Chapter 35 Snow White's Cemetery (5)

On New Year's Eve, according to my mother's order, my sister must go back to her husband's house for the New Year. She is unwilling to stay with her daughter at home because of losing her husband, so only my brother and I will spend New Year's Eve with her.In order not to make her sad, we all performed surprisingly diligently that day, and we all pretended to be very happy.At midnight, the sound of firecrackers outside became one, like an earthquake.Although our house didn't set off firecrackers, it seemed as if they did, and there were non-stop cracking sounds from all around the yard.My mother stood in front of the stove cooking dumplings as a housewife as in previous years, while my younger brother and I kept putting dishes, chopsticks, wine glasses and plates on the table non-stop.This is the most difficult time. As long as the New Year's Eve is over, the year will be over and life will be stable again.The night outside was dark, the air was cold, and there was no sign of snowflakes coming for a good year.We can't resist watching the year roll by.Years have passed for generations, and they are old and tired. It seems that every step of it is late.The scene of the cemetery on the mountain flashed before my eyes again. Now it is the cemetery of Snow White, and the stars must have flown there like fireflies.

We sat at the table and raised our wine glasses and made old wishes for the new year.Mother looked extremely calm.When I wished her a long life, and my younger brother knelt down and kowtowed to pray for her according to the custom, her kindness was fully revived like a plant in the spring of March.Mother also blessed us and said auspicious words that few of us younger generations can enjoy, which made us feel that we will be different this year.From the beginning to the end, she did not shed a single tear, and her eyes held the soft child-like soul perched in her eyes—that bright red spot, together with the mother's gaze, looked at the common child they created in this world .It was a warm and slightly sad New Year's Eve, and it sailed out of port like a ship with the resilient anger of my mother.I was greatly relieved.The fire was very warm that night, and the soft atmosphere in the room made us feel that spring had sneaked into the house sometime.

In the first day of junior high school, it suddenly began to snow endlessly.The winter mornings come late, and the snowy mornings are more like the early morning weather, so I woke up very late from my dream.I got up from the bed and felt that the room was warm. I tried the fire wall with my hand, only to find out that my mother had already got up and lit the fire. I suddenly had a desire to cry.It was very quiet outside the window, and there were no busy people on the road outside the vegetable garden. The year had passed, and everyone seemed to be resting heavily, and the whole town seemed to be paralyzed.I put on my clothes, went to the ground, and walked into the kitchen.First, I looked at the fire in the hearth, added some firewood, and then walked through the dusk-like corridor to my mother's room.But I suddenly found that my mother was not in the room, and her room was very clean.My heart sank, and I hurriedly went to my brother's room to shake him up from the bed, and asked him, "Where did Mom go?" "I don't know." He replied sleepily. "She's gone," I said. "I won't go far." The younger brother dressed confidently and ran to the yard outside the house to find his mother. He first went to the toilet and then into the barn, but he couldn't find her. "Are you going to fetch water?" the younger brother asked. "No, the buckets are all at home." We were so anxious that we almost burst into tears.At this moment, my sister and brother-in-law came back to the door. As soon as my sister came in, she felt that the atmosphere was not normal. She asked me anxiously: "What's wrong with our mother?" She left after lighting the stove," I said. "Why don't you take a good look at her?" My sister complained to us, with tears in her eyes.

Will mother really abandon us because of a momentary miss?The scene of the cemetery on the hill suddenly flashed before my eyes.Now that is Baixue's cemetery, will mother go there?Before I had time to tell my sister about this terrible idea, my mother suddenly pushed the door open and entered.She must have walked a long way, there was a lot of snow on her body, she was wearing a black scarf, her face was fresher, and her eyes were full of vitality. "Where have you been, we are so anxious." My sister said. Mother took off the scarf, patted the snowflakes on her body up and down, and smiled a little embarrassedly, as if she had gone to someone else's garden to steal flowers.She told us softly: "I see your father has gone."

"Have you found the place yet?" we asked her. "I found it as soon as I went up the mountain." She lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice, "When I saw his grave, my heart beat differently from other graves. I knew it was your father." We all hung our heads and regretted not taking her to the cemetery that day. "It's really nice there." Mother said a little fascinatedly, "There are so many trees around, he really knows how to find a place. In spring, I don't know how beautiful it is there." After she finished speaking, she went into the back room to put the scarves and gloves, and then Go back to the kitchen and put on your apron.I saw her hair was shining, she looked more refreshed, and I saw the scene of the cemetery again.Now there is Baixue's cemetery, the snow is as thick as a white mist, and my father is covered in this clear white mist.

Mother lifted the hoop to see the fire in the hearth, and I was surprised to find that her eyes were so clear and compelling because the red bean had disappeared!It seems that his father refused to go to the cemetery on the mountain to sleep alone from the moment he died, so he hid from his mother's eyes, and he stayed there with peace of mind until his mother personally sent him to the residence.He stayed there, it was the courage his mother gave him, it was the good weather that his mother gave him to rest.The heavy snow outside the window rolled silently and crazily, and I suddenly understood that my mother was so rich, and her emotional savings would make the memories last like a fire for the rest of her life.At this time, my mother turned to us gently and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"