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In the evening, Jiang Jian returned home from get off work, took the offerings he had prepared early in the morning, and went to the cemetery to visit his father's grave.

It was the Hungry Ghost Festival, and many people burned paper money along the way. The evening wind blew, and the ashes swirled up from the copper basin with the wind, and some fell on the windshield.

Jiang Jian turned on the controller, and the wipers made a muffled friction sound as they slid back and forth, brushing the ashes to the ground.

Several children on the side of the road were scrambling for food, but the youngest one not only failed to grab it, but was pushed to the ground.

He burst into tears, and suddenly saw Ashes, he ran over and sucked all the breath into his mouth, still not finished, and ran behind Jiang Jian's car.

Jiang Jian glanced at the rearview mirror, stepped on the gas pedal and stepped down slightly, and soon, the child was thrown out of sight.

During the bumpy journey, his Jeep, which was fast entering the scrap yard, finally drove to the suburban cemetery.

Not many people came to pay their respects, and most of the parking lot was empty. Jiang Jiankai found a random place to park his car, and walked into the cemetery with his offerings.

There were many pine trees planted on both sides of the road, and the only remaining light of the setting sun slanted through the gaps in the branches of the trees. Jiang Jiankai narrowed his eyes slightly, walked quickly through the nearby cemetery, and walked to the place where his father was buried.

There were three people standing there, and the one who was placing the offerings was his elder brother Jiang Yunxie, and there was a woman behind him, holding a three-year-old child in her hand.

Jiang Yunling got married four years ago, it was his wife and son.

Jiang Jiankai hesitated for a moment, but still walked over. Jiang Yunling soon spotted him, his expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to block him.

"You are not welcome here, go now!" He lowered his voice and shouted.

The two brothers stood opposite each other. Jiang Yunxuan was slightly shorter than Jiang Jiankai, but his physique was much stronger, which was due to the result of years of hard work.

Jiang Jiankai didn't move, Jiang Yunling directly grabbed his clothes and pushed him back, Jiang Jiankai didn't push him hard, and said, "I just came to see Dad and bring him something he likes."

"Dad doesn't care about you crap, dad doesn't need anything, and doesn't want to see you, get out!"

Jiang Yunling pushed hard, and Jiang Jiankai staggered two steps back. The thing fell to the ground. Before he could pick it up, Jiang Yunling picked it up and threw it far away.

"elder brother!"

Jiang Jiankai's shout was exchanged for a fist, and the corner of his mouth was broken, Jiang Yunling shouted: "I don't have your brother, if you dare to shout, I will dare to hit you!"

He raised his fist again, but was stopped by the woman, and whispered, "Don't fight in front of Dad's grave, he won't be happy."

These words worked, and Jiang Yunxuan lowered his fist.

Jiang Jiankai looked at the woman. She was much younger than Jiang Yunling, without makeup, with delicate features, and she seemed easy to get along with.

The child was a little obsessed with his mother's trousers with his little hands, his eyes were wide open, and he looked up at him curiously.

Jiang Jiankai's eyes flicked over the child's shoulder, and a child who was a little older than him stood beside him, putting his little hand on his shoulder.

Jiang Jiankai walked over and patted the child on the shoulder, reminding him, "This place is too cloudy, don't bring children here."

With his slapping, the child who came closer disappeared, and his hand was immediately pushed away by Jiang Yunling, shouting: "Don't touch my son, get out!"

There were a few people nearby who came to worship. Hearing the noise, they looked over one after another. Jiang Jiankai didn't insist anymore, picked up the thrown offerings, turned and left.

When he walked out of the cemetery, there was a cry behind him. He turned his head and saw a woman chasing after her with a child in her arms.

After the woman ran close, she put down the child and said, "I am Yunling's wife, and my name is Zhao Jianling."

With a bright personality, she introduced herself straight to the point, pointed to her child, and said, "This is our son Fantuan, who is just three years old. Fantuan is called Second Uncle."

These are actually things that Jiang Jiankai knew a long time ago, he just didn't expect Zhao Jianling to take the initiative to say hello.

Looking down at the child, the child looked up at him too, and called out timidly, "Hello, Second Uncle."

Suddenly being recognized as a relative, Jiang Jiankai was a little at a loss, called Mrs. Zhao Jianling, and fumbled in his pockets, but couldn't find anything that could be given away, so he took off the beads on his wrist and handed them to the rice ball.

"This has been consecrated, so let's treat it as a gift for the children."

Fantuan looked at his mother, and Zhao Jianling said, "The second uncle gave it to you, take it."

Only then did he happily pick it up and put it on his wrist. The child's wrist was too thin, so he rolled it onto his arm in one go. He thought it was interesting, so he grabbed the beads and rolled them back and forth to play.

Zhao Jianling let him play, and said to Jiang Jiankai: "I have heard about you from my mother. Don't blame your brother for being angry. He just feels uncomfortable. When Dad fell ill, he promised Dad that he would take you home, but In the end, he didn’t make it, and he was angry with himself.”

"I don't blame big brother, it's me who doesn't live up to expectations..."

At some point, the night fell, and the surrounding area became more and more desolate.

Jiang Jiankai didn't know where to start, and he didn't know what to say. When his father was dying, he couldn't come back to visit him. Not to mention his elder brother was annoyed, even he couldn't forgive himself.

Jiang Jiankai pulled his thoughts back and asked, "How is Mom?"

"Well, she's in good health. Originally, she wanted to come with us. Yunxiu was afraid that she would be upset when she came, so she found an excuse to let her watch the shop. She..."

Looking at Jiang Jiankai's face, Zhao Jianling hesitated, and said, "She just misses you. Every time I talk about you, she always says that you are outside alone, and I don't know what's wrong. Go back and see when you have time." Look, this is my cell phone, when you come home, I'll find an excuse to get your brother away."

She wrote down her mobile phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Jiankai. Jiang Jian thanked her, and she said, "Thank you for what the family said, give me the things, and I will burn them for you to Dad."

"This...my brother is going to lose his temper again when he sees it."

"No, dad won't lose his temper with mom."

Fantuan had played enough beads and said to Jiang Jiankai.

Zhao Jianling smiled, took the offerings brought by Jiang Jiankai, and said, "It's okay, I told him to take the rice balls to the bathroom just now, and he came here. do you know?"

"I know!" the child finished speaking crisply, then shook his hand at Jiang Jian again, "Second Uncle, when will you come to our house to play, I'll treat you to some wrapping paper."

"What about our house? It's also the second uncle's house."

After Zhao Jianling reprimanded her son, her cell phone rang. She looked at the cell phone and said, "Your brother is here to remind you. We're going back first. You must remember to go home."

Jiang Jiankai nodded, watching her take the child's hand and hurried back to the cemetery. After walking a long way, he could still hear the child's chirping.

Many years ago, when he was a child, his elder brother took his hand and took care of him in the same way, but things have changed, and everything can't go back.