"Yes!" Zhan Changsheng nodded, looked at her and hesitated, "What do you want this for?" ”

"Folding flowers." Ding Haixing raised her eyebrows and said, there are no white ones, yellow chrysanthemums are fine, in short, you can't 'see' your mother-in-law with empty hands.

"Go!" Ding Haixing urged.

"Oh!" Zhan Changsheng hurriedly ran into the study, and Ding Haixing's voice came from behind him, "And scissors." "Come out with yellow confetti and scissors," "That's it!" ”

"Yes!" Ding Haixing took the scissors and colored paper, looked down at Hongying, and said, "How do we tell her." ”

"It's simple, just leave a note." Zhan Changsheng walked to the coffee table, picked up the book and pen, wrote down the whereabouts of the two, and showed it to Hongying.

Duan Hongying looked at it, took a pen and wrote below: I will take care of the house obediently.

"Good girl!" Zhan Changsheng stretched out his hand and rubbed Hongying's head.

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On the way to the cemetery with Ding Haixing in the car, Ding Haixing folded some yellow chrysanthemums in Zhan Changsheng's surprised eyes in the car.

Due to the snow, the entire cemetery is covered with thick snow, and it is not the Qingming season, so it is inaccessible, and the world is pure white.

The long mountain road seems to have no end in sight, covered in a thick layer of snow, with only a few simple footprints, leading to the mountain. The tall green pines and cypresses in the snowy white are as solemn as pagodas.

Zhan Changsheng got out of the car and stepped on the thick snow, watched the snow submerge his calves, squatted in front of Ding Haixing and said, "Come up, I'll carry you up." ”

"That's not good! I can go. Ding Haixing hesitated, no matter how she said it, she was going to see her mother-in-law, which was too rude.

"Come up! The snow is too thick. Zhan Changsheng turned around and looked at her and insisted.

"Mom will ......"

Before Ding Haixing's words were finished, he was interrupted by Zhan Changsheng, "Mom knows, she will praise me for doing a good job!" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ding Haixing looked at his dark eyes, and said in disbelief, no mother-in-law wants to see her son carrying her daughter-in-law to sweep the grave.

"You come up, we'll talk as we go." Zhan Changsheng said in a low voice, stood up and turned to look at her and threatened, "If you don't carry it, you can hug it." He stretched out his hands.

"It's not good to be seen." Ding Haixing waved his hand and declined.

"Do you think someone will come here, and it's not Qingming, New Year's Day." Zhan Changsheng raised his index finger and said suddenly, "It turns out that Xing'er likes me to hug you." ”

Ding Haixing pressed his outstretched hand, looked at his feet, his heart moved slightly, but said, "Wait, I won't wet my pants if I step on your footprints." ”

Zhan Changsheng just looked at her with dark eyes, and her scalp was numb and her heart was hairy, so she said, "Choose one of the two." ”

Ding Haixing finally surrendered, "Back, you still carry me!" ”

Zhan Changsheng squatted in front of her again, Ding Haixing was lying on his back, this feeling was different from the feeling of carrying his daughter-in-law on the hurdle just now, and it felt very warm.

Zhan Changsheng's thick big hands clasped her knees and creaked...... Squeaky walking on the thick snow.

The weight on my body looks so light! I could barely feel the weight of the apricot, and once again secretly decided to feed my wife fatter.

Zhan Changsheng's eyes were deep, and he walked into the cemetery with Ding Haixing on his back with endless nostalgia, his steps were calm and powerful.

Ding Haixing on his back was holding a yellow chrysanthemum in his hand, with a solemn expression, and from time to time he looked sideways at Zhan Changsheng beside him, his eyes were full of worry.

Zhan Changsheng carried her all the way up, the wind blew the green pines and cypresses, and the snowflakes on the trees were blown down by the wind, adding a layer of gloom to the solemnity.

It should be a wedding celebration, but at this time, there is sadness and nostalgia floating between heaven and earth, and it is still this familiar and silent cemetery, with a clear blue sky and high clouds. Tall trees stand like sentinels around the cemetery, quietly guarding this silent tombstone.

Zhan Changsheng carried Ding Haixing halfway up the mountain, turned and walked along the trail, and stopped at the tombstone of the war mother.

The tombstone is made of bluestone, nearly a person high, and behind it is a small mound.

Judging from the other tombs, the tomb of the war mother is obviously neat, and it is obviously repaired. Solemn, cold, and lonely, it is difficult to hide the sourness, and the eyes are moist.

"My mother was not buried here, she moved here six years ago." A deep voice slowly slipped out of Zhan Changsheng's thin lips, "When my mother took me to my father, he was preparing to get married. My mother became a victim of his so-called feudal arranged marriage. My mother said that the child can't leave his father, and his mother can't leave the child, so my mother stayed in the army, and then became a husband and has been working in logistics. On the eve of liberation, Niang and other health teams, the wounded and sick, women and children were resting in a village, but they encountered a counterattack by the homecoming regiment, and as a result, they died in order to cover the large army, so they were hurriedly buried nearby. ”

The two stood side by side in front of the tombstone, and Zhan Changsheng held Ding Haixing's hand tightly, only to control his anger and unwillingness.

Ding Haixing was a little painful from his scratch, but she felt that his hand was colder than hers.

You must know that as a ghost cultivator, what she likes is cold, Ding Haixing raised her head sideways and looked at him worriedly.

As if sensing Ding Haixing's eyes, Zhan Changsheng turned his head to look back at her, his eyes as black as ink, as dark as an impenetrable ancient well in the bright sunshine. But when he looked at her, there was a little broken light in his eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Zhan Changsheng took out a handkerchief from his pocket, stepped forward, and gently wiped the tombstone little by little, especially the words on the tombstone.

The tombstone is written with the name of the late mother, and the next paragraph: The child won the battle and stood on February 23, 1948.

Ding Haixing lowered her eyelids, took a deep breath of cold air, suppressed the sourness of her nose, raised her eyes and saw that Zhan Changsheng retreated, took her hand and said in a thick voice, "Mother, I got married today, and my son brought your daughter-in-law to see you." The voice was particularly deep, and he solemnly introduced, "Mother, this is your daughter-in-law Ding Haixing." ”

Ding Haixing knelt down and said, "Mother, I'm Ding Haixing." As he spoke, he placed the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.

"Why did you get down on your knees?" Zhan Changsheng said with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Shouldn't you kneel?" Ding Haixing looked up at him and blinked, "Kneel to the sky and kneel to your parents, isn't it?" He tugged at his hand and said, "You come to worship, and you don't kneel down." ”

Zhan Changsheng also knelt down, "My mother was ignorant just now, but your daughter-in-law taught me a lesson!" ”

"I thought you wouldn't kneel!" Ding Haixing looked at him and said.

"What you're trying to say is, 'A man has gold under his knees.'" Zhan Changsheng looked back at her, and a flash of light flashed in his dark eyes.

"It's not!" Ding Haixing chuckled, "I thought you would say that this is a feudal legacy, you are a party member and a soldier, a proletarian atheist, and you will not worship your ancestors in this way." ”