At 3:40, the middle-aged couple held their son, and we followed behind with sacrificial supplies.
We came to the tombstone together.
This cemetery is the most popular in the village.
A middle-aged couple bought it for their own use in a hundred years.
However, they always have to pay for the evil consequences they planted ten years ago.
Since someone's grave has been dug, it makes sense to return one.
Because they were paying off debts, the middle-aged couple always looked very serious, and they had to bear the pain of waking up their son.
Zhu Changle and I divided the work and worked together to simply arrange the memorial scene.
Li Yuer, on the other hand, was very happy with the paper money folded in her hand: "Gold ingot, gold ingot, la la la." "" I looked away silently, looked up and saw Zhu Changle staring at me, and couldn't help but raise my eyebrows: "What are you doing."
What to look at.
Zhu Changle raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't you think she is a bit like you when you were a child, heartless and heartless."
Is Li Yuer kidding me?
She is obviously lacking in strength.
How could I be so smart and lacking in strength?
"Of course it's not when you are so defensive.
I remember when I was a child, your smile was just like hers, simple and pure, just like" Zhu Changle searched for words.
I squinted, waiting for her to say something harmful, but I didn't expect one.
"It's like you're not an orphan, like you've never been hurt."
His heart was hit hard, and his whole soul trembled.
Why do you understand me so well Why do you understand me so well but still turn your back on me when I need you most?
I ignored her with a cold face, but Zhu Changle's ability to observe words and emotions was as good as mine, and he quickly stopped talking.
Everything was ready, and the little boy was woken up and stood obediently and cautiously in front of the tombstone.
Kneel down and kowtow.
"This grandpa or grandma is sorry.
My parents did something to hurt you.
They did it wrong, and now they know they were wrong.
I kowtow to you on their behalf to admit their mistake."
The little boy's voice is still a little immature, but his attitude is very sincere and serious.
He kowtowed his head carefully, then raised his head and continued: "I was afraid of you before, but now I think clearly, you have never hurt me.
I am only afraid because I am timid.
You are just angry with my parents."
You never wanted to hurt me, right?"
After a pause, his little face became firmer and more sincere: "If you are still angry, go to me.
My parents did wrong things because of me.
Don't go to them, just go to me."
Three more sharp clicks.
The middle-aged women were watching and listening, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Even the middle-aged men couldn't help but have red eyes.
But they refused to help.
I asked them not to steal my son's home court under any circumstances.
According to my guess, the resentment was mainly against the middle-aged couple.
He didn't have much ill will towards the little boy, otherwise half a month would be enough time for the resentment to exhaust the little boy's energy.
How could he just be frightened and unwilling to go to school?
"It must have been difficult for you these past few years.
I would like to ask you to forgive my parents.
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I can be friends with you and treat you like an elder relative, okay?"
OK.
The tender voices of children were like the music of angels, reaching the hearts of everyone present.
I waited quietly.
I felt the wind around me suddenly rise, and I raised my brows.
Sure enough, the dark wind picked up the soil and leaves, swirling and growing in the air.
"Ah, this" the middle-aged woman was very scared and subconsciously wanted to hug her son.
But the little boy calmly pushed her away and said, "Mom, don't be afraid, it's Grandpa here."
He immediately raised his little neck and shouted to the cold wind, "Is this you, Grandpa?
Did you come to vent your anger on me?"
He stretched out his hand and spread it out, revealing his pink palms: "Come on, you can hit me as long as you calm down."
He smiled sweetly and looked more like an angel who had fallen into someone else's home.
Li Yue'er almost softened next to her, her eyes shining brightly: "Yeah, yeah, what should I do with Ning Huan?
I like him so much, I really want to rush over and hug him and kiss him all the time."
Come on, I roll my eyes.
Zhu Changle frowned and said, "Isn't it just a strange wind?
You are all so excited."
Li Yue'er tilted her head and pointed at the fragments of gray that were gradually merging together in the cold wind: "Hey, Boss Zhu, can't you see that black one is his great-grandfather?"
Zhu Changle glanced around blankly, his brows deepening.
"Shh, don't talk."
I interrupted their conversation.
Zhu Changle was an ordinary person.
She and the middle-aged couple couldn't see him.
The little boy could see a little because of his young age and his clear eyes.
The gray masses merged into a human form.
Although the color was light and somewhat incomplete, the appearance could barely be distinguished.
He glanced at the little boy with a hint of care in his eyes, and when he glanced at the middle-aged woman, a bit of contempt and hatred were vaguely visible in his eyes.
He sighed and turned to face us.
"To tell you the truth, I have never had the idea of revenge on the children.
I am just very angry at what these two people did.
Now in front of you two spiritual beings of Yin and Yang, I will make it clear.
From now on, as long as they pay tribute every day, one day Offering incense to me three times a day, after three years the grievances between us will be wiped out and I will be able to live up to the rest of the family."
"Okay."
I nodded immediately and told the middle-aged woman his request.
The middle-aged couple looked at each other, seemingly still doubtful.
But the little boy came closer and took his parents' hands and shook them: "Mom and Dad, what this sister said is true.
My great-grandfather really said that.
He also said that I am so cute.
Mom and Dad must love me very much."
It’s worthy of God’s gift.
Mom and Dad, what does this have to do with God’s gift?”
Every child is a beloved treasure of its parents.
The middle-aged woman was stabbed in the center room, her eyes filled with tears and she immediately choked out in an unknown direction: "I'm sorry, sir.
I'm sorry that we are not good people, but thank you for being so good to my baby, thank you."
I couldn't cry, I couldn't speak a word.
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The middle-aged man came over and hugged his wife and son, and solemnly made a promise: "We are willing to use five years to repay the mistakes made ten years ago religiously every day for five years.
Don't worry, uncle."
The three-year requirement was automatically increased by two years, which shows the sincerity of this family.
The gray ball nodded slowly, gave the little boy one last affectionate look, and finally faded away.
The wind stopped.
I lowered the hand hidden behind my back, put the pendant back on my wrist, and muttered: "It would be great if Song Li was here, so that I wouldn't have to worry about making preparations."
Li Yuer was very close and couldn't help but ask: "Where has he gone?"
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