Chapter 34 Snow White's Cemetery (4)

Nian has already walked to the threshold panting like a big-bellied arhat who hasn't eaten for many days. Just open the door a little, and it will come in hungry.In two more days it will be New Year's Eve, and we will go to the mountains to invite Dad to come home for the New Year according to the custom.Early in the morning, my mother got up and was busy frying fish, frying shredded chicken, and spreading eggs. She made these for going to the grave, while the three of us, my siblings, printed paper money for my father in the back room.In order to make my father the richest there, we always use one hundred yuan coins to make paper money.The careful sister said that the bills were big and my father was afraid that he would not be able to find things when he bought things, so we gave some small change.When everything was ready and we were about to set off, my mother suddenly said: "Let me go too." Mother lowered her hand and asked for our opinions naturally.My brother and I looked at my sister at the same time, because she has the most say.My sister said: "Don't go, we can go." "But I haven't been there once." Mother said aggrievedly, as if we deprived her of the right to visit her husband. "But you will cry again when you go." My sister said bluntly. "I promise I won't cry." Almost girlish, the mother quickly took off her apron and rushed into the back room to find a scarf and gloves.My sister still asked me with lingering fear: "Do you think she will cry when she goes?" "I think she will." I said. "I'm sure I'm going to cry," my brother added. "Then don't let her go." After my sister finished speaking, the three of us, my siblings, slipped out of the house before she came out.Like thieves, we scuttled along the side of the shoji onto the road, and quickly left my mother behind.She didn't know the exact location of her father's cemetery, and after she found out that we were getting rid of her on purpose, she would never chase us again.

The weather is extremely cold, even the sound of firecrackers in the sky is cold.After entering the mountain, our eyes kept looking at the place where my father lived, as if we were longing to return home after a long absence.There were several large birds hovering in the treetops above the cemetery, like graveyard wardens.When we reached our father, we knelt together as if we saw God, and we made the oldest sacrifice.The dense smoke from the burning of paper money made me seem to see my father's hands. He did isolate us, and we will never be able to hold these hands again.At this time, I couldn't help thinking of my mother again. What would happen if she stood here?

It was nearly noon when we bid farewell to the cemetery and walked home.It was warm in the kitchen, with a great fire.Mother was watching a basin to cut fish without raising her head. It seemed that she was angry, and she was rarely angry with us like this.After we washed our hands, we hurriedly went to our respective positions to do our own work. At this time, my mother suddenly asked directly: "Did you call your dad home for the New Year?" "Hello." My younger brother said tremblingly. "How did you say hello?" Mother looked up, and I saw that her eye circles were red, she must have cried.

"We said, everything is ready at home, Dad, you can go home for the New Year." The younger brother said this in a very delicate voice. "Did you say anything else?" "I told him to bless my brother to be admitted to university this year." I added anxiously. "You still want him to worry so much?" Mother ran on me mercilessly, which could only explain that she was not happy about not letting her go to the cemetery just now. "I didn't do it on purpose." I said, tears seemed to flow out again, and I hurried to the stove to poke the fire.

"It's okay, you all can do what you should do." The mother sighed and stopped pursuing it.