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The brothers could recall nothing else. That's all they have of their maternal grandparents.

Song Xian's cry subsided and he was still standing, but his focus was on the iron railing. She was tired of crying and stopped talking. After a while, she nodded slightly.

Liu Zhiguo felt relieved and called Song Xian, ready to go back.

Song Xian was still a little reluctant to leave, but finally calmed down and was able to discuss things.

Liu Zhiguo walked a few steps and then stopped.

Guo Yujie went over and helped Song Xian back. Song Xian's face looked very ugly. Guo Yujie took out a tissue and wiped her tears away.

A group of us returned to the car. Liu Zhijun was still driving. The car turned around and left the factory area.

Song Xian kept turning his head and looking back.

I noticed that her eyes were moving. The movement was not fast, as if someone was running along this road, and Song Xian was looking at each other.

When the car reached the intersection and the boundary of the factory area, Song Xian's eyes stopped at the iron railing. She burst into tears again. After a long time, she turned back, took the tissue handed over by Guo Yujie, and wiped away her tears.

The car drove through the industrial area here and reached the residential areas of villages and towns, where there were people.

I sent a text message, not only to ask Wu Ling to check the situation here, but also to tell Wu Ling exactly what happened.

Wu Ling was slightly surprised, and the reply he sent back came with several questions.

I glanced at Song Xian's face and asked tentatively: "Grandma Song, are you not a native of Minqing?"

Song Xian was still immersed in sadness and absent-minded.

I asked again, and she looked at me and nodded.

"My hometown is in the south, Guido Island." Song Xian replied.

The name made the hairs on my body stand up.

"Sleep Island?" Guo Yujie repeated in surprise, "Why is it called such a name?"

She is more harmless than me. She looks like a silly and sweet little girl. She doesn't make people defensive when asking questions.

Song Xian's expression became a little gentler, "It's not the severed head, it's a cliff on the island, a face, cut straight like this, as if someone had chopped it off. The rest of the island looks like a fish, just where the fish's head is. No more. That’s why it’s called Guantou Island. When I was a kid, I heard from my grandparents that there was a cave under Guantou that would be exposed only once every few hundred years. The island was a big monster. In the past, the fishermen were unable to catch fish, and it overturned their boats. Then a god cut off its head, and it became an island. In the island, fishermen live on the island. Our family has always been a fisherman. Our ancestors escaped from the shore. There is a genealogy in the family. The ancestors who escaped were officials. He was harmed and wanted to be beheaded by the emperor, so he escaped, and his whole family escaped. "

Song Xian talked about his childhood past with a look of reminiscence on his face.

I glanced at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun. They were surprised. It was obviously the first time they heard of such a thing.

"Then how did you come to Minqing?" Guo Yujie asked curiously.

"It's also an escape..." Song Xian's expression was sad, "Wasn't there a war at that time? Those army ships sailed to Guillotine Island. We had no choice but to take a small boat to the land overnight. Later, there were refugees everywhere, and I arrived. Minqing. I worked as a textile worker, met Liu Zhongliang, and entered the steel factory..."

After Song Xian said this, he stopped talking and fell into his own memories.

"At that time, your parents came with you?" Guo Yujie asked.

"They were killed at that time." Song Xian could no longer cry, but his eyes were red. "An uncle of mine helped me and took them to the shore. We burned them on the shore. . I just put two jars in them, and I always carry them with me wherever I run away... That old beast Liu Zhongliang knows it all..."

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun's expressions became awkward.

Liu Zhiguo called "Mom".

"That old bastard can do it, but I can't say anything anymore? That old bastard... just go to that old bastard!" Song Xian resented.

It sounds like Liu Zhongliang and Song Xian promised to bury the ashes of their father-in-law and mother-in-law before they got married, but they made a mistake in the end.

Song Xian cursed a few times in that dialect. Her curse words were not in familiar dialects. It seems to be the words of Guillotine himself.

From Song Xian's intermittent and unwilling scolding, I also confirmed my guess.

Liu Zhongliang did promise to Song Xian that Song Xian's parents would be buried properly. Song Xian's idea was to send the two old men back to their hometown, that is, to Guido Island, and to be buried in the Song family's ancestral grave there.

Song Xian said that their family had a genealogy, and their ancestor was a high-ranking official who had to be personally interrogated by the emperor if he was beheaded. His family background could be considered prominent. Living on a semi-enclosed island, some family rules have always been preserved. Family members have lived there for generations, and their concepts are very traditional.

Liu Zhongliang did not fulfill his promise.

Song Xian placed his parents' ashes next to him. Even because of Liu Zhongliang's parents' taboos, they had to hide their ashes.

That special cabinet was made by Liu Zhongliang.

Listening to Song Xian's scolding, one can roughly guess the fight between Song Xian and his parents-in-law. Liu Zhongliang's father is also a man with strong traditional values, and Liu Zhongliang's mother likes to visit her son's house and check everything in her son's house. Song Xian had to hide his parents' ashes in such a cowardly manner. After decades, he naturally developed resentment.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun awkwardly helped their grandparents talk to their father, but no matter how good they were to Song Xian in other aspects, the fact that his parents could not be buried was always a thorn in Song Xian's heart.

"If you want to do this, tell me earlier. My grandparents have been gone for so long..." Liu Zhiguo said impatiently after hearing too much.

What he said is actually correct.

If Song Xian is thoughtful, he can always find a way to send his parents back to their hometown for burial instead of waiting for Liu Zhongliang's help.

"If you had told me earlier, we could have found that island. Now..." Liu Zhiguo shut up in the middle of his words.

The ashes of the two old men were originally supposed to be sent to the Song family's ancestral tomb on Guillotine Island for burial, but now Song Xian wanted to send the ashes to the factory area of ​​his factory, as if he wanted to return the ashes to his deceased parents.

I can understand Liu Zhiguo's mood. In Internet slang, he is really pissed off.

Finding an island is probably not that difficult, it may just be a matter of buying a boat ticket.

Burial at sea is more reassuring than Song Xian's current wish.

Song Xian didn't seem to understand Liu Zhiguo's thoughts.

She was wrapped up in her own sadness and anger, and a little bit of joy.

She urged Liu Zhijun to drive quickly and go to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants to pick up the urn.

"Grandma Song, why do you say that is the Wanshou Cemetery?" Guo Yujie asked.

This is what I want to ask, and it is also the question Wu Ling reminded me to ask.

Liu Zhiguo obviously didn't want to talk about this anymore and interrupted.

Song Xian had already told the answer, "That's what my parents said."

Guo Yujie and I looked at each other.

Liu Zhiguo's face turned blue, and Liu Zhijun's face didn't look good either.

"There must have been a cemetery there before. Maybe the old lady heard it from someone. She was always with the old men and women in the community." Liu Zhiguo said.

Song Xian said nothing.

From the look on Song Xian's face, I saw that this was not the case, but Song Xian didn't want to continue answering.

When Guo Yujie asked about anything later, Song Xian was not very enthusiastic. He did not tell everything and show his emotions as he did just now.

When the car returned to the Sixth Gongnong Village, Liu Zhijun and Liu Zhiguo put me and Guo Yujie out of the car and persuaded the old lady to go home.

"The lunch was not even delicious," Liu Zhiguo said.

We couldn't help but find a noodle shop on the road and have a bowl of noodles.

"Mom, it's too late now. If you have to drive back and forth now, don't even eat dinner. Come on Saturday. I will accompany you there again on Saturday and bring the ashes there." Liu Zhijun advised.