April 4th.

Qingming.

Early in the morning, on the hillside of Erdaoliang in Xujiawan, the air blown by bursts of green smoke was full of longing and sadness.

Xu Xin held in his hand a copy of "Journal of Beijing Film Academy" that Su Meng had brought back from Yanjing overnight. He turned to a certain page, tore it off, and put it into the blazing flames in front of him.

On the page of the book, the paper titled "Judging the Future Industry Market Development Change Rules and Possibilities from the Increase of Actor Practitioners" quickly turned black and curled in the flames, and finally the words "Author: Xu Xin" were burned together.

Swallowed, stamped, given wings, and flew into the hands of the person Xu Xin missed the most.

Xu Muchen was still too young, so his sister-in-law took care of him, and Xu Daqiang didn't want his grandson to come over.

I'm afraid that if any of the ancestors sees this child as a stranger and follows him all the way home, then it will still be the child who suffers.

Yang Mi's theory is actually similar.

So this year, only three people, father and son, came back to visit the grave.

However, these gold bars and gold ingots were all folded by Yang Mi and her sister-in-law.

Filial piety is also fulfilled.

Xu Xin held the journal of Beijing Film Academy in his hand and watched everything in the fire slowly turn into ashes.

Rarely, my heart felt calm at this time.

Neither sad nor happy.

At some point, when he came to his mother's grave, he seemed to have forgotten the emotion called "sadness".

Very peaceful.

But it's not the kind of peace without any disturbance, but more like... the kind of peace that comes after you grow up and "reconcile" with many things.

I can't describe the specific state.

I don’t know if I have grown up with this mentality.

It's just very inexplicable.

At this moment, neither the father nor the son spoke, they just waited quietly for all the paper money and ingots to be burned.

Finally Xu Daqiang said:

"Okay, kowtow to your mother, then go kowtow to your grandparents and then go home."

"Um."

The two brothers nodded, knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Xu Xin whispered:

"Mom, I'll see you again on July 15th."

Just as he stood up and was about to leave... his footsteps paused again.

He turned around and continued:

"That paper was published in the best C journal in China, and most people can't get it. If you come back in July, you'll have a PhD!"

As he said that, he glanced at Xu Miao and deliberately raised his voice:

"I have a doctorate. Xu Miao is a bachelor. I am much better than him."

"..."

Xu Miao paused for a moment.

He turned to look at his brother, his face full of dissatisfaction.

I mean, it’s hard to tell in front of our mother.

Let's continue reading. We can't decide who is laughing at who.

You don’t know how much money your dad paid to imitate me?

Just luck.

What humanity!

Xu Xin looked at his brother and just shrugged:

"What?"

Can you still hit me?

Small sample.

I'll pick out the shrimp threads for you.

…

After visiting the graves, I returned home with the tributes given by my ancestors.

After Zhang Qian heard the news, she walked out of the house softly.

When Xu Xin saw this, he knew that the little guy Xu Muchen probably hadn't woken up yet.

Okay, this little guy can probably sleep.

"You two go take a shower."

Xu Daqiang gave an order.

Obviously, he was afraid that his children would not adapt after returning from the ancestral grave.

"Eh."

After the brothers took a quick shower, Xu Daqiang was already busy in the kitchen.

After taking back these tributes, I will definitely eat some.

The temperature in northern Shaanxi is still a bit cool in April, but the sun is very comfortable today.

Xu Xin was wearing a coat and leaning against the wall to keep warm.

The window behind him was the kitchen, and he could still hear the collision of his father's spatulas while cooking inside, as well as the sounds of Xu Miao doing this and that.

In a daze, he felt like he was back when he was a child.

He is the youngest son.

He is the most favored.

Xu Miao, that unlucky guy, has to help his father with work every day. He doesn't have to do anything but just play.

On Saturdays and Sundays when I didn't have school, I got up to watch "The Windmill" on the children's channel, and then while waiting for breakfast, I stayed in the yard... At that time, I had two Tibetan Mastiffs at home.

Put your feet on them, they will be warmed by the sun.

However, the dog is too dirty, and is extremely vigilant. It likes to bark when people come over, and when someone comes to the house, the dog has to be locked up in advance.

After raising him for less than a year, his father sent him to the mines.

well……

It's still better than when I was a kid.

Carefree...

While he was basking in the warmth, there was a voice outside the door:

"Sunny?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Xu Yang.

Xu Xin didn't even get up. He looked at him and walked in and asked:

"Have you taken a shower?"

"What..."

"Go take a shower first, the child is at home."

"Ah? My siblings are here?"

"Xu Muchen."

"Oh~"

Xu Yang nodded:

"Okay...Uncle, make an extra bowl of noodles."

Xu Daqiang's voice sounded inside the window:

"Hurrah."

Xu Yang turned around and walked back.

Xu Xin continued to squint his eyes to keep warm.

Then……
To be continued...