at first i just wanted to sing

Chapter 173
Qingming, a sad day.

Read all the poems about Qingming, and you will find that there is no one sentence that can make people feel better. There are also some ancients who chant some seemingly free and easy poems during Qingming, but how can future generations know the true inner thoughts.

It's not a very good day after all.

Qingming in the north is prone to rain. When Xu Xian and his parents went out, the sky was a bit gloomy. Father Xu put the fruits and incense candles used for sacrifice in the trunk and looked at the sky: "Don't let it rain. It’s really a crime not to go to the ancestral grave.”

There is no road in the Xu family's ancestral grave, and it needs to pass through other people's fields. If it really rains, it will be really difficult to walk.

Xu's mother proudly put the bag in her trunk into the trunk: "I prepared two pairs of old shoes in advance, and I put them in directly when I got there."

Xu Xian complimented Xu's mother very dog-leggedly: "My mother is wise, and she has made every plan and strategized."

Xu's mother waved her hand, "I don't want old words, but I will accept other compliments."

When Xu's father drove off, Xu's mother asked, "Your Fengshen made a lot of noise."

Xu Xian: "Generally speaking, it's just to warm up the publicity."

Xu's mother: "A few young people in the troupe submitted their resumes and were rejected in the second round. There are still people who want to ask me to go through your back door."

Xu Xian: "This road will not work."

Just kidding, this back door, is he serious, even if he has a serious relationship, that's impossible, and it's not the kind of relationship that is really good enough to refuse.

He is next to such a powerful rich woman, no one asked him for help when he was young, how can he help outsiders?

Think more.

Xu's mother: "But I've seen the people selected this time. They are really good-looking, each with their own characteristics, and they are not the same foxy girls."

Unlike Ms. Feng who likes to watch dog-blood dramas, Mother Xu especially likes TV dramas with different personalities and well-crafted characters. Some loyal audiences of period dramas, love here is not the kind of life-and-death. , is to focus on a truth.

Xu Xian: "This is a fictional drama, and it's all fake."

Xu's mother: "It's enough to act well. I still like to watch those who can act well."

Xu Xian: "Then this drama should be quite exciting."

In addition to selecting some newcomers, there are actually a lot of talented people. At that time, everyone will find that there are no familiar hot streams, but there are many familiar faces.

Many people's acting skills are actually not inferior to those movie kings and movie kings.

The car crossed the Yellow River all the way, turned from the national highway to the provincial highway, and finally entered the familiar country road.

When Xu's father stopped the car, it began to drizzle innocently.

Xu Xian sighed: "There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road want to die."

Father Xu shook his head and read it again: "This poem is really well written."

Xu's mother looked at Xu's father with contempt: "You are a physical education teacher, and you look like you have read so many books. You and I analyze and analyze, what's so good?"

Xu's father blushed: "What's wrong with the physical education teacher, why don't people improve."

Mother Xu threw the shoes in the bag on the ground, and said to Father Xu and Xu Xian, "Change your shoes."

"Let you improve, Xu bought so many books when he went to school at home, and I haven't seen you read a single one for so many years."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something: "No, when Xu Xian was young, you and him grabbed the picture books to read, and then you never read the ones with too many words."

Xu's father was speechless. If he really loved learning, he wouldn't have gone to Greentown early to work hard.

But Xu's father also has a way to deal with Xu's mother: "What's the use of reading so many books, I will really go to repeat them at that time, how can I marry such a good wife like you."

Xu's mother's cheeks were a little red, she gave Xu's father a charming look, and said coquettishly, "Look at you, the child is still here."

Xu Xian held a bag in each hand, with a blank expression on his face: "You can pretend that I don't exist, can you go and offer incense to grandparents now?"

Xu's father took a fruit bag from Xu Xian, and said to Xu's mother, "It's raining, you can wait for us in the car."

In Xu Xian's hometown, there are not many rules for worshiping ancestors during the Qingming Festival these years, not to say that everyone must go.

Xu's mother followed along on the narrow path: "I've come here, and I'm not a delicate person, but the stinky rules of your family have to be changed. What age is it? Women are not allowed to participate in the ancestor worship during the Spring Festival. If it's a hotheaded one, I really won't come today."

Father Xu and Xu Xian kept silent. They also knew it was not good, but worshiping ancestors during the Spring Festival is a group activity. Although Xu Xian is doing well now, he really has no say in this matter. , Every year when ancestors are worshiped, there is a row of gray-haired old people standing in front of them.

Xu Xian can only stand in the third row, so this matter is really out of the question.

As for whether this is a bad habit, Xu Xian doesn't know how to judge it. After all, apart from the Internet, there is really no discussion of gender equality for this in reality.

When Xu Xian followed Xu's father to the ancestral grave, he first arranged tributes for his grandfather, and then put one or two fruits in front of the elder's tombstone, then lit the incense candles, and bowed three times.

After the worship, Xu's grandparents burned paper, money, ingots and so on, and told grandpa about the recent situation.

"When I come back next time, I should bring you a future granddaughter-in-law. She treats me very well, and she is tall and beautiful. At that time, you can also brag in front of other grandparents below. "

Xu Xian actually doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he respects the traditions and the culture passed down by the people of the country for thousands of years. No matter how many people are calling these dross, he still thinks that people at least——

We should not forget our roots, this is the simplest value.

After Xu's father burned incense in front of the tomb that should be visited, Xu Xian received the tribute and walked back with his parents.

On the way, I also met people from the same village, and I was surprised that Xu Xian was able to come back during the one-day holiday.

After all, the old Xu family is really casual on weekdays.

After visiting the grave, Xu's father took Xu's mother and Xu Xian to the houses of the close relatives. This small village basically has no people with other surnames, and they have to call something when they meet.

Like most rural areas, young and middle-aged people are working outside, and young people are studying abroad. Those who are capable are either in the county or in the city, or settle in the provincial capital like Xu's father. There are not many children, and it is empty.

This is just a microcosm of today's society.

But at least the people in this village still have hope. They left the land guarded by their ancestors and became city dwellers that the old people never dared to dream of. But when they go out, they will find that they want more and more. Still such a small place.

Well, after all, unless you live in a courtyard house in the city like Xu Xian, a house in the city is not as fragrant as a courtyard in the countryside.

It's not for future generations to live a better life than they did in this life, who likes to roll in that crappy place.

(End of this chapter)