Sister, Shut Up!

Jiang Miao: "..."

Originally, she wanted to bring him back, but after hearing what he said, Jiang Miao suddenly didn't want to bring him into the full booking group anymore.

Jiang Miao felt uncomfortable all over and his scalp was numb when he thought of all the stories he wrote on weekdays being read by his acquaintances.

He glanced at Xun Liang who was on the opposite bed, and was silent for a long time, thinking in his heart, is it too late to silence him now?

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April 4th, Saturday, Ching Ming Festival.

After class on Friday, Jiang Miao went back home with Su Huai Porridge.

After returning home, Jiang Miao followed his parents to pick up his grandpa and the others in the early morning of the next day, and went to the nearby grave-sweeping spot on Linping Mountain.

Every year the process is similar, Jiang Miao will follow along, help carry things, and then go up to pay respects when lighting candles.

Unlike foreign worship of God, the most deeply rooted tradition handed down in China has always been ancestor worship.

Worshiping ancestors is something that is done every year.

Guangzong Yaozu is the consensus of most people in the society.

Excessive feudal superstition is naturally undesirable, but it is also necessary to absorb the essence from traditional and conservative things, discard the dross, and then pass them on.

The feelings of family and country become stronger from generation to generation in this inheritance.

Jiang Miao is still young, so he doesn't feel strongly about this kind of thing.

In fact, except for his grandmother who passed away before he was born, all his immediate family members within two generations above him are still alive.

So he can't empathize with the worship on Qingming Festival and the emotions entrusted in it.

The only feeling is tired.

In the end, I followed my parents and paid homage to the graves that needed to be worshiped one by one. It took a whole morning.

After the end, everyone went home separately.

After lunch, Jiang Miao received a WeChat message from her senior.

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: Has your family visited the grave in the morning?

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Well, it's over.

[Miaomiaoxi Yuhuai]: So the senior sister said something was wrong before, what exactly is it?

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: I will take you to meet someone.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Who is it?

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: You will know when it arrives, so why not come?

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Come, come, come.

The senior sister ordered, how dare you not obey.

Jiang Miao packed up and prepared to go out.

[Miao Miao Xi Yu Huai]: Where can I see you?

[Congee porridge loves to drink porridge]: It is adjacent to the gate to the northwest of Pingshan Mountain.

After going downstairs, Jiang Miao took a taxi to Linping Mountain, thinking about who Su Huai Porridge would take him to meet.

But when the taxi gradually approached the destination, Jiang Miao was suddenly in a trance when he saw the familiar street scene in front of him.

It's not like he just came here this morning.

It's impossible for senior sister to visit the grave, right?

After all, he is just an outsider now, so it shouldn't be...

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao got out of the car and saw the senior sister waiting here.

Su Huai porridge is wearing all white clothes today, a simple white T-shirt, white jacket, and white jeans, with white sneakers, a white jade Buddha on his chest, and only a red string around his wrist.

When Chao Jiang Miao walked over, Su Huai porridge's long black hair fluttered in the wind, forming a stark contrast with her white body.

Seeing the senior sister approaching all the way, like a pure white elf, Jiang Miao looked a little dazed.

It wasn't until Su Huai Porridge came up to him and stuffed half of the bag in his hand that Jiang Miao came back to his senses.

Looking down, I found that the bag that the senior sister was holding was full of fruits, pastries and candles.

Looking at the tombstones not far away, Jiang Miao already had a guess in his heart, but he was a little hesitant.

"Senior sister, is it suitable for me to go up with you?"

"You will be responsible for me, right?" Su Huai porridge tilted his head to look at Jiang Miao, blinking his eyes and asked, "As long as you are sure, follow me."

Jiang Miao looked at the pure eyes of the senior sister, then looked at the mountainside above her head, took a deep breath, and walked up with the bag: "Let's go, senior sister."

Following him, Su Huai Porridge laughed, and took his arm without any concealment, and the two walked towards the mountain path.

Jiang Miao had already walked this road once in the morning.

In particular, the destination of Su Huai Porridge was at a higher place, and the two of them traveled farther than Jiang Miao did in the morning.

But Jiang Miao didn't feel tired, instead his body was full of strength.

With the seniors by my side, even the same green plants passing by seem to have put on filters and become lively.

"By the way, didn't grandma come with you?" Jiang Miao asked curiously in the middle of the walk.

"Grandma has bad legs and feet. This side is too high, so I didn't let her come over." Su Huai Porridge explained.

"That's it...then..." Jiang Miao hesitated when he said this.

Su Huai Congee was like a roundworm in his stomach, he guessed what was going on in his heart immediately, and continued: "I usually don't come with him."

"Oh……"

This is really a rigid father-daughter relationship...

"And I heard that he is very busy recently." Su Huai porridge said casually, "It seems that he is in a lawsuit."

"A lawsuit?"

"I don't know exactly what happened." Su Huai porridge shook his head, dragged Jiang Miao up the steps, all the way to the 24th row in the South District, and pointed to this road, "Here we are."

Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, and her racing thoughts suddenly withdrew. She followed the senior sister's finger to look at the tombstones on this road, and suddenly felt a little at a loss.

This kind of feeling, the last time should be at the senior sister's house, when Su Dajiang suddenly opened the door and went home to catch the adulterer on the spot.

"What's wrong?" Su Huai porridge looked at him narrowly, "Are you shy?"

"Where is there?" Jiang Miao said stiffly, straightened her chest and walked forward, but she was discouraged halfway, and turned her head a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "Senior sister... who is our mother?"

"Don't be silly." Su Huai porridge gave him a blank look, and took his hand to the seventh tombstone in the 24th row of the southern district, "This is it."

The spring wind was still slightly cool, blowing over the treetops, bringing down two or three fallen leaves.

In the afternoon, there were still many people coming and going in the surrounding aisles, coming to pay homage to the deceased relatives.

But when the two came to the tomb, everything around seemed to be quiet, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the treetops could be heard.

Su Huai Congee didn't say anything first, but pulled Jiang Miao to squat down, spread out the bags one by one, took out a variety of fruits and pastries, and placed them in front of the tombstone.

In addition, it also includes a bowl of steaming fried pork.

It seems that Su Huai porridge made it himself.

"My mother also likes to eat small fried pork." Su Huai porridge winked at Jiang Miao and smiled, "I have to thank you, junior, I used to bring it over when my grandma made it. Today is the first time I cook it for myself. Mom eats."

Jiang Miao was silent for a moment, and forced a smile: "...You're welcome."

Su Huaipu's complexion was much better than his, and he hummed a little song and put two small candles in front of the tombstone, and after lighting them, he pulled Jiang Miao up.

"Mom, are you surprised?"

"Last year, I told you that I didn't plan to fall in love in my life, but I brought you one this year."

"His name is Jiang Miao, he is a freshman of Zhecai, one year younger than me."

"He's my boyfriend now."

Jiang Miao stood beside Su Huai porridge, her palms were tightly held by her, and her eyes fell on the tombstone in front of her.

There are two characters of "Xu Ying" on it.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to realize that his throat was already very dry, and in the end he just uttered a few words dryly.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Miao."

Is 198.up Senior Sister Su?

The spring mood in Hangzhou is not strong at the moment, and at least one coat should be added when going out.

But under the cool wind, Jiang Miao blushed a little.

It was obvious that he was very quick to play tricks on weekdays, but at this moment, facing a gray and heavy tombstone, he was actually speechless.

In contrast, Su Huai porridge is much more normal than him.

Pulling Jiang Miao to introduce him to his mother, Su Huai porridge asked him to worship after seeing that he had finished introducing himself.

Holding the white Jade Buddha on his chest in his hands, the red string on his wrist slipped freely and hung on his forearm. Su Huai porridge closed his eyes, with a peaceful expression, and bowed to the tombstone again and again.

After the worship, Su Huai porridge stepped aside and motioned for Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao immediately came to the front of the tombstone with a serious expression, as if it was not just a tombstone in front of him, but Su Huaipu's mother was sitting in front of him, looking at him with a smile on her face.

This made him tense up immediately. He rubbed his trouser legs with both hands before raising them to his chest, clasped his hands together, and worshiped respectfully.

"So you're also shy?" Su Huai porridge poked his blushing cheeks with a playful smile after seeing him finish praying, "I haven't seen you so nervous before seeing my grandma."

Jiang Miao smiled helplessly. At this time, he couldn't say anything coquettish, and could only silently endure the teasing from his senior sister.

Su Huai Congee didn't make things difficult for him, just squatted down, took out a pair of chopsticks from the bag, and rummaged through the bowl of fried pork closest to the tombstone, as if he was picking up vegetables for his mother.

While carrying her chopsticks, she casually chatted about the past.

"I didn't believe in Buddhism when I was young, neither did my mother, neither did my grandma."