"No! You're still too young. Hongying immediately shook her head and said, "I can't take care of you alone." He patted the little girl's head and said, "Good, wait until you grow up." Then he said, "And my mother can't see the two naughty ghosts of the second boy and Guoying alone." ”

"Oh well! I'm playing with my two boys at home. Ying Xinxin said obediently.

"I'm not naughty!" Xiao Beiming pouted in defense.

"Yes, yes, my second boy is obedient!" Hongying looked at the meaty little Beiming Dao funny.

The two-year-old little guy was naughty and mischievous, and he was caught, with a flattering smile on his face, and he didn't realize that he was being naughty.

Seeing his innocent and lovely smile, the words of your reprimand will be choked in your throat and unable to speak.

The little guy is small, but he knows how to play to his strengths.

"Mom, do you need to send anything to my uncle's family?" Hongying followed behind the second boy's buttocks, turned around and looked at Ding Haixing and asked.

"Your uncle's salary has risen now, and the salary is enough." Ding Haixing thought for a while and said, "The package sent by the capital contains malt milk essence and milk powder for Ruhong. ”

You can't help the eldest brother with food all the time, too much will be dazzling, and now that there are more brothers and sisters in the family, it is not easy to have enough food.

Hongying smiled and nodded, "Okay!" Turning around, he saw the second boy holding a small wooden stick and immediately shouted, "Don't dig up the vegetables that have been sown." Unfortunately, it was too late, and he had already dug up the seeds that had been buried in the ground.

Hearing this, Xiao Beiming quickly stood up, held the hand of the small wooden stick, turned it behind his back, blinked his innocent watery eyes and said, "Sister, if you plant it for so long, it won't germinate, so I see if the seed germinates?" ”

is this innocent and innocent look, "Sister Hong, you see that it has really sprouted and emerged." Xiao Beiming's hand stretched out from behind to his front, spreading out his little hands stained with mud and flesh, looking like he was begging for praise.

Hongying deliberately said with a straight face, "Don't think that if you show like this, I will forgive you." ”

Ying Xinxin said loudly, "Okay, let's ...... Xiaobeiming"

Ding Haixing pulled Ying Xinxin, she looked back at Ding Haixing, Ding Haixing shook her head slightly.

Ying Xin closed his mouth with interest.

Xiao Beiming was really frightened by Hongying's appearance, and looked at Hongying nervously, "Sister, don't be angry, I don't dare anymore, I'm burying it in." ”

The two looked at each other, and Hongying looked at the frightened little guy, the corners of her mouth slightly curled.

As soon as Xiao Beiming saw her smiling, he immediately showed a bright smile and said, "Sister, if you laugh, you won't be angry." ”

Hongying was immediately ruined by what he said, and Xiao Beiming took the opportunity to say, "I'm burying it." ”

Hongying squatted down and looked at him softly and said, "If you bury it again, it will continue to sprout, and you will destroy its home." "Refers to the pit that has been dug and the pit is pitted.

"Wow......" Xiao Beiming cried as he held the seed.

Hearing this, Guo Ying grabbed Ding Haixing and walked over, "Brother, don't cry, don't cry." Seeing Xiao Beiming crying, Guoying also sobbed.

"Mom, it can't sprout." Xiao Beiming cried so much that he was not sad.

"Don't cry, don't cry, let's plant it well, the vitality of the seed is very strong." Ding Haixing looked at him and said softly.

"Really?" Xiao Beiming looked at Ding Haixing with wide eyes, tears in his eyes, and tears on his eyelashes.

"Really, let's try it if you don't believe it." Ding Haixing nodded heavily, "Put the seeds in." ”

Xiao Beiming obediently put the seeds in, and the red tassel reburied the soil.

Ding Haixing looked at Xiao Beiming and took the opportunity to say, "Second boy, you can't dig up its home, so that it can't sprout well." ”

"Hmmm! Well! Xiao Beiming nodded heavily, tears falling from his eyelashes, "Don't dig again." ”

"What a good boy, let your sister take you to wash your hands." Ding Haixing stretched out his hand and rubbed his head.

"Come with me!" Hongying got up and took his little hand and went under the faucet.

Ding Haixing got up and turned around and saw Ying Xinxin's face full of tears, "What's wrong?" ”

"Zhan Mom, I miss Mom." Ying Xinxin woo...... I cried a lot.

It is estimated that the scene just now was stimulated, Ding Haixing stepped forward and hugged her in her arms, patted her gently on the back and said, "Don't cry, don't cry." This kind of comfort has no effect at all, and the little girl has the posture of water flooding into the mountain.

"Xinxin, sister, don't cry, don't cry." Guo Ying frowned and said, pushing Ding Haixing and saying, "Let mom hug you more." ”

Guoying is still young, she doesn't understand, her mother is already by her side, why is she still crying! looked at Ying Xinxin with a puzzled face.

How to persuade? No words are useless, the more she persuades, the more she cries, Ding Haixing can't make her a mother.

Hongying looked at Ying Xinxin and said, "Xinxin, it's Qingming Festival soon, let's burn paper for your mother and report safety, okay?" ”

A sentence attracted Ying Xinxin's attention, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Qingming Festival? I went to school and went to the martyrs' cemetery. Choked up, "I don't even know where my mother is?" How to sweep the grave. ”

"Yes!" Ding Haixing told her about the traditional custom of burning paper at the crossroads of the Qingming Festival, "When burning paper, choose to go to the southeast and northwest at the crossroads, and the deceased who receives the money is easy to find a place and is the only way to go." Draw a circle when burning the paper, because after burning the paper in the circle, the deceased is told to collect it, but the money belongs only to the deceased and no one can take it. ”

The crossroads are the junction of yin and yang, and it is said that the crossroads are not only the places where the yang people pass, but also the places that lead to the underworld at night......

Ying Xinxin looked at Ding Haixing with wide eyes and said, "Is this okay?" Isn't this just a broken custom? ”

"Just a tribute! If you don't want to, forget it. Ding Haixing looked at her and said quietly, "Our thousands of years of history have continued like this, every New Year, Qingming Festival, October 1 of the lunar calendar, is a festival to commemorate the world's relatives, close to the hometown, on the grave burned, far away, will choose the crossroads to burn, but also a kind of mourning for the world's relatives." ”

"I miss my mom, I'm burning! I don't want her to be a ghost. Ying Xinxin said with a sob.

Ying Xinhua came back in the evening, and Ying Xinxin said that he worshiped his mother on the Qingming Festival.

Ying Xinhua's originally sunny little face suddenly became gloomy, "Don't allow it!" ”

"Why?" Ying Xinxin asked puzzled.

"Brother Xinhua, your face is so terrible." Xiao Beiming pointed to his face and said.

Ying Xinhua breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Because the environment doesn't allow it now, don't even fight my mother." ”

There are good reasons to refute it.