ask me what?" Han Lian stopped before the red light.

"Ask everything, whether you are busy with work recently, whether you are sick, whether you are comfortable or not."

"I don't see that you have so much to say."

Feng Yun laughed and said, "It's all about you!"

Han Lian put Feng Yun down at the gate of the community, parked the car in the underground garage, and turned back to look for him.

Feng Yun bought a bag of oranges from the fruit shop outside and was holding someone on the phone.

Han Lian waited in his pocket for a while, Fengyun looked at Han Lian: "Yes, I see, I will tell him."

After hanging up the phone, the two headed home. Feng Yun said, "It's your mother. She said that your grandfather is looking for a lawyer to revise his will. It turned out that he wanted to leave the orchard to your mother. You inherited."

"Does it mean that you are developed?" Feng Yun asked.

"What's the big deal?" Han Lian called out on Feng Yun's head in a funny way: "My grandfather was from a peasant family. He went out to sea with the elders he knew when he was in his twenties. After meeting my grandmother, he settled in China and worked as a small child. Business. The orchard at home is still kept, and two people are employed to look after it, which is basically regarded as letting go, and there is not much output in a year."

"It turns out that your mother wanted to tell you about this matter. You see, she could have explained it clearly in person, so she insisted on going through such twists and turns.

When Fugui heard the door open, he walked over and raised his neck, meowing.

Feng Yun picked it up and said, "My little Fugui, do you know that you are almost going to become a landlord's cat?"

Han Lian, who almost became a big landlord: "Why are the rolls all over the place again?" He cleaned up the mess on the ground, saw Feng Yun sitting on the sofa watching TV with his cat in his arms, and said, "Take a few more days off for the Spring Festival. , go back to city A first, and then go to see grandpa, do you think this will work?"

"Okay." Feng Yun held the cat's paw with both hands: "Throw the wealth to senior brother."

Fugui understood the word "senior brother" and yelled dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, Fugui also agreed." Han Lian said.

At this time, there is still more than half a year before the Spring Festival, and work and life are going on step by step.

At the end of September, Han Lian received the news of his grandfather's death.In the end, the old man did not have time to return to his hometown to spend his remaining days in peace.

Feng Yun accompanied Han Lian to the north to attend the funeral.He only met Han Lian's grandfather twice, both during routine visits during the Spring Festival.

Most of the people who came to express their condolences were friends of Han Lian's grandfather, and at first glance, they were all old grandparents.

Han Lian's grandmother also came, a shriveled and thin old lady, who was pushed in by Han Lian's mother in a wheelchair.His grandparents have been separated for many years, and the last time they saw each other was the funeral of one party.The old lady didn't look very sad, but her spirit was very bad and she didn't talk to others.

Over the years, the elders who are connected with Han Lian's blood have met each other. Han Lian's attitude is not to ask for permission, but to inform that I am such a person, and let you meet my lover by the way.

Han Lian's father also rushed back to help take care of it.

After the body was cremated, Han Lian's mother wanted to bring the ashes back to M City for burial, which was also the last wish of Yuan Yuan.

Han Lian went together, Feng Yun accompanied him, and Han Lian's grandfather's former lawyer accompanied him.

After a brief stay in the center of M City, the four drove to a small village on the outskirts of the city.

No matter where it is, the progress of urbanization continues to advance, and most of the young people in the countryside leave their hometowns, leaving only the elderly.

As Han Lian said, it is indeed an ordinary village, with a large area of ​​land planted with tropical fruits, and some small buildings from the past, but it is still authentic Nanyang style, Fengyun looks very fresh.

The man who looked after the garden was a descendant of Han Lian's grandfather's family, and Han Lian called him Sanqing.Sanqing was born with a disability and has a limp on his right foot. It is difficult to find a good job in the city.Grandpa Han Lian entrusted him with the orchard, and set aside a portion of his annual income as his commission.A few years ago, Sanqing married the daughter of a family in the same village, and the couple lived in a hut on the first floor of the small building.

Sanqing and his wife are hardworking and honest people. They cleaned the upstairs rooms in advance, and went to the side of the road to pick them up early in the morning.

After getting off the bus, you have to walk for nearly four and 10 minutes.

Feng Yun felt a little uncomfortable from the heat, and the back of his neck was itchy and painful. I don't know if it was prickly heat.

Han Lian fanned him with a fan, and carried all the luggage on his back as before.

The ashes were in the hands of Han's mother, and Sanqing cried when he saw him. Fengyun heard him call Hanlian's grandpa and grandpa, but he didn't know what the relationship was.

Sanqing's daughter-in-law can't speak Chinese, but she is very enthusiastic to help carry things.

When they arrived at the old house, Feng Yun and Han Lian lived in one room, Han Mu lived in one room, and the lawyer was still in the city, so he didn't come with him for the time being.

More than half of the families in the village have the same surname, and their ancestors are all Fujian and Guangdong people who went to Nanyang a hundred years ago. There is a customary cemetery in the east, where Han Lian's grandfather will also be buried.

The air conditioner in the house is at least ten years old, and the white shell is turning yellow. You can only hear the humming of the outside unit, but there is no cold air blowing out, and it is unknown how long it has not been filled with refrigerant.

Feng Yun was bored in the room for a while but didn't cool down, so he ran to lie down on the rocking chair in the yard, at least there was a little bit of cool breeze.

The heat is unbearable, and I have no appetite for dinner, and the whole person is sluggish and refuses to move.

At night, I heard Han Lian asking Sanqing if he had any medicine for heatstroke.

Not long after, a bowl of strange-smelling liquid was fed to his mouth.

Han Lian helped him up and said, "Drink a little, Fengyun, you will feel better after drinking the medicine."

Fengyun drank the medicine in a dazed state, rolled over to a place where the mat was not warmed by body heat.

Three days later, when Han Lian's grandfather was buried, almost all the people in the village who stayed at home came, and Feng Yun followed Han Lian to bow to the guests.

Han Lian didn't know these people very well, but Han's mother could call them out.

After sealing the soil, I returned to the old house, and all the procedures were completed.Han Lian re-signed an agreement with Sanqing in the name of the owner of the orchard, and after the matter was settled, the lawyer left first.

Han Lian brought presents to the people who visited Grandpa's grave before, and asked them to take care of Sanqing, so he stayed for another three days.

When it was time to return to China, Mother Han's calm face fluctuated. On the day she left, Feng Yun saw her wiping away tears, which was even more sad than at Han Lian's grandfather's funeral.

Sanqing took his daughter-in-law to the side of the road and repeatedly told them to come back to check.

Feng Yun and Han Lian were going back to City K. Mother Han had a place to stay in City M. There were four of them when she came, and only Feng Yun and Han Lian were left on the return journey.

Feng Yun still had a mosquito bag on his calf, and there were scratches all around him. He huddled silently on the seat, resting his head on Han Lian's shoulder.

"I knew I wouldn't let you come." Han Lian said.

"No." Feng Yun whispered: "I want to come."

The plane took off, passing through the thick clouds, looking out from the small window, there was a sea of ​​rolling clouds below, and a deep blue sky above.

Half an hour later, the clouds below dissipated, and only the golden sea surface was undulating thousands of meters below.Death and funerals are an important and inevitable lesson in life. Grief, depression and pain were originally to be borne alone. Fortunately, they have found each other before this.