The Ching Ming Festival is a festival for ancestor worship. Every family goes to their graves to show their nostalgia for the loss of their loved ones.
Er Laizi is in his early thirties this year. After graduating from high school, he learned to drive a car. Although his mother died early, his father took care of him at home, and Er Laizi ran transportation and made a lot of money. Although the family was incomplete, he was organized and happy. It also melted, and turned the original three adobe houses into a brick house with tiles on top.
But the good times didn’t last long. I don’t know when the bum fell into the habit of gambling. His savings over the past few years have also lost everything. The owner of the car also fired him. He was hanging around and doing nothing.
From then on, Er Laizi fell asleep during the day, and at night, the energy came, and he did not return at night. In the end, he even lost his three brick houses, and his father was angry and went to the west.
Three years since the death of his father, Er Laizi has not been to his father’s grave. Today, I saw people carrying baskets and carrying baskets to the grave, and he was also going to go to the grave for his father.
He cut a catty of meat from the market, bought a Chinese cabbage, and mixed the stuffing with buns. He made the noodles and was embarrassed. He had never made dumplings. What should he do? He rolled a big pie, poured all the dumpling stuffing in, wrapped it up, and steamed it in a big pot.
He brought a circle pan, put the big bun in it, bought yellow paper, incense and other things, and bought a bottle of Erguotou. He carried the circle pan to his father’s grave.
He saw the weeds on his father’s grave everywhere, and his heart was desolate.
He squatted down, pulled out all the weeds, put the big bun and the circle in front of his father’s grave, poured a glass of wine, lit the incense, and burned the yellow paper while talking.
“Father, the unfilial son came to see you, did you hear that?”
He sighed and continued: “Hey! Father, since your old man passed away, I missed you every day. I wanted to come to your grave early. There is really no time to go. Please don’t blame the old man.” After speaking, he picked it up. The glass of wine spilled on the ground, filled another glass, and drank it by himself.
He poured another glass, holding the wine glass and continued: “My father, look at my friends who grew up with me, their children have all gone to school, but I have not found a daughter-in-law, please old man, bless me, Speaking of a good wife who gave you a white and fat grandson, don’t watch it, our family has no grandchildren!” After speaking, tears burst into tears. Then he drank that glass of wine upright.
Er Laizi, while drinking wine in order to pray, did not know how long he had passed, he fell asleep in a daze in front of his father’s grave.
“Second Laizi, Di Laizi.” Di Laizi dimly heard someone calling him, so he opened his eyes quickly and turned out to be his father. “
“Father, is it you? Where have you been? I miss you so much! “The second son cried.
“My child, where have you been in the past few years, and you haven’t come to give me food. I haven’t eaten anything for three years.” Then, my father lifted the big bun with both hands and ate it with big mouthfuls.
“Dad, these are all of my belongings. I didn’t eat any food in the morning, so leave me some!” Erlaizi begged his father.
“Child, are you still so shabby now?” Father asked.
“Since I got into the habit of gambling, I have lost all the family property.” Erlaizi said with a sigh.
“You lost your property, your house, and your job. If you have a wife and children, you won’t all be lost! You are a prodigal son.” The father said angrily, putting the bun on the ground.
“The child can’t lose, but the wife loses.” said Bellako.
“Have you ever married a wife?” Father asked.
“How can I have the money to marry a wife, until now, whose girl is willing to follow a pauper!”
“Then what happened when you lost your wife?”