Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

11.13 - Returning life

　　The red envelope kept Kan Jun in a good mood for several days. The lanterns outside were burning brightly, and his mood was also brightly lit. It was rare that he didn't get up early. He was lying on the bed, flipping through the newspaper that had just been delivered this morning. When he turned his head, he could see the boy's profile.

　　As the boy grew up, the tiny down hair on his face had completely disappeared, but his skin was still very white. When I huddled under the quilt, my wrists that stuck out were all white, and I could still see the red marks on them from being sucked out.

　　Kan Jun stretched out his hand and compared it. The boy's arms should be slimmer.

　　While he was pulling the quilt, there was another crackling sound outside. Someone in the family woke up and was busy preparing to go to the grave to burn some paper money for their ancestors.

　　Kou Qiu was also awakened by the sound, yawned, and got half out of the bed. He didn't lean against the bedside, but leaned directly against the man. His eyes were half-open, "Uncle Kan?"

　　Kan Jun hummed and pulled the quilt for him, fearing that he would freeze.

　　"Get some more sleep."

　　"I'm not going to sleep anymore," Kou Qiu rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed waiting for the man to get him some wool pants. "We have to go too."

　　He doesn't believe this, and neither does Kan Jun. But unfortunately, this is a custom and the original habit. Now, no matter what, I have to go back to the grave to check it out. Both parents' parents died early, and the remaining relatives on Kan Jun's side are basically involved in the officialdom. This is a time when people are very busy, and Kan Jun doesn't plan to take the young man there. , simply returned to the village with Kou Qiu.

　　The village was also lively, with children walking from house to house with empty pockets, knocking on doors and eating some candies and melon seeds. Everyone in the village will give some money, and some generous ones will even give 50 cents in red envelopes.

　　The child didn't mind it, squatting on the threshold with his pocket in hand, already content.

　　Fifty cents is enough to buy a bag of spicy strips.

　　Kou Qiu passed by the village entrance and noticed that someone else was working at the canteen. She was a middle-aged woman she had never seen before. He glanced a few times, and happened to see a villager come out. He didn't know what was on his feet. He was rubbing his shoes on the threshold. Kou Qiu called out: "Auntie."

　　"Hey, Xiao Wu is back?" The villager finally wiped the soles of his shoes clean and walked over, "Yes, it's the Chinese New Year, so I think you have to come back and have a look. Have you visited your parents' graves?"

　　Kou Qiu said no and was about to go. He said: "Auntie, this shop..."

　　"That's what happened," the villager said. "At first it was the Cha family who did it, but then the men from the Cha family went in, didn't they? That boy Cha Gong couldn't get into college again, and his mother was also sick. Didn't come back."

　　In the past two years, Kou Qiu has returned to the village occasionally, but has never seen Cha Gong.

　　"I came back a month ago," the villager nuzzled. "He didn't do anything else. He became darker and lost a lot of weight, as if he had gone to the fields to dig coal... After he came back, he moved his store. , passed it on to someone outside."

　　She said angrily, a little unfairly.

　　"It's all going to be transferred anyway. Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to transfer it to the villagers? It's not like anyone wants to rely on his money. We have to go through all the trouble to find someone from outside to transfer it. It makes people laugh just to say it..."