Chapter 107: Not a Piglet
The countryside still has a vibrant feel at this time.
Xu Cheng even saw many children wearing red scarves walking in groups along the swaying green shade of the willow trees on the roadside.
Walking along a row of tiled houses covered with green moss, Yu Yu stopped in front of an old house. He reached into his army green bag and fumbled for the key to open the door.
The big black lock was covered with rust and the key was not easy to insert. The little girl tried for a long time but failed.
"Can't open it?"
"Um……"
Xu Cheng went over and tried it himself. He was afraid that the key would break if he used too much force, so he used a little skill to open the lock.
"It has been left unused for too long, so it is not very useful anymore. Next time you can apply some oil to lubricate it."
"oh……"
"Don't force it in, or it might break."
As he spoke, he pushed the door open and walked in. The whole garden was filled with the fragrance of apricot blossoms, white with a hint of red, and seemingly light pink petals scattered all over the ground.
He almost thought he had opened the door to some other world...
Such scenery is rarely seen in pigeon coops.
Just as he was in a daze, Yu Yu suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "The apricots are ripe... do you want to eat some?"
She pointed to the yellow, round apricots on the tree.
Xu Cheng remembered that Yu Yu had said before that at this time every year, she and her mother-in-law would pack a big bag of apricots and take them back.
"Just pick some when you leave later."
"oh ……"
The yard was bigger than the one their family had in Jinghai. Xu Cheng rested her forehead against the glass at the door of the room and looked inside.
Just as Yu Yu said at that time, there are many rooms and the house is big.
If my mother-in-law could find a job in the village, where there are schools and houses, she wouldn't have to live such a hard life in Jinghai...
In the main hall in the middle, there should be portraits of Yu Yu's parents. She took out a cloth and wiped them carefully.
Xu Cheng watched from the side, "Yu Yu, your mother is so beautiful, she looks just like you."
Yu Yu was quite happy to hear this.
Isn't this just praising yourself for being beautiful?
Girls always love to hear these words.
Then the boy next to him said, "But you are too skinny. You should spend more money on food in the future. How much do you weigh when you are naked? Have you weighed it?"
What do you mean by taking off all your clothes?
The mist in Yu Yu's eyes was so thick that it seemed like water was about to drip out.
How can you ask others like this?
I'm not some little piglet...
“N-Never weighed…”
Xu Cheng thought about it and agreed that Yu Yu definitely didn’t have a scale at home.
"You can come to my house and weigh yourself. The formula I remember is: subtract 70 from your height in centimeters, then multiply by 60%. That's your standard weight. There's a 10% margin for fluctuation. If it's over 20%, it's considered abnormal..."
Because Xu Cheng pays close attention to his body shape, he is familiar with this knowledge. "You have to pay attention to this during adolescence. If you are too thin, it means you are malnourished. You will never grow taller and you will have to join the Yodel nationality."
He said a lot of gibberish, but Yu Yu didn't listen much. He just lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoe nervously.
Why do I have to go to your house and take off my clothes and weigh myself...
So scary...
I don't want to go there anymore...
But she didn't dare to refuse Xu Cheng's invitation, and didn't dare to say: Xu Cheng, I don't want to go to your house and take off my clothes!
So instinctively , her beautiful peach blossom eyes looked towards her mother who was smiling brightly in the photo frame as if asking for help.
The two of them have tender eyes, and are equally beautiful.
He murmured softly, "Mom, I don't want to go to Xu Cheng's house to weigh myself..."
"Can you help me discuss this with him?"
In the great Celestial Empire, funeral is a very important culture.
Throughout the long history, there have been no less than dozens of funeral customs, but burial is undoubtedly the most popular among the Chinese.
As the saying goes, dust to dust, rest in peace... The Chinese have feelings for the land.
There are not many cemeteries in the countryside. Although it looks like just an ordinary low hill, the details involved are very mysterious and the cost is no less than that of a cemetery that costs tens of thousands of yuan per square meter.
After all, finding a Feng Shui treasure cave is the dream of many people when they are old.
Note: When you get older!
After walking with Yu Yu for some time, the light became harsh as the sun was rising. Yu Yu found an old straw hat from the old house and gave it to him to wear.
Passing by a small bamboo forest, the tender green leaves and verdant poles, one piece after another, cast thick green shade.
"Your village has a nice view..."
"Hey...where are the people?"
As Xu Cheng was walking, he turned around and saw that his child was missing, so he quickly went back to look for him.
Yu Yu was standing not far behind him, frowning slightly and looking towards the direction of the garbage dump.
A little girl was standing next to the garbage dump, pulling a woven bag. She was dirty from head to face. She was barefoot and the soles of her feet were black.
He didn't mind the dirtiness, he just found a watermelon rind, brushed off the dust and started to eat it.
Yu Yu ran over and squatted in front of her, patted her wrist and told her to throw it away.
At this moment, she looked like a real big sister, not at all like a socially anxious little fool.
The little girl wiped her tears and was about to cry, so Yu Yu took out an apple from the bag in his hand and gave it to her.
The little girl wanted to pick up the watermelon rind again. Yu Yu patted her little hands and stuffed a bag of fruits and snacks into her hands.
The little girl walked away with her things, and Xu Cheng walked to Yu Yu.
He looked at her strangely, "Now there are only your father's cigarettes left, and you gave all your mother's tribute to her... Aren't you afraid that your mother will be angry?"
Yu Yu shook his head gently, "Mom, you won't be angry with me..."
Xu Cheng nodded.
"Well, with so much paper money burned every year, the economy in heaven must be very developed, and there must be supermarkets, shopping malls and the like."
"We'll burn these 100 million, 1 billion, 10 billion bills to your mother later. If she wants to eat, she can buy it herself."
Yu Yu, who had not yet learned about inflation, puffed his lips and thought what he said made sense.
Although everyone believes in science, these cultural ideas are deeply rooted in the Chinese people.
Yu Yu led Xu Cheng to her parents' grave in a familiar manner. The road was not easy to walk on, but Yu Yu obviously came here often, and led him through a secluded path.
The name of the tomb owner is written on the tombstone, and there are generally no photos on tombstones in rural areas.
The fruits, vegetables and snacks for offering were gone, so Yu Yu put the flowers in place, lit incense and placed it in front of the grave, then kowtowed three times respectfully.
Xu Cheng is a native of Jinghai and is familiar with the customs. He helped light the cigarette and coughed for a while due to the choking.
"Xu Cheng, please don't smoke... Smoking is not good..."
"That's how it works when I light a cigarette. How can I light it without taking a puff? Don't worry, I'm not a smoker."
Three cigarettes were lit and then a circle of wine was poured around.
In the past there was no wine to drink, now there is only an empty cup.
The burning incense emitted wisps of white smoke. Yu Yu touched the tombstone with her small hand, lowered her head and muttered something in a low voice.
Xu Cheng only overheard a few words: little girl, food, forgiveness...
I guess it’s because he didn’t offer any offerings, and he was apologizing to her mother.
He asked softly, "Yu Yu, do you have any more buns?"
Yu Yu hummed, leaned closer to him, and took one out of his bag. "Are you hungry?"
Xu Cheng didn't say anything. He opened the multi-grain steamed bun, poured in a little red and oily Lao Gan Ma, made two small hamburgers, and finally placed them in front of the monument.
"Let Auntie have a taste too..."
