I met you back in 2000

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. This sentence is very appropriate in Jiangnan area. It has been raining for several days in a row. Finally, the weather is good for a weekend. My parents took me to the grave early in the morning.

At the flag-raising ceremony that day, Su Ze was criticized by the school for directly handing the microphone to Shi Qiang. Although I only wrote a simple review, I still feel sorry.

Every year when the gardenias bloom, my mother loves to talk about Su Ze's mother, a woman who is as pure and sweet as gardenias.So when I went out, I put a few gardenias on the windowsill of Su Ze's house.

I risked my life to steal it from Granny Qiao’s yard in the morning. Her black dog was stronger than rhubarb. Fortunately, it chased me halfway through the village and then suddenly disappeared.

All the cemeteries in the town are concentrated on a small mound in the back mountain. There are mountains, trees and water, which is an excellent place to bury the ancestors.One year later, the city planned to relocate the graves collectively. At that time, I was holding my father's urn, and my mother cried all the way leaning on my shoulder.So I really don't want to come back to this place.

"Go, go and burn some paper money for your grandparents." Dad called me.

I swore secretly in my heart that my grandparents have spirits in the sky, and I can do nothing when I come back from time travel this time, except for the car accident 8 years later, even if I bet my life, I will never let it happen again.

"Mom and Dad, you must bless Miaomiao to be admitted to a good university, and to become famous when she grows up. Our family will feel at ease."

Hearing this, I was so ashamed that I couldn't lift my head, I was afraid I would disappoint them.I think there are too many people my grandparents want to bless, and they don't have time to talk to me.

After worshiping here, my mother took me to find Su Ze’s mother’s tomb. It’s rare to meet a grave-sweeping person on a sunny day.No, Su Ze and his father are also here.

A few gardenias were inserted in a small plastic bottle in front of the stele. I looked up to Su Ze, who was standing not far from me in his school uniform.This is a grave-sweeping tradition in his family. His mother has never seen his son go to school, and the school uniform is for her to see.

My mother also saw the flowers in the vase, her eyes were a little red, and she said a few words, "This year's gardenias are blooming again."

I may not have said that Su Ze was born in April, the season when gardenias bloom.He never celebrated his birthday because it was also the anniversary of his mother's death.It sounds like a tragic heroine in a romance novel, but he does exist.

On the way back, I walked behind with Su Ze.Taking this opportunity, I decided to clarify, after all, he had seen me use that pen.

"I didn't steal the pen."

Su Ze snorted, unable to tell whether he believed it or not.But I still cared about his thoughts, and told him the ins and outs of the matter again.At the end he still uttered an oh.

Forget it, I'll just treat him as a grave sweeper, he's in a bad mood and doesn't want to listen to my nonsense.

The consequence of stealing flowers is that Grandma Qiao came to her door, bringing her black dog with her.The dog was about to bite me, but fortunately Grandma Qiao stopped me.I said that grandma Qiao is the most respected person in the village, how could she care about these flowers.

She spoke with a strong local accent, and sometimes even I, a local, could not understand her words. She kept repeating Xiang Xiang Xiang Xiang in her mouth, and then she left a bunch of gardenias and left.

"There is no one in Aze's house, so you can send some to the bookstore."

"Just leave it at the door."

Mom took out fifty cents and put it in my hand, "By the way, go to the street to buy some food."

"Mom, you sent the beggar. It's not enough to buy a turnip pancake."

She took out another two yuan, "Buy a few more, and eat with Ze."

I sighed in my heart, my mother's brain circuit is really strange, and it is not troublesome to go to the grave every year like this.When I was a child, I was very jealous. I used the money to buy food for myself. Who cares about Su Ze?Now from the perspective of an adult, Su Ze's life experience is indeed too pitiful.

So I bought an extra radish pancake.

It might be embarrassing to say it, but my childhood dream was to set up a stall at the school gate and sell shredded radish pancakes.Prices in China have been skyrocketing. Every semester, the price of vegetables in the cafeteria has increased by [-] cents, but this shredded radish cake is different, it will always be one yuan.Now that I think about it, luckily my dream didn't come true.