Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 75
Qingming.

In the past few days, Chen Chuanwang has basically spent in code words, and it is not considered a spring of writing, nor a burst of inspiration, but it is very smooth.

Early in the morning, Chen Chuanwang was woken up by his grandfather.

"Get up quickly, have breakfast, and then go to the grave."

"understood."

Chen Chuanwang stretched and got up.

The current time is six o'clock in the morning, and Chen Chuanwang has never woken up so early since he graduated from high school.

Tomb-sweeping, he has not been there for seven years.

Chen Chuanwang washed up, ate a bowl of porridge made with pickled mustard, and patted his stomach comfortably.

Drinking porridge every day, it's bland and tasteless, he definitely can't stand it, but it's still very good to have a sip of porridge once in a while.

Grandma was sitting at the door, patting Xiao Hei's dog's head with a cane. The dog was so clingy that it always seemed to be by Grandma's side.

"Have you eaten yet?" Grandpa drove the electric tricycle out of the garage and shouted into it.

"All right."

After briefly washing the bowls and chopsticks, Chen Chuanwang wiped his wet hands on his buttocks: "Here we come."

This time he didn't ride a bike, because the tomb of the grandpa and grandma was a little far away.

"Do you still remember how to burn paper? Call your grandpa and grandma's name."

"After so many years, how can I remember the name? I will watch the tombstone burn when the time comes."

There is a name on the tombstone, it doesn't matter if Chen Chuanwang remembers it or not.

Although the location of the tomb can be regarded as the boundary of the town, it is very remote. If the road hadn't been built a few years ago, the tricycle would have to park on the side of the road and walk over.

At an intersection, Grandpa stopped the car.

Chen Chuanwang jumped down skillfully, walked to the door of the small supermarket, and took some yellow paper, paper money, and gold ingots.

Grandpa picked out a few firecrackers and two small fireworks.

"Do you want a lighter?" The proprietress and grandpa are also acquaintances: "I'll give you a lighter."

Grandpa bared his yellow teeth: "Then give me another pack of cigarettes."

Because he came earlier, Grandpa wasn't in too much of a hurry to go there. He first chatted with acquaintances who passed by to sweep the grave.

"This is your grandson? Are you this old?!"

"That's right, you're the only one this year? Where's your grandson?"

"Go to school, it's far away from home, so I haven't come back."

Chen Chuanwang walked around in the small supermarket. He wanted to buy something to eat, but after walking around several times, no one wanted to eat. Finally, he licked his lips and bought a bottle of milk.

Grandpa doesn't like to drink beverages. Even if he drinks, he must drink tea-flavored beverages, which are not available in this small supermarket.

Walking out of the shop, Chen Chuanwang stood in the cool breeze, waiting for the chattering of grandpa to end.

The so-called Qingming season rains heavily, and passers-by on the road want to die.

Although it didn't rain today, the air was filled with water vapor, and the breeze was blowing, making it cool for a while.

Most of the passers-by were rushing to sweep graves while rushing to work.

Don't say that Qingming is not a holiday, in this small county, there are not many occupations that really have a Qingming holiday, let alone a small town.

Most of the people passing by were wearing clothes from various electronics factories and cable factories, and occasionally there were a few people who were dirty all over. Chen Chuanwang could tell at a glance that those people were either carpenters or bricklayers. Most of them are old people.

"Awang, let's go."

In a daze, grandpa called Chen Chuanwang.

Chen Chuanwang replied and got in the car.

"You have to remember your name this time. In a few years, you will be the only one left to visit the grave."

"And my dad, uncle, and Chen Zhen."

Chen Zhen is the uncle's son and Chen Chuanwang's younger brother.

"Can it be the same?" Grandpa's cigarette was bitten crookedly in his mouth: "You are the eldest grandson, who can compare with you."

Chen Chuanwang laughed: "It's the same, it's the same, now there's no need to pay attention to the eldest son and grandson."

They are a large family who usually don't care about these ancient traditional etiquettes. They only pay a little attention to more traditional festivals like Qingming, but not many.

The electric tricycle traveled slowly, and it took about half an hour to arrive at the place.

"Fortunately, the road was built, otherwise we would have stopped here."

Grandpa chuckled, then drove the car into the small road, and after driving for a few minutes, it stopped at the door of a house.

The movement of parking soon attracted the people in the room. An old man who lost his right hand came out. Seeing him, he said with a smile:

"Akui, come back to visit the grave."

"Yes, bring my grandson to visit the grave." Grandpa turned his head and patted Chen Chuanwang on the back: "Call someone, this is your grandpa."

"Grandpa."

Chen Chuanwang didn't know the person in front of him, but he knew what this grandpa had to do with him.

In his great-grandfather's generation, the hometowns of Xiaochen Village and Dachen Village are both here, and the great-grandfather in front of him is the heir of the great-grandfather's generation who didn't leave his hometown back then.

After living for more than 20 years, he rarely comes to this place, really rarely.

When he was in elementary school, his grandfather didn't bring him to sweep the grave. In junior high school, he did it three or four times. When he was in high school, he was basically not at home.

The grandpa squinted his eyes and looked Chen Chuanwang up and down: "He is really handsome, but he is a little thin, Akui, you usually don't feed him."

Grandpa smiled and said, "What do you mean I don't feed him usually? He chooses it himself."

In fact, Chen Chuanwang is not really thin, but has a relatively healthy body shape, but the measure of "health" is different in everyone's mind.

The older generation of peasants think that the stronger the better, the thicker the better, and the fatter the better, so in their opinion, Chen Chuanwang is thin.

As time went by, more and more people came to visit the grave. Occasionally, there would be one or two brand-new cars parked on the side of the road, and the people who got out of the cars were all well-dressed.

Grandpa pointed to the person getting on and off of a Mercedes-Benz: "That must be the son of Ah San's family."

Grandpa nodded: "Yes, working in Jiangnan, he was very promising, bought a car, bought a house, and gave birth to a pair of twins. Ah San was smiling when she closed her eyes."

"Ah San is gone?" Grandpa frowned.

The grandpa said: "It's gone for a long time. It seems that he has some kind of cancer. His son has always wanted to treat him, but you also know that he has a very stubborn temper. He has been picking to death all his life, so he doesn't want to waste money on himself. Woolen cloth."

Grandpa was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief: "... If you want me to say, maybe when Ah San got sick, he thought it was not a serious illness, and he could take a few pills to deal with it, and then he endured it all the time, but something happened to him Right?"

The grandpa sighed: "Who knows, this disease will come when you say it, and this person will die when he says it, and he will live almost as soon as he wants to go."

A cigarette was smoked by grandpa within a few minutes, and the butt of the cigarette was crushed. Grandpa didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, grandpa said to grandpa: "We also went to sweep the grave, so that's all for now."

"it is good."

Grandpa sat down on the chair.

Grandpa and Chen Chuanwang carried things in both hands and walked to the field across the road.

That's right, this grave is buried in the field.

(End of this chapter)