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Chatted with uncle and aunt in the room for a while, Rui An said hello, and went out with a jar of wine that aunt would prepare for him every year, and aunt told Rui An to come back early, the dumplings will be ready soon wrap up.

When Rui An walked out of the yard, Da Huang was still researching the sundries in the farmhouse in the corner, seeing that the person left without making a sound, Da Huang followed. Actually, it wasn't because he was too curious, even staying here was meaningless.

The two walked one after the other, Rui An looked straight ahead, and when they reached a small shop, they turned in. Rhubarb stopped, and after waiting for a while, Rui An came out again. In addition to the jar, there is another mention of paper money.

Rui An walked along the frozen river again, left the town and climbed up a small hill. Below the hill was an endless wheat field, which was still covered with a thin layer of snow.

The two walked for nearly 10 minutes, and Rui An finally found the familiar one among a group of small dirt bags.He put down the things in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and began to pull up the dry weeds beside him.

"Huh..." After wiping off his sweat, Rui An looked at the place that had been restored to cleanliness, and then he wiped the dust-covered photo on the tombstone with the sleeve of his coat indifferently, muttering: "You It's really dirty!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Wow!"

Rui An thought he was hallucinating, and was startled. He looked around and found no one. He turned his head suddenly and saw the man who was leaning against the other short stele. Why is the man here? He ran over, grabbed the man fiercely, and shouted: "You are crazy, why are you sitting on someone else's tombstone!"

After finishing speaking, Rui An hurriedly saluted the grave where Da Huang sat on the tombstone, and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I surprised you old man. He is not sensible, so don't worry about it."

"It's you who are crazy."

With a twitch in the corner of his eyes, Rui An turned his head and pointed to a man who had no common sense: "Do you know what it means to be dead?"

"If you die, you die. How big is it?"

"It's not about the size, it's about respect."

"Ah?" Not understanding Rui An's explanation at all, Da Huang frowned and asked.

"Forget it." Rui An waved his hand, he was too lazy to argue with this kind of person, so he simply turned back.

Use a stick to pick apart the tiles in front of the tombstone. Below is a pit that is not too deep or shallow. Put the paper money you bought into it. Rui An takes out the lighter you bought just now and ignites it. Without the obstruction of the building, the wind here It was a little big, and the paper money burned instantly.

Rui An squatted beside him, ticked off the paper money that was about to fly out, and asked calmly, "Why did you follow?"

"boring."

"Next time you want to tell me what you want to do. Don't disappear or appear for no reason. It's scary. What if I'm so scared that I lose my life."

"How many years less?"

"About ten years." Rui An responded, and the dialogue between Crayon Shin-chan and his mother suddenly appeared in his mind.

Now is not the season for sweeping graves and burning papers. He and Dahuang are the only two people in the whole tomb. Tombstone look.

Sucking the frozen snot, Rui An stood up and opened the jar he brought, then walked around the cement-repaired tomb, pouring wine as he walked.

"Wheat, it has a high starch content, complex fermentation, and difficult to control the taste and temperature, so most of them use it as an auxiliary material for wine making. Although wheat is not the best wine, you love Daqu wine because you said, This wine is brewed from wheat, and it has the taste of your hometown."

In the cold wind, Rui An's voice was not hoarse at all, it was calm as if he was talking to himself, when the jar of wine was bottomed out, he murmured: "Drink to your heart's content, this is made by your mother."

"Hey, do you think he can really drink it?"

The deep voice interrupted Rui An's daze, he put down the jar and began to squat on the ground to burn paper, "Yes."

"Do not be silly."

Rui An paused for a long time before whispering: "If he is still alive, he will be 32 years old this year. 32 years old should be the most glorious time in his life, and his future will be bright."

Ying Ting's brows were frowned, but Da Huang didn't take it seriously: "They're all dead, what's the use of talking about it."

"..."

The slender shoes approached and stepped on Rui An's growing shadow. He said, "You don't think there are any ghosts like souls after death, do you?"

After poking the paper money that was about to burn out, Rui An didn't speak.If he could, even if he was studying materialism, he would try to believe in it, but for so many years, he never once saw the person he wanted to see in his dream.

"It's getting dark." No longer indulging Rui An's daze, Da Huang looked at the sun that was getting lower and lower to remind him.

"Yeah." Rui An stood up, patted the cold tombstone, and said, "I'm leaving, I'll see you next year."

As soon as the words were finished, Rui An turned around and walked back. Jue Jue's figure was like a passer-by, without the nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes just now.

You don't need to speed up your pace deliberately. After not walking too far, Da Huang, who has longer legs, stood shoulder to shoulder with Rui An. He asked, "Is this the man's home? Where's your home? Don't you want to go back?"

"Well, it's his home." Knowing that the person Rhubarb was talking about was the person on the tombstone, Rui An nodded, and then felt something was wrong, "You thought this was my house and you came here?"

"..." The man agreed.

"Heh." Rui An snorted, "Do you think you can see pictures of me when I was young, or hear about my scandals, and use it to threaten me and make me submit to you?"

The man raised his eyebrows, obviously not intending to refute.

"I'm really sorry to disappoint you. My home is the one in District B." Rui An walked a few steps quickly, raised her voice and shouted, waving her arms, "Because I'm an orphan! Orphan!"

Then the man laughed like a fool again, facing Rui An's crazy behavior, Da Huang just snorted coldly.To be honest, he thinks that Rui An is not the kind of person who feels sorry for himself, on the contrary, he should be the kind of man who puts the truth on his lips all day long and chatters to the people around him. Moreover, he doesn't want to mention the past things that Rui An doesn't want to mention. I have no interest.

Because what he was interested in was the Rui An he saw after meeting him.

It was already dark when the two arrived home. Uncle and Aunt had already made dumplings, and now they were waiting for the two to come back to cook.

Rui An offered to cook dumplings, and Auntie agreed. It happened that her cooking was only half done, and now she was busy on her own. waved.

Rhubarb thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to make him light a fire.

How could rhubarb make a fire, and almost blocked the fire in the stove, making the room full of smoke, Rui An knocked a stupid person with a spoon, "You are stupid, I won't tell you Do you have to put the wood in one by one? Wait until the burn is almost done before adding more!"

"I thought it wouldn't be so troublesome to add them all in."

"..." Rui An was speechless for a while, so he could only patiently tell him, "Add one by one, OK?"

"Ah." Responding impatiently, Rhubarb took out all the firewood inside.

"Sigh." Rui An shook his head, and began to preach again, "Have you heard that haste makes waste? This is also the principle of burning fire. If you want it to burn for a long time, you have to be patient..."

The person who had long been accustomed to Rui An's chattering listened to him without distraction, and finally finished the arduous work after the smoke in the room cleared.

Seeing the big chubby dumplings rolling in the pot, the two of them felt hungry immediately. Rui An pressed the dumplings with his hands, thinking that it was not the time yet, and he was not sure, so he fished out one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Huh... so hot, so hot!" Rui An swallowed it because it was too hot without even chewing it, and it burned the esophagus and stomach.

Seeing the man jumping like a monkey, Rhubarb said silently: "I can't eat hot dumplings in a hurry."

Although Auntie’s cooking skills are not superb, the dishes she cooks have an irresistible taste. In Rui An’s opinion, this is probably the taste of home. He thinks rhubarb should be the same as him , because that person has already buried his head in pain at this time.

Dumplings are Rui An's favorite celery pork. They have more meat and less vegetables, and they are big and plump. Just looking at them makes them appetizing.Rui An, who was thinking this way, had indeed eaten a lot, and his face was full of smiles when he showed it to Auntie.

Rui An drank some home-brewed beer with Uncle Uncle, and chatted about homework, and it was already past 7 o'clock in the evening when the meal was almost finished.

After eating, Rui An pulled Rhubarb and picked up the table. Auntie refused to let Rui An wash the dishes, but Rui An had no choice but to give up, and then said that she was going to go back.

When he was leaving, Uncle found a trolley and had someone pull Rui An and the others to the station.Then the old couple sent Rui An to the bridge as in previous years. Rui An held the basket of stupid eggs that Auntie had brought in his hands, and got into the car after saying goodbye.

After getting in the car, Rui An never looked back.

Da Huang sat sideways, and through the plastic sheet that replaced the car window, he saw the two figures who were still looking under the street lamp at the head of the bridge. So decisive?

However, the question was only his thinking. As far as he could understand, Rui An was probably not good at saying goodbye, otherwise what imprinted in his eyes at this moment would not be a face pretending to be calm.

Rui An took the last bus of the day, and unexpectedly there were quite a few people in the bus, at least much more than when he came.The rudimentary ticket gates had been closed long ago, and the driver collected the money himself when almost everyone got on.

Rui An was still sitting by the window. He obviously drank a lot of ale during dinner, but Rui An didn't feel sleepy at all at this time. Maybe it's because Uncle didn't give him a high degree of drinking, otherwise why would he Doesn't he feel drunk at all?

The car was driving smoothly on the road, someone who had fallen asleep at some point was on his shoulder, and the heavy head weighed on him so that he couldn't breathe, but Rui An didn't push Rhubarb away, and stretched out his other hand He touched Da Huang's side face.

The cheeks of his subordinates have the resolute outline of a man, and there are piercing stubble.

Thinking that this was the temperature and weight of a living person, Rui An sucked his sore nose, leaning his head against the head resting on his shoulder, frowning and looking at the Wanjia lights in the distance outside the window.

Amber eyes opened slightly, then closed slowly, everything was so silent.