On this day, the old man Yang Wenhou brought a large basket of various vegetables.

However, these vegetables are already old.

The old man was going to plant the second crop of vegetables, so he cleaned up all the vegetables from the first crop. Not only did he also pick all the cucumbers, green beans, cucumber beans, etc.

Most of the things the old man planted were eaten by Yang Jun and others, which also saved the family a lot of money.

"Jun'er, you're not going to work today?" Yang Wenhou asked.

"Grandpa, it's the weekend and I have a day off."

Yang Jun was sitting on the steps at the door of the living room, holding a purple clay pot in his hand and drinking tea leisurely.

"If you're okay, can you come to the yard next door and chat with me?"

"No problem, grandpa, you go over first, I'll fill up the water and then go over."

Yang Jun raised the purple clay pot in his hand and said.

"Okay, I'll go over there first."

Yang Wenhou sent the fruits and vegetables in the basket to the kitchen and went back.

Yang Jun went back to his room to fill up the water in the purple clay pot, then went over with a cattail leaf fan.

When I was at the door, I happened to meet Yi Qiushui.

"Husband, are you going out?"

Yi Qiushui stopped him: "You are a cadre, so pay attention to your image. Take a look at the big pants and slippers. What does it look like?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Just go next door, don't go far."

"Then you should also pay attention."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Yang Jun said impatiently.

On a hot day, how can I cool down?

On weekends, you can’t just wear random clothes at home?

Arriving at the yard next door, Yang Jun stood at the door and hesitated.

Then he leaned against the wall and slipped along the corridor.

Yang Wenhou was cleaning up those decaying fruits and vegetable seedlings when he saw Yang Jun's appearance.

He curled his lips and said: "There are no landmines, so come here with confidence."

Yang Jun: "Hey, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years, so you'd better be careful."

To be honest, the last time Yang Jun stepped on a landmine, it left him with indelible mental trauma. As soon as he arrived in this yard, he felt inexplicably nervous and scared.

"Since what happened last time, Lao Wu has never been exposed again. You don't have to worry about being attacked again." The old man said.

"Yes, yes, I'm not worried."

Although Yang Jun said he was not worried, he kept observing again and again before taking a step.

Arriving under the eaves of the main hall, Yang Jun lay directly on the old man's recliner.

This recliner was specially bought for the old man, and there was a bird cage next to it.

These are all for the old man to relieve his boredom.

But it turns out that the old man is not good at raising birds. In the past few months, he has fed seven or eight birds to death.

The old man got so angry that he stopped raising it.

Yang Jun took a sip of tea and placed the purple clay pot on the low table next to him.

"Grandpa, when you called me here today, did you want to talk about moving my father's grave?"

Yang Wenhou was startled, then put down what he was doing, walked over and squatted next to Yang Jun.

He pulled out the tobacco pot from his waist, dug into the tobacco bag a few times, and pressed it with his thumb.

He lit it with the diesel lighter given to him by Yang Jun and took a few puffs.

"Jun'er, why don't you agree to move your father's grave back to your hometown? Don't you want him to return to his roots?"

The old man thought for a long time and finally said what he meant.

The idea of ​​returning fallen leaves to their roots is a natural thing in the eyes of older people. They all believe that after death, people must be buried in the homeland where they were born.

Just like Yang Gui, although he already has his own cemetery in Sijiu City, his grandfather still built a tomb for him in his hometown as a tribute.

"Grandpa, if you are no longer here, do you think I will go back to that small mountain village in my life?" Yang Jun said.

Yang Wenhou was startled when he heard this and said nothing.

Silence is the default.

In fact, he knew very well that if he hadn't been there, Yang Jun would never have returned to that small mountain village. Even if his second father, Yang Dong, was gone, Yang Jun would not necessarily go back.

Therefore, trying to tie things up with family ties will definitely not work.

Yang Jun is an eagle that has been released from the cage and can never return to the cage.

In this life, I am destined to fly in the world outside.

Therefore, Yang Jun would definitely not agree to move his father's gravesite back to his hometown.

Although Yang Gui is his son, he really has no right to deal with it.

"Jun'er, I understand what you're thinking. Let's drop this matter. Grandpa will never mention it again."

Yang Wenhou sighed, his expression was desolate, and he seemed to be much older.

When Yang Jun saw this, he couldn't bear it.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Yang Wenhou waved his hand and said, "I have nothing to apologize for. If it were me, I would do the same thing. I don't blame you for this."

"Thank you grandpa for understanding."

Yang Jun got up from the recliner and smiled back at the old man.

Yang Wenhou didn't say anything, he just continued working in the field with a gloomy expression.

Yang Jun saw this and walked over.

"Grandpa, how about I help you dig the ground?"

After saying that, he was about to get the shovel, but was stopped by Yang Wenhou.

"You brat, you've done all the work, what should I do?"

"It's just such a small amount of work, and you still compete with me to do it?"

When Yang Jun saw this, he smiled angrily.

"Okay, ma'am, I'll continue to lie down."

After saying that, he went back to the recliner and continued to lift his body.

The days are spent in peace, just like the sun in the sky, rising on time and setting on time, spring passes and autumn comes, calmly.

Unknowingly, Yang Jun has been in this world for almost three years.

Although he is constantly busy every day, he always feels that he does not belong to this world, and many of his living habits are incompatible with this world, especially because he is a little repelled and unwilling to accept everything here.

Sometimes, he felt that he was just a passerby, or a time traveler, who might go back one day.

On days like this, he was already tired and felt a deep sense of exhaustion deep inside.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

At some point, he was awakened by the heat.

At this time, the sky was already getting dark, and I looked at the time and it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

"Grandpa, why don't you call me."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he looked around blankly.

There was no sign of grandpa Yang Wenhou in the yard at all.

"Hey, where are the people?"

The land in the yard has been renovated and kept very neatly.

Yang Jun was stunned, and then he got up from the recliner with pain all over his body.

I went to the house and took a look, but the old man was not there.

Then I went to the west wing and took a look. Ku He and his daughter were not there either.

Yang Jun was stunned for a while, then closed the courtyard door and went back to his home.

As soon as I got home, I met Yi Qiushui.
To be continued...