56: C56 Returning to His Old Home(4)

C56 Returning to His Old Home(4)

After that, Captain Liu wiped his tears and continued, "I have always been repenting for the bad things I have done in the past. Today, I am able to see you. After getting your forgiveness, I feel much more at ease. I will die in peace now... "

"Don't be too pessimistic, living is better than anything else. " I saw that this old man had tears flowing down his face, looking very pitiful, and all of his resentment vanished. He took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Captain Liu, saying," Captain Liu, you are alone at home without anyone to take care of you. It is not convenient for you to do anything. I have nothing to help you with. Take this money and spend it first. If I have time in the future, I will come to see you again... "

Old Liu hurriedly said, "Xiangyang, you can't do that. When I think about how I treated you and your son, you didn't ask me for revenge, and you even gave me so much money. How can you let my conscience go?"

"Captain Liu, don't say that. Please accept this money!" I stubbornly said.

Old Liu threw down his crutch, knelt on the ground, and said loudly, "Xiangyang, thank you. You are a great man. I, Old Liu, will kowtow to you!"

This poor old man never dreamed that I would be so magnanimous. Not only did I not hold a grudge, I even gave him money.

"Captain Liu, get up quickly. The past is past. Don't think so much." I helped Old Liu up from the ground and turned around to leave.

Old Liu suddenly got so much money from me. It was no different from a pie falling from the sky.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that when he was poor, there would be a kind-hearted person who would lend a helping hand, and this kind-hearted person was Lee Xiangyang, whom he had once molested his mother and hated to the core.

This old man had never seen so much money in his dreams. He hurriedly closed the door and picked up the money on the table to count them one by one.

Gradually, Old Liu was immersed in an extremely excited state. He forgot all his worries and pain, and all the grudges and grudges in the world.

He seemed to see his missing daughter, his dead wife and son waving at him repeatedly in a splendid castle. He seemed to have walked into a road to heaven, approaching his family step by step.

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After leaving Captain Liu's home, I thought of my father. I thought of my father's teachings under the stick when I was young, and the scene before my father died. I bought some incense, wax, paper money, and a string of firecrackers in a small shop in the village. He went to pay respects to his father's grave.

I brought these sacrifices to a small hill behind my house.

My father's grave was covered with green grass, and the grass was decorated with wild flowers, as if there were traces of time carved on the old man's face.

At this moment, my father's kind and serious face appeared in front of my eyes.

Recalling the difficult days I spent with my father and those happy and sweet times, recalling how he was disappointed in me, tears uncontrollably flow down from the corners of my eyes.

I lit three incense sticks and two candles on my father's grave. After burning a pile of paper money, I kneel on the ground and cry loudly:

"Father, my son is unfilial. After you left the world for so many years, I have never come back to visit you. Today, I am back to see you!"

After a long time, I stopped crying. I stood up from the ground and set off a string of firecrackers to convey my longing and greetings to my father.

After a burst of thick firecrackers, my father's grave was filled with thick smoke and the smell of gunpowder.

Pieces of paper that had been blown up were scattered on the grave. Thin pieces of paper were scattered among the weeds on the grave; a pile of paper money was burning in front of the grave. The ash was dancing in the breeze. A few sticks of smoke came out of the incense stick and surrounded the grave. The two burning candles were swaying in the wind.

For a moment, smoke was blowing in front of his father's grave. Pieces of paper were flying in the air.

After paying my respects, I used my hands to dig out some fresh soil on my father's grave.

"Father, rest in peace. You will forever live in our hearts, and we will never forget you. I must find my mother and let her live peacefully in her old age!"

I silently prayed in front of my father's grave. If my father had a spirit in the heavens, he would definitely feel gratified that he had a son like me.

As I left my father's grave and was about to leave the village, on the way back to the city in a taxi, I suddenly heard a few birds chirping loudly on the tree. They seemed to be fighting over each other to sing praises:

"Xiangyang came back to visit my father! He came back to visit my father's grave!"

I looked back and saw that the fresh soil on my father's grave was emitting vitality and was slowly sprouting.

"Xiangyang, where are you going?" I finished mourning in front of my father's grave and walked down the hill. Just as I was about to take a taxi back to Nanhua, Mrs Zhang stopped me at the foot of the mountain.1

"I'm going back to Nanhua." I replied perfunctorily.

"You haven't come back for so many years. It wasn't easy for Aunty to see you once. Let's have dinner at my house before going back!" Mrs Zhang said earnestly.

"No, I have other things to do." I politely declined.

"Are you looking down on your aunt?" Mrs Zhang said unhappily.

"No, you are someone I respect since I was young. How could I look down on you?" I said in a fawning manner.

"In that case, you should have dinner at my place before you leave," Mrs Zhang said. "I have already killed all the chickens and made dinner. If you don't stay for dinner, I will be angry."

My mother found out that I fainted on the way. She carried me on her back, braving the drizzle and walking on the slippery muddy road. After walking for more than ten miles on the mountain road, she carried me home, only to find that all of our animals had been stolen.

Mrs Zhang patiently guided my mother. The scene of her delivering food to us warmed my heart and I agreed to stay for dinner.

Thus, I ran to the village and called the taxi driver over. He followed me to Mrs Zhang's house for dinner.

When Mrs Zhang saw that I stayed for dinner, her heart was filled with joy. She took out all the delicious food in the house and placed a table full of food in the hall.

Chicken, duck, fish, and meat were all available. The old bacon and sausages in the mountain village were all on the table, making it seem like it was the new year. Mrs Zhang made me feel very embarrassed.

I held the chopsticks and ate the delicious food on the table. Thinking of the time when my mother held the steaming hot food and called me to eat, my heart was not happy and the food was hard to swallow.

"Xiangyang, is it that the food cooked by Auntie is not to your liking?" Mrs Zhang asked eagerly.

"No, it's very delicious!" I shook my head and praised, "I haven't eaten such delicious food for many years."

"If it's delicious, then eat more!" As she spoke, Mrs Zhang kept helping me and the taxi driver to get food into their bowls, making us very embarrassed.

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