Qingming Festival, a festival to commemorate the ancestors, no matter where they are, where they live, people will do everything possible to return to their hometown one day in advance, so that they can appear in front of the graves of their ancestors on the day of the Qingming Festival, remove the weeds, reinforce the soil and stones, and then put on offerings, set off firecrackers, burn some incense, candles, paper money, and finally report their own events this year, praying for the ancestors to continue to bless in the coming year.

This is a festival that goes deep into the blood of generations of descendants, does not need to supervise, can not be stopped, to this day will consciously come, thousands of years have never stopped, this day, the sun is shining, the breeze is gentle, the grass is stretching on the vast grassland to walk a teenager, carrying a bag, wearing a simple cross-dress, wearing a unique hat on the grassland, looks like a herdsman going home.

During the walk, the young man looked sad, constantly looking around, there was a little more humidity in the tiger's eyes, it was Li Rui who came to pay tribute, in order to become stronger, he put all his time and energy on training, and he was worried that the people of the scorpion mercenary group would suddenly be on the grassland, and their strength was not enough, so they did not dare to come to the memorial.

This time, Li Rui couldn't control the thoughts and guilt in his heart anymore, and asked for leave, Lei Gong took into account Li Rui's mood, and considering that the scorpion mercenary group had been tracked down and hiding in Tibet, he didn't stop it, but just told him to be careful along the way and go back quickly.

Li Rui walked slowly on the familiar grassland, every soil slope, every tree, and even every stone exposed to the ground was so familiar, the scenery was still there, people were empty and hateful, the former tents were gone, the sheep of the past were gone, and the cheerful grassland songs of the former sheepdogs and children were no longer visible.

The years have passed in a hurry, two years have been empty, and the hatred is left alone, when will the blood feud end? What's the pleasure? What do you want if you lose? Leaving the old grassland, life is an autumn.

More than three years have passed unconsciously, and the grassland is still that grassland, but I am no longer that self? After two years, the big feud is still not necessarily, what is there to be happy about getting the identity of the dragon's tooth? Losing too much, too much, is this the pursuit of your own life? When the grass is separated, will it wither like autumn? Nothing to be done to the earth?

Too much hatred, too much sorrow, Li Rui felt that his heart was dull, it was a little difficult to breathe, he hated himself for being incompetent, he had not taken revenge for more than three years, he was ashamed of his father and fellow villagers, and his steps forward were getting heavier and heavier, but he still walked forward slowly.

I don't know how long it took, Li Rui didn't know how he came over, looking at the traces of people living in front of him, it was the original place where the tribe lived, the soil slope was still there, and the grass was still there, Li Rui knelt down with a puff, silently took off his backpack, and took out the dishes, chopsticks, wine and some paper money and incense candles from it.

Lighting three incense candles, putting three large bowls on the table, and then filling them with the old wine that grassland people like to drink, Li Rui picked up the paper money and lit it silently, wanting to say something, but found that any language was difficult to be pale, so powerless, the revenge was not avenged, and everything he said seemed false.

Li Rui silently burned the paper money, a line of tiger tears rolled down, and he couldn't help humming a ballad in his mouth: The place where the white clouds drifted was the thousand-yearning of the grassland people, the flying meadow, the herds of horses and sheep, and the white Hada, singing the ballad of dreaming back to the ages, the hero of the grassland, with the Jin Ge Iron Horse disappearing in the distance of Gala Mountain, the lonely white wolf, eager to find the direction home

In his mind, Uncle Anli's kindness, the concern of the villagers, the cheerfulness of the children, and the scenes all appeared like a movie, Li Rui sang silently, over and over again, letting the tears wet his clothes, the hero did not flick his tears when he had tears, but he did not reach the sad place.

When the paper money was burned, Li Rui picked up a bottle of old wine and opened it, held it in front of him, and said in a deep voice in the native language to the vast grassland: "Uncle, folks, the white wolf is late┅┅I'm sorry for everyone." ”

The old wine slid through his throat and poured it down continuously, coo, coo, a bottle of old wine was poured down by Li Rui in one go, casually threw the bottle aside, shook his body, and fell on the grass sadly, looking at the sun with white flowers, smelling the familiar smell of grassland grass, tears flowed, and he was speechless.

Li Rui just lay quietly, lying down, not wanting to move, his mind was full of all kinds of the past, letting the tears rain down, but his mouth kept humming the ballad, over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Li Rui got up slowly, kowtowed solemnly to the vast grassland, one had one, nine rings, the forehead was blue, he didn't care, he looked deeply at the familiar grassland, as if he wanted to engrave this grassland in his heart forever, he got up silently, wiped his tears, and said solemnly: "Relatives, may there be no war in heaven, I will definitely come here to pay tribute to you with the head of the head of the scorpion mercenary group." ”

A gust of wind blew, the paper money ashes were blown all over the sky, and the sky softened, as if the heroic souls of the villagers were coming, Li Rui looked at the front deeply, and was silent for a long time, but his eyes became firm, and the guilt and remorse accumulated in his heart were released this time, and he felt better.

After that, Li Rui packed up and walked deeper into the grassland, and came to the border post when it was dark, looking at the familiar outpost and the different garrisons, Li Rui couldn't help but think of the scene when the company commander Hu Jie led the soldiers to pull the laser grenade and die with the enemy, and his mood became heavy again.

Li Rui did not go to the outpost, but stopped at the place where he had fought a few hundred meters in front of the outpost, once again set up incense candles, bowls and chopsticks, poured old wine, burned paper money, and looked at the ground that had been stained with blood.

"Lian Chang Hu, I have found your family, Xiaohua was admitted to the National University, you must not have thought of it, right? Your parents are very good, you can rest assured, if there is anything, give me your dreams, I will definitely do it. Li Rui slowly muttered to himself, with a deep sense of pain.

Not far away, a patrol team came over, looking at Li Rui in surprise, a little confused about what Li Rui was doing, but seeing that Li Rui was dressed as a herdsman, and he didn't carry weapons, and it was not a violation of the law to pay tribute on the grassland, it was not easy to interfere, the squad leader motioned for everyone to stop, and he stepped forward and asked: "Little brother, who are you?" ”

Li Rui turned his head lightly and glanced at the other party, and said in a deep voice: "I'll be fine soon, and I'll leave when I'm done." ”

Seeing that Li Rui didn't want to speak, it was not easy to disturb, so he agreed to retreat a little, and waited beside him, the post could not focus on anything careless, Li Rui knew where the squad leader's responsibilities were, silently burned the paper money, cleaned up and got up, and walked towards the dark grassland.

"Little brother, it's too dark, it's better to stay," the squad leader kindly reminded.

"No, thank you." Li Rui's identity is special, he can't be exposed, and it is inconvenient to stay, so he interrupted gratefully, gradually drifted away, and soon disappeared into the layers of night.

(End of chapter)