The two brothers could not recall anything else. Apex updates their memories of their grandparents the fastest, and that's it.

Song Xian's cry weakened, and the person was still standing, but his center of gravity was on the iron railing. She was tired of crying and stopped talking, and after a while, she nodded her head lightly.

Liu Zhiguo was relieved, called Song Xian, and prepared to go back.

Song Xian was still a little reluctant, but he finally calmed down and was able to discuss things.

Liu Zhiguo walked a few steps and stopped.

It was Guo Yujie who went over and helped Song Xian to go back. Song Xian's face was very ugly. Guo Yujie took out a tissue to wipe away her tears.

Our group returned to the car. Or Liu Zhijun driving. The car turned around and left the factory grounds.

Song Xian kept twisting his head and looking back.

I noticed, and her gaze was moving. The speed of movement was not fast, as if someone was running along this road, and Song Hyun was looking at each other.

When the car drove to the intersection and drove to the boundary of the factory, Song Xian's eyes stopped at the iron railing. She burst into tears again. After a long time, she turned her head, took the tissue handed over by Guo Yujie, and wiped away her tears.

The car drove through the industrial area here, and when it arrived at the residential area of the village and town, it was populated.

I sent a text message, on the one hand, to ask Wu Ling to check the situation here, and on the other hand, to tell Wu Ling the original thing.

Wu Ling was a little surprised, and sent back a few questions with a few questions.

I glanced at Song Xian's face and asked tentatively, "Grandma Song, aren't you a native of Minqing?" ”

Song Hyun was still immersed in grief and absent-minded.

I asked again, and she looked at me and nodded.

"My hometown is in the south, Guillotine Island." Song Hyun replied.

The name made the hairs stand on end.

"Guillotine Island?" Guo Yujie repeated in surprise, "Why is it called such a name?" ”

She is more harmless than me, and she looks like a silly and sweet little girl, and she doesn't make people defensive when she asks questions.

Song Xian's expression was also a little softer, "It's not the severed head, it's that there is a cliff on the island, a side, cut straight like this, it's like being cut down." The rest of the island, like a fish, is gone. That's why it's called Guillotine Island. When I was a child, I heard my grandparents say that there was a cave under the severed head. When the tide is high, it will be exposed, and it will be seen once in hundreds of years. If you enter from the inside, you will see the gods. The island is a big monster, and it used to be noisy, and the fishermen couldn't catch fish, and they all overturned the boat. A god cut off its head, and it became an island. The gods live on the island, and the fishermen live on the island. Our family has always been fishermen. The ancestors came from the shore and fled to the past. There's a family tree in the house. The old ancestor who escaped was an official before, was killed by **, and was about to be beheaded by the emperor, so he escaped, and the whole family escaped. ”

Song Xian talked about his childhood with a look of reminiscence.

I glanced at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun, and the two of them were surprised, obviously this was the first time they had heard of such a thing.

"Then how did you get to Minqing?" Guo Yujie asked curiously.

"It's also a refugee......" Song Xian's expression was gloomy, "Wasn't there a war at that time?" The ships of the army sailed to Guillotine Island. We had no choice but to take a small boat to land overnight. Later, there were people fleeing everywhere, and I went to Minqing. I worked as a textile worker, met Liu Zhongliang, and entered the steel mill......"

When Song Xian said this, he didn't say any more, and fell into his own memories.

"At that time, your parents came with you?" Guo Yujie asked.

"They were killed then." Song Xian couldn't cry anymore, but his eyes were red, "An uncle of mine helped me and took them to the shore." We were on the shore and burned them. I put two jars, and I always took them with me, and I took them with me wherever I fled...... Liu Zhongliang, that old brute, knows ......"

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun's expressions became embarrassed.

Liu Zhiguo called "Mom".

"That old brute did it, I can't say it yet? The old brute...... You're heading for that old brute! Song Xian was resentful.

It sounds like Liu Zhongliang and Song Xian promised to bury the ashes of their father-in-law and mother-in-law before they got married, but in the end they lost their words.

Song Xian scolded a few words in that dialect. Her swear was not a few familiar dialects. It seems to be the words of the guillotine island itself.

From Song Xian's intermittent unwilling scolding, I also confirmed my own conjecture.

Liu Zhongliang did promise Song Xian to bury Song Xian's parents properly. Song Xian's idea was to send the two old men back to their hometown, that is, to Guillotine Island, where they would be buried in the ancestral grave of the Song family.

Song Xian said that their family has a family tree, and the ancestor is still a big official who has to be personally questioned by the emperor when his head is beheaded, and his family background can be regarded as prominent. Growing on a semi-enclosed island, some of the family's rules have been preserved, and the family has lived there for generations, so the concept is very traditional.

Liu Zhongliang did not fulfill his promise.

Song Hyun put the ashes of his parents by his side. Even because of the taboo of Liu Zhongliang's parents, they had to hide the ashes of the two.

That particular cabinet was made by Liu Zhongliang.

Listening to Song Xian's scolding, I can roughly guess the struggle between Song Xian and his in-laws back then. Liu Zhongliang's father is also a person with a strong sense of tradition, and Liu Zhongliang's mother likes to visit her son's house and check everything in her son's house. Song Xian had to hide the ashes of his parents like that, and after decades, he naturally gave birth to resentment.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun embarrassedly helped their grandparents and father talk, but no matter how good they were to Song Xian in other aspects, their parents could not be buried, and it was always a thorn in Song Xian's heart.

"You want that, say it sooner. Grandparents have been gone for so long......" Liu Zhiguo listened too much and said impatiently.

And that's true.

Song Xian has to have a heart, and there is always a way to send his parents back to his homeland for burial, instead of waiting for Liu Zhongliang to help.

"You said earlier, we could find that island too. You ...... now" Liu Zhiguo shut up halfway through his words.

Originally, the ashes of the two old men were supposed to be sent to the ancestral grave of the Song family on Guillotine Island for burial, but now Song Xian wants to send the ashes to the factory area of other people's factories, and he looks like he wants to return the ashes to his deceased parents.

I can understand Liu Zhiguo's mood, in Internet language, it's really beepping.

Finding an island is probably not that difficult, it may be a matter of buying a ferry ticket.

The sea burial is also more reassuring than Song Xian's current wish.

Song Xian didn't seem to understand Liu Zhiguo's thoughts.

She was immersed in her own sadness and anger, but also a little joyful.

She urged Liu Zhijun to hurry up and drive to the six villages of workers and peasants to get the ashes jar.

"Grandma Song, why do you say that it is the cemetery of longevity?" Guo Yujie asked.

This is what I want to ask, and it is also the question that Wu Ling reminded me to ask.

Liu Zhiguo obviously didn't want to talk about this anymore and interrupted loudly.

Song Xian had already said the answer, "That's what my Abba and Mommy said. ”

Guo Yujie and I glanced at each other.

Liu Zhiguo's face turned blue, and Liu Zhijun's face was not good-looking.

"It used to be a cemetery. It could be who the old lady listened to. She was always with the old men and women in the community. Liu Zhiguo said.

Song Xian was silent.

I looked at Song Xian's expression, it was not like this, but Song Xian didn't want to continue answering.

Guo Yujie asked something later, but Song Xian was not very enthusiastic, not as knowledgeable as just now, and his emotions were exposed.

When the car returned to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, Liu Zhijun and Liu Zhiguo put me and Guo Yujie out of the car and persuaded the old lady to go home.

"I didn't have a good lunch." Liu Zhiguo said.

We couldn't find a noodle restaurant on the way and ate a bowl of noodles.

"Mom, it's too late. I'll have another round trip now, and I won't eat dinner. It's Saturday. I'll go with you again on Saturday and bring the ashes with you. Liu Zhijun persuaded.