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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lang Song and Sun Yanshi returned to their hometown in Pingzhou.

Because they had to rush back to Jiangcheng in the evening, considering that Lang Yue couldn't bear the exhaustion of traveling on the way, they also wanted to give Xie Shuangyu a chance to be alone with Lang Yue. This time they didn't take Lang Yue with them, and put her with Xie Shuangyu.

After Xie Shuangyu left at the last dinner, Langyue lay on Sun Yanshi's lap and said shyly, "Daddy, auntie, you are very beautiful." She really liked Xie Shuangyu.

Last night, when she learned that her brother and father would not take her back to her hometown, she pouted and wanted to cry. When she heard that the pretty auntie came to pick her up to play, she broke into tears and laughed. Xiong Xiong went to aunt's house to play together.

Early the next morning, after seeing off Langyue, the two took the high-speed train to Pingzhou City.

Lang Song's hometown is in the countryside. After arriving in Pingzhou, he took an urban-rural bus for more than an hour before finally arriving at the place where Lang Song lived when he was a child - Taoshushan Village surrounded by mountains.

Lang Song took Sun Yanshi to the village, and said as he walked, "I went to Jiangcheng with my parents when I was seven years old. Since then, I have come back once or twice a year at most, and stayed for two or three days." A small river flows through the village in the distance. "It's too cold now, but it's fun in spring and summer. You can go up the mountain to pick wild fruits to eat, and you can go down the river to fish."

Sun Yanzhi took a deep breath of the refreshing fresh air in the countryside, imagining how Lang Song rolled up his trouser legs and fished in the river when he was a child, and asked, "Are you good at fishing?"

Lang Song recalled it for a while, and replied: "It's quite powerful. When I was a child, I had a cat at home, and I ate small dried fish all year round."

Sun Yanshi licked his lips, suddenly a little greedy for dried fish.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and the village is very lively. The young people who work in the county all go back to the village to accompany the old people who stay in the village for the festival.

Along the way, many old people greeted Lang Song. Sun Yanshi walked behind and followed Lang Song to call people.When I met two enthusiastic uncles, I insisted on dragging them to the house for lunch, and it took me a while to get away.

Seeing the enthusiasm and openness of the rural people, Sun Yanshi asked Lang Song in a low voice, "It should be very happy to live in the village."

Lang Song smiled: "I'm happy, but there are also trifles of quarrels and fights between the two families because of the crops crossing the border."

After a while, the two stopped in front of a small two-story building at the end of the village.

Lang Song took out the key from the bag: "Here, this is my home."

Sun Yanshi looked up at the small building in front of him. The walls had peeled off, and the painted door was dry, cracked and white.

Opening the door, a musty smell that has been unoccupied all year round comes out.

Lang Song covered Sun Yanshi's mouth and nose with a scarf, and said, "Brother, wait for me outside, and I'll go upstairs to get things."

Sun Yanshi grabbed his wrist: "I'll go up with you."

Lang Song smiled helplessly, took a mask from his bag, put it on Sun Yanshi, wrapped it around his waist, and entered the house.

The first floor is a front hall plus a back kitchen and a utility room. The second floor is two rooms, one on the left and one on the right. There is an aisle in the middle, and a corridor at the end.

Lang Song asked: "Is the layout of the second floor similar to the second floor of the old house in Lanying Lane?"

Sun Yanshi nodded: "It's very similar." Even the color of the door is almost exactly the same.

Lang Song opened a door, then pulled Sun Yanshi into his arms, and pulled up the open coat to shield him from the flying dust.Sun Yanshi also covered Lang Song's mouth and nose with his hands, and the two of them entered the room after the dust gradually dissipated.

"This used to be my room," Lang Song said, "After my parents passed away, I moved all their things back and put them away."

The room is full of things, covered tightly with a drape, and there is almost no place to step down, but the room is not messy, and it can be seen that Lang Song has carefully tidied it up.

Sun Yanshi wiped the cloth with his fingertips, and there was only a thin layer of dust. He asked, "Did you go back to your hometown when you went back to Pingzhou years ago?"

"Well, let's clean it once."

Sun Yanshi nodded. He was afraid that Lang Song would be emotional, so he rolled up his sleeves and held the other's hand firmly: "Then let's clean it too?"

Lang Song helped Sun Yanshi tear off his sleeves, wiped off the dust on his fingertips, shook his head and said, "No, last time I gave a sum of money to an aunt in the village who lives alone, and she will come to help clean up every once in a while. Some time." Today they returned to Pingzhou to visit their parents' graves, and to the old house to pick up some things, so they didn't have enough time.He lifted the cover from the cabinet, opened the cabinet door and said, "It's probably here, I'll look for it."

Sun Yanshi was gearing up and couldn't hide the excitement on his face: "I'll look for it with you."

Two days ago, Lang Song went to the study to look for books, but there was no one there for a long time. He went into the study to look for someone, but saw that Lang Song dug out a photo album from his childhood from somewhere, and was taking photos with his mobile phone.In exchange, of course, he also wanted to get the photos of Lang Song when he was a child.But Lang Song said that all his photos were kept in his hometown, so he made a special trip to the old house today.

There were some books and miscellaneous things in the cabinet, and they were neatly arranged. Sun Yanshi quickly found his target among the stacked books—a small interstitial photo album.

The leather cover has aged and peeled off, obviously for some years.

Sun Yanshi carefully opened the cover, and a yellowed old photo that had not been plastic-painted came into view - a six or seven-year-old boy wearing a blue T-shirt and off-white trousers, standing barefoot in the shallows of a small river side, tilted his head, and glanced in the direction of the camera.

That expression of reluctance is exactly the same as that of Lang Song now.

Sun Yanshi touched the little boy's cheek with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "You were so cute when you were young."

Lang Song was a little embarrassed, and closed the album with a "snap": "Let's go back and look at it."

Sun Yanshi opened the photo album again: "It's such a thin book, it'll be—" After reading it...

The voice stopped abruptly, and there was a sudden whirlwind. Lang Song picked up his knees and carried him on his shoulders.He tried his best to earn a few times, but he didn't move at all. He had to close the photo album under the "force majeure" factor.

After walking out of the house, Lang Song carefully put Sun Yanshi on the open space. He pointed to a hill behind the house and said, "My parents are buried on that hill."

Sun Yanshi looked at the hilltop: "It's good, you can see your home when you open your eyes." He hooked his fingers, "Come on, let's go see your parents."

After walking more than ten meters away, Sun Yanshi turned around again. He walked up a dirt slope, reluctantly took out his mobile phone, and with a "click", the two-story building was frozen in the picture.

The two walked through a field ridge and reached the foot of the mountain.

Lang Song walked in front, turned around and spread his palms: "Brother, I'm holding you, the road is not easy."

Sun Yanshi put his hand on it without hesitation, and the palm lines of the two fit closely together, and they climbed up hand in hand on the forest path.

A small mountain, although the road is a bit steep, but the distance is not far.If Lang Song was alone, he could walk there in 10 minutes. However, Sun Yanshi had never climbed such a wild mountain that was so narrow that it could only accommodate two feet, and he was out of breath all the way.

Two or ten minutes later, the two reached the top of the mountain and saw two tombs hidden behind a green cypress.

Lang Song came to offer sacrifices more than half a month ago, and the surrounding area of ​​the tomb was very clean, without a single weed, and there were sacrifices from last time in front of the tombstone.

Sun Yanshi walked to the tombstone, bowed first, then half-kneeled down, and took out the offerings from the backpack with Lang Song.In addition to some foods that Lang Song's parents usually like, they also brought two bowls of glutinous rice balls cooked in the morning in a thermos.

Lang Song took out two disposable paper bowls, filled the bowls with plump and slightly steaming glutinous rice balls, placed them in front of the two tombstones, and said in a low voice, "Dad, Mom, Happy Lantern Festival."

Sun Yanshi finally took out a bottle of wine from his bag. Lang Song said that his father would occasionally have a few drinks, which he prepared early in the morning.

After setting up the sacrifices, the two knelt down together and silently kowtowed three times.

This situation made Lang Song's nose sore, he clenched his teeth to hold back his tears, took Sun Yanshi's hand and held it up to the tombstone: "Dad, Mom, last time I came to see you, I said I wanted to bring someone over Take a look, I brought him here today. We talked for so long last time, you should already know him very well, so I won’t introduce any more. In short, he is a very good person, I like him, and I want to The kind of liking I have spent with him all my life, I know that you must also like him very much." He paused and calmed down, "You guys must be thinking about me and Yueyue when you are there. Now you see, me and Yueyue Yue has a home again, has a family to accompany her, and is living a good life, don't worry about it, and live a good life."

On the way up the mountain, Sun Yanshi repeatedly warned himself to maintain his elder brother's calmness in front of his elders, but the moment Lang Song opened his mouth, his eyes became moist.

He clasped Lang Song's hand tightly, closed his eyes and blinked away the serious moisture, and continued Lang Song's words: "Uncle and Auntie, I'm very sorry, I came to Pingzhou in a hurry last time, and I couldn't visit you until today." I just came here, I hope you don't blame me." He took a deep breath before getting into the point, "As you can see, Xiao Song and I are in a relationship. I am a man, and I am much older than Xiao Song in age. The 'daughter-in-law' should be very different. But...but that's how it is. We love each other and recognize each other, form a special family, and we will stay together for a lifetime. Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaosong and Yueyue. They are their relatives, they will no longer be lonely and lonely. I bullied you and can't speak, just as you nodded and agreed that I was with Xiao Song, please allow me to call you like Lang Song—" He paused, Looking at the tombstone calmly, bent over and kowtowed, solemnly said, "Dad, Mom."

Sun Yanshi still had a lot to say, but he felt that it would be frivolous to say too much at once, so he closed the voice and saved it for the next time he came.

There was a concrete floor in front of the tombstone, and my knees hurt after kneeling for a long time. Lang Song pulled Sun Yanshi up, and the two sat side by side in front of the tombstone.

Lang Song unhurriedly chatted with his parents about what had happened in the past half a month, about how Lang Yue found his biological parents, and about how he was going to set up a food stall at the night market.

Sun Yanshi poured the wine he had brought into the wine glass and sprinkled it in front of Lang's father's tombstone glass by glass, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two.

Time passed slowly while chatting softly, and when the departure time of the last urban and rural bus approached, the two got up, patted the dust off their bodies, bowed and left.

Lang Song walked up to Sun Yanshi, squatted down suddenly, tilted his head and said, "Brother, I'll carry you down the mountain."

Sun Yanshi said stiffly, "I'm not tired."

Lang Song smiled: "I just want to carry you on my back."

Sun Yanshi looked hesitantly at the two tombstones behind him, and climbed onto Lang Song's strong back.He put his arms around Lang Song's shoulders, put his chin on Lang Song's neck, and said in a low voice: "Let's find someone to renovate the house, so we can spend a few days every year to stay with our parents, shall we?"

Lang Song replied: "Okay."

"The air here is good and the environment is good. When we get old, how about settling here for the elderly?"

"it is good."

"I want to put that picture of you with the red dot on your forehead when you were a child in my wallet."

"it is good."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They went down the mountain in bright sunshine and walked slowly to the distance of life.

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