Southern Yunnan, Jianshui.

Seventy-two storms rush to see Qingming Festival!

After the strong storm, a rainbow was reflected on the mountains in the distance, and the hot air was a little cooler. A small village on the side of the mountain in the southeast of Jianshui was lunch time, and the whole village was filled with smoke. There was no secularity of the city, only toughness and simplicity.

Under the scorching sun, a Mercedes-Benz S600 and a BMW Seven Series slowly drove along the rural road into Zhangjiazhai, a small village without secular pollution.

Although Jianshui was the economic, political and cultural center of southern Yunnan a thousand years ago, it has gradually declined over time. Now, it is just a very ordinary and mediocre ancient city. The economy and policies change again, the only thing that remains unchanged is the tough and unruly culture here.

Zhangjiazhai is poor.

The village chief’s son returned from school and made a fortune in his own business. He bought a Chevrolet two years ago and parked it on the playground of Zhangjiazhai Primary School. He was watched by all the villagers in Zhangjiazhai for more than a month. They all gave the thumbs up to the village chief’s son. The young man had a future and brought glory to our Zhangjiazhai!

Today, two atmospheric cars appeared, instantly attracting the villagers of Zhangjiazhai. Even the aunts who were cooking ran out to watch and pointed at the two slowly moving cars. One of the young people in high school couldn't help but whisper and stuttered: "Mercedes-Benz, BMW! Oh my God, it's Mercedes-Benz and BMW!"

"What? These two cars are Mercedes-Benz and BMW? Which one is Mercedes-Benz and which one is BMW?"

"The Mercedes-Benz is in front, and the BMW is in back!"

"I guess there are rich people in this car, but why do rich people come to our place where birds do not lay eggs and dogs do not poop?" Some villagers were puzzled.

The place where the whole village can park is the playground of Zhangjiazhai Primary School. The Mercedes-Benz S600 is the beginning, and the BMW Seven Series is followed, driving towards the playground together. The villagers of Zhangjiazhai are all following closely behind the butts of the two cars, wanting to see what the legendary Mercedes-Benz BMW looks like.

When we arrived at the playground, the Mercedes-Benz S600 and BMW Seven Series were parked. Zhang Moqian opened the driver's seat door and walked out first. He took a deep breath of the sober air from Zhangjiazhai, looked at the villagers around him, grinned, and was about to say hello to them.

"No, isn't this a boy from the Zhang family?"

"Oh no, the Zhang family boy is back! Old man, hurry up and put our chickens in the house."

"Three, put the dog in our vineyard quickly, otherwise you will be ruined by the Zhang family boy again!"

"Wife, let's go quickly!" A young man pulled the beautiful wife beside him and ran away.

"Husband, what are you running away? Who is the Zhang boy the villagers are talking about?"

"Hey, wife, you just married into our Zhangjiazhai, so I don't know that the Zhang family boy is a big devil. This boy is naughty and dares to do anything. His favorite thing before was to peek at the village head Wang's widow and Wang's daughter taking a bath. Wife, you should be careful in the future." The young man was worried.

When the villagers saw Zhang Moqian, they all wanted to see ghosts and fled everywhere.

Zhang Moyan got out of the car and saw this scene, and was amused and crying.

"Little Moqian, it seems that you are not very popular!" Teacher Jiang said with his fox eyes narrowed. On the Qingming Festival, the Queensland University was on holiday. Teacher Jiang was afraid that it would be boring to stay alone in the entrepreneurial park. Despite Zhang Moqian's opposition, he followed him to Jianshui Ancient City to play.

Zhang Moqian smiled slightly, and when he saw the familiar villagers, his eyes showed warmth.

"Sister Jiang is right, Zhang Moqian, it seems that you are really not very popular!" Bai Jie was carrying a lot of things to see her future father-in-law. Of course, in Wang's hypocritical words, taking Bai Jie home is to increase her posture for the old Wang family.

"Xiaojie, you are wrong." Wang Feihyu opened the trunk and moved things, saying: "In our Zhangjiazhai, the most popular one is not the village chief, but our brother Zhang!"

"Really, false? Then why did the villagers run away after seeing Zhang Moqian?" Bai Jie curled her lips and didn't believe it.

"Hehe, you outsiders don't understand the world of Zhangjiazhai!" Wang Fei smiled and said, "But when you marry me, you will be the wife of Zhangjiazhai. You will understand then!"

"Tsk, who would marry you, a fat man!" Bai Jie glared at Wang Fei Hypocritical, but this glare seemed to the fat man to see it as charming and so sweet.

"Brother Zhang, I will take Xiaojie back to my house first, and then give gifts to the villagers in the evening. What do you think?"

"Okay!" Zhang Moqian nodded. After parting with the fat man in the playground, he led the crazy woman and his brother-in-law Shi Liang to the deep and narrow path with his sister, and walked along the road. He walked forward to the end. At the end, a very ordinary but extraordinary courtyard was in the eyes of the four.

"Little Moqian, is this your home?" The crazy woman took out her cell phone and took a photo as a souvenir.

"Well, where I grew up, the old house of the Zhang family!" Zhang Moqian took the initiative to push open the fence door of the yard. Because no one lived for too long, the fence door was covered with moss.

The walls of the old house are made of original adobe bricks, and rural people who have lived in adobe brick houses know that adobe brick houses are better than brick houses and steel concrete houses. They are warm in winter and cool in summer, just like a natural temperature adjustment device.

After walking through the yard and reaching the door, Zhang Moqian looked at the mottled wooden door and the bronze beast head, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it!

I'm going home!

"Dad should be back." Looking at the traces around, Zhang Moyan said affirmatively.

Zhang Moqian took a heavy step and gently pulled the door. The door, which had experienced ups and downs, did not lose its original crisp sound because of the years.

After a while, a creaking sound!

The door is open!

A man with half of his hair in his hair appeared in front of the four of them. His eyes were bottomless, sometimes as sharp as a blade, sometimes as deep as the sea. His right leg was broken with knees, and his right arm was holding a huge black iron rod.

Logically speaking, with the current scientific level, people with broken legs can make prosthetic limbs, which will be much more convenient to walk. However, the man who once stood at the top of the pyramid of the Yangtze River Delta in front of him has been with him for almost twenty-two years since his legs were broken!

Zhang Moqian looked at the one-legged man whose face had been carved by time. When he was very young, this one-legged man forced him to learn all kinds of things. He did not have the childhood of an ordinary child. His childhood was born under the pressure of this one-legged man. At the age of sixteen, he finished reading a whole room of books.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Zhang Moqian's throat squirmed until five minutes later, he finally shouted: "Dad!"

Zhang Moyan only shouted after his younger brother finished calling.

"Just come back!" Zhang Yiqun's eyes swept over the siblings and looked at the other two young men.

"Dad, he is my boyfriend Shi Liang. This is my good friend, Jiang Jiaomei!"

"Uncle Zhang!" Shi Liang shouted softly. As the secretary of the municipal party committee of a deputy provincial city, he had respect in his voice. This one-legged man was once a man of the Zhang family who was dominating the Yangtze River Delta, but more importantly, he was Mo Yan's father.

"Hello Uncle Zhang, your house is so beautiful!" Teacher Jiang said hello to Zhang Yiqun, then rushed into the house, touched the east and looked around.

The old house of Zhang family has not lived in for a long time, and Zhang Yiqun moved his tomb more than a week ago before moving Tang Youyang's grave. But despite this, there is still no musty smell in the house. This is probably the function of the adobe house handed down by our ancestors.

Like most people, Zhang Moqian didn't talk much with his father since childhood. Instead, he talked to his mother Tang Youyang and his mother. As for Zhang Moyan, whether it was his father Zhang Yiqun or his mother Tang Youyang, she could talk. The same is true today after a few years of separation. Zhang Moyan talked with his father, but Zhang Moqian couldn't find any topic.

The few people took a break. Under the command of Zhang Moyan and Jiang Jiaomei, two male men, Zhang Moqian and Shi Liang, took the labor force and went to the car on the playground to move some vegetables, fruits and meat bought from Kunming. Teacher Jiang and Zhang Moyan were responsible for washing vegetables and cooking.

When meals are always there, two women pack up and wash dishes. Shi Liang chats with his father-in-law Zhang Yiqun in the living room. Zhang Yiqun is knowledgeable and talented, and Shi Liang is also knowledgeable. The topics range from politics to military, and then to historical classics, and endless.

Zhang Moqian was a little bored and walked into the wing room on the left side of the patio. It was very clean inside, and there were three kinds of musical instruments, piano, guqin, and erhu in the most conspicuous place. As for the walls, there were various other musical instruments hanging. The moment Zhang Moqian walked into the wing room, his eyes instantly became gentle.

This is where my mother Tang Youyang taught him how to learn piano, guqin, erhu...

Zhang Moqian felt every inch of air, and there seemed to be a mother's breath in the room. Zhang Moqian walked to the three-dimensional piano, sat down slowly, and gently stroked the black and white keys.

“Huh?”

Zhang Moqian's eyes fell under the bracket, and there was a simple notebook. Zhang Moqian, who was puzzled in his heart, picked up the notebook and opened it gently.

The fonts in the notebook are truly beautiful. In this world, there are only two people who can write such pen characters. One is him, and the other is his mother Tang Youyang.

This is my mother’s diary!

"On XXX, XXX, on that day, Mo Qian left us and he went to the army. It was the army that Yiqun helped him contact, and it is said to be the strictest and most tricky army in the whole of China. However, I believe Mo Qian will persevere because he is my Tang Youyang's son."

"On XXXX, XXX, Mo Qian has been away for a week. It is said that when a man grows up, he should soar in the sky and soar into the sea. He should go out for a walk and take a look. But Mo Qian, mom misses you so much."

"On XXXX, XXX, Mo Yan will graduate in one month. When she graduates, I will let her go to the Demon Capital to develop, and only there is suitable for her. It's been half a year, Mo Qian, are you still used to being in the army?"

"On XXXXX, XXXX, someone came to the capital. Hey, it's so arrogant. Do you really think I, Tang Youyang, is so easy to bully? The Zhang family is so easy to bully?"

"XXXXX, XXXX, Mo Qian, are you okay in the army? When you see your mother's diary, your mother may be gone. The day when my mother gave birth to you was in a turmoil in the Yangtze River Delta, your father was fighting bloody at the door of his house to protect our mother's third. His right leg was broken at that time. Mo Qian, your father has been strict with you since he was a child, but don't blame him. He loves you like his mother, but he is not good at expressing himself. You have been very smart since childhood. When you were two years old, your mother sang in your ear, "Only Mom is good in the world" and you will curl your lips and cry. Mom teaches you how to learn piano, guqin, and erhu, and you learn very quickly. With a son like you, your mother is very proud. Mo Qian, you have one shortcoming, that is, you can't take care of yourself. When you grow up, find a good wife, and your mother doesn't ask her to be so beautiful.

It’s so touching, but you must love you and take care of you. Mom is destined not to see the day you get married, but Mom believes in you and with your ability, you will definitely marry a good wife. Mo Qian, do you still remember? On your eighth birthday, I asked you what you were doing before your birth. You said, you picked your mother in heaven. When you saw me, you thought I was very good. You wanted to be my son, but you felt that you might not have the luck. But I didn’t expect that you were already in my stomach the next morning. Mo Qian, in fact, you didn’t know that your words touched the softest part of your mother’s heart. Children and parents are a kind of fate in the past and present life. You picked your mother in heaven, and your mother was also choosing you. You picked me, and I chose you. Mo Qian, you are the son of your mother. Mom hopes that you will live safely and well for the rest of your life!”

At the end of the reading, Zhang Moqian's eyes turned red and his hands trembled.

From lunch until late at night, Zhang Moqian locked himself in the wing room, searching through the diary left by his mother over and over again, reading it over and over again, over and over again...

The next day, Qingming Festival.

Early in the morning, according to the customs of Zhangjiazhai, they began to burn incense and steam glutinous rice cakes, stack silver coins, cook copper cooks, etc. to prepare all the sacrifices for visiting the graves. Zhang Yiqun, Zhang Moyan, Zhang Moqian, Shi Liang, and Jiang Jiaomei were all busy, and no one was busy until noon before preparing all the sacrifices.

Next, go up the mountain to sweep the grave and sacrifice.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road, and there are too many sacrificial items, so you must use a bamboo basket and a shoulder pole to carry it. The task of carrying the load is of course on today's owner, Zhang Moqian.

However, there was one more thing on his back - the Fuxi guqin.

Zhang Yiqun moved Tang Youyang's grave to the hillside.

The tombstone is still the tombstone that was originally in Bingzhongluo. After several years of storm, it has changed from a light-brown color to a white one.

After arriving, Zhang Moqian didn't say anything and cleaned the grave silently.

Jiang Jiaomei is no longer crazy and stared at the grave. She knows what kind of woman is buried in the grave. She was born in Shanghai in 1966. She started her piano at the age of three. She won the first place in the national children's piano competition at the age of eight. She won the first place in the German International Children's Piano Competition at the age of ten. She was admitted to the Curtis Conservatory of Music in the United States at the age of fourteen. She premiered the music season of Lincoln Center at the age of fourteen. She was broadcasted by PBS to the United States, causing a sensation. She premiered at the age of sixteen. She premiered in the Golden Hall of Vienna at the age of ten, setting a record for the highest box office of the concert in decades. She is a legend in the history of world piano, but her attainment is not just about piano. She started playing private equity funds at the age of fifteen. She is extremely sensitive to market financial trends and has a unique investment style in the investment banking background. Three years before marrying Zhang Yiqun, the average yield rate of the five private equity products she mastered was 112.56%.

This is a woman who amazed the whole world!

Zhang Yiqun was leaning on a crutch and looked at the tombstone and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mom, I made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs." Zhang Moyan squatted in front of the tombstone and put out various sacrificial items. Her tears couldn't help but flow out.

Zhang Moqian was still taking care of the grave around it, and he knew that his mother liked to be clean.

After the sacrifice, it is the turn of the junior to kowtow and worship.

The custom of Jianshui people is that men come first and women come later. First, Zhang Moqian, then prospective son-in-law Shi Liang, then Zhang Moyan and Jiang Jiaomei.

After the sacrifice was over, Zhang Yiqun asked to clean up and go down the mountain.

"You guys go first, I want to stay alone with my mother for a while." Zhang Moqian said.

"Well, come back early." Zhang Moyan glanced at his younger brother and took the three of them down the mountain.

After they all went down the mountain, Zhang Moqian sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone with a gentle face, gently opening the Fuxi guqin.

"Mom, since Mo Qian went to the army, he has always wanted to compose a song for you. He has been tinkering for almost six years and has been unsatisfied with it. However, after reading your diary yesterday, Mo Qian understood that even if Mo Qian doesn't play it well, Mo Qian will be very happy." Zhang Mo Qian said softly, pulling the strings with his fingers.

"Zhi!"

The piano sounds!

Zhang Moqian looked at the tombstone with his eyes, played the strings of the piano with his fingers, felt the little things he had with his mother, and devoted himself to the guqin.

The sound of the guqin that was crying and complaining spread throughout the mountain!

The song ended.

Tears flowed out of Zhang Moqian's eyes, and he whispered: "Mom, let's call this song "The Fate of Past and Present Life". Do you think it's okay?"

ps: This chapter writes me to cry. Children and parents are indeed a fate in the past and present. I hope that book friends who are children and parents will cherish them well, and will be less angry and care more in life.

Thanks to the care of many book friends, my mother made the film, thank God, she didn't hurt her bones. I won't name those readers who said I made excuses and sarcastic remarks. I just want to ask you, do you understand the meaning of the word "relatives"?
Chapter completed!