The development of rebirth is not right

Chapter 67

On Saturday, because they were going to visit the grave of Rong Yao's parents, the two got up early in the morning.

Xun Baozhang also prepared some things for grave sweeping in advance.These were all Xun Baozhang's intentions, so Rong Yao let Xun Baozhang to prepare, didn't intervene at all, only stopped Xun Baozhang when he was buying flowers, saying that he could just cut some from the yard.

Although it is almost winter now, the flowers in the yard are in full bloom.

Most of these flowers, Xun Baozhang can't name them, but together they have a kind of vitality and beauty, which is very beautiful.After Rong Yao washed up, he took a pair of scissors, picked up some beautiful flower scissors, and cut a large bunch in a short while.When Xun Baozhang saw it, he hurriedly handed over the ribbon in his hand, and then went into the house to carry his things.

When he came out again, Rong Yao had tied up the flowers and was putting the scissors on the window sill.

"Let's go." Rong Yao helped Xun Baozhang carry some things, and then walked out of the yard.Xun Baozhang followed behind him. After passing through the path in the fruit forest next to the house, the road ahead opened up a lot. Rong Yao slowed down and walked side by side with Xun Baozhang.

Most of the country is buried in the ground, and Rong Yao's parents are no exception. They are buried on a mountainside near their home, and it takes less than half an hour to get there.

Suddenly, Rong Yao's muffled voice sounded, "I was only in the fourth grade when my parents died."

Xun Baozhang turned his head to look, only to see Rong Yao lowered his head, frowning slightly, obviously unhappy.Putting everything in his hand behind his left hand, Xun Baozhang reached out to hold Rong Yao's wrist.

Rong Yao broke away from the past, raised his head and smiled at Xun Baozhang, and continued: "The weather was fine that day, my mother said that I would go to the mountain to paint, and my father asked someone to help move some things to the mountain, how would I know? The storm came suddenly, and they couldn't come back. Most of the family's savings were lost, and some money was used to ask someone to help find the body, and they were all found. After I buried my parents, my uncle Second Uncle and Uncle will take me back to the village to live with them..."

Speaking of this, Rong Yao laughed, "When my parents were alive, they seldom went back once a year. I have never even met those uncles. How could I believe that they would treat me kindly? It's probably because of my father. Mom left that house, and I had no choice but to save my life, so I took a knife to block them, scaring them... until now, I dare not come again Find me."

Following Rong Yao's words, Xun Baozhang's mood also became heavy, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

"Don't feel sorry for me, if I can tell you, it means I don't care." Seeing that Xun Baozhang's eyes were red, Rong Yao regretted telling Xun Baozhang about this, but he really didn't care much.At that time, he had a very painful life, but when he talks about these things now, it is more about the nostalgia for his parents and the yearning for the future life.

"How can you not care? If I could meet you sooner, I could be your company." Xun Baozhang knew it was impossible, but he still couldn't help but say it.

"It's not too late now!" Rong Yao said with a smile, "We are not even in our twenties now, and we still have five or sixty years to live."

"Five or 60 years..." Xun Baozhang felt that it was too short, and said, "We must take good care of our bodies and strive to live to a hundred years." Before Rong Yao could speak, he said angrily, "Forget it .”

If he lived to such an old age, he must have lost all his teeth, his hair would also be white, his face would be wrinkled, and he would definitely not look good.

"Forget it? I'm going to live to be a hundred years old. Are you going to be one step ahead of me?" Rong Yao felt happy when he thought that the two of them could live forever.

When Xun Baozhang heard this, he quickly said: "Of course not, I will definitely live longer than you." He firmly believed that even if Rong Yao was old, he would still be a beautiful old man, so he didn't want to leave Rong Yao alone for others to covet Woolen cloth.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the grave of Rong Yao's parents.

Xun Baozhang had seen photos of Rong Yao's parents at Rong Yao's house, they were still very young, and the smiles on their faces were very happy and bright.At that time, Xun Baozhang only thought that they were a loving couple, but it was a pity that they died young.However, when he looked at it now, his mood was very different. How much he wished that they were still alive, so that Rong Yao wouldn't have to live alone for so many years.

Rong Yao put the flowers he brought in front of the tombstone, burnt incense and lit wax, and burned everything that should be burned.In the end, he knelt down in the open space in front of the tombstone, "Mom and Dad, I'm doing well now! I already have someone I like, and I'll bring him to see you now, so don't worry."

Xun Baozhang also knelt down beside him, nodded respectfully, and said, "Parents, don't worry, I will live a good life with Rong Yao."

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, and after removing all the weeds around the tomb with the tools they brought, they went down the mountain together after the fire went out.

Passing through the fruit forest, Xun Baozhang stopped, and saw two cars parked in front of Rong Yao's house.