Ding Tian's Ancient Life

In the dream, he returned to modern times.

He saw his own portrait, held by his younger brother, surrounded by black people with white flowers... Is this a funeral?

He knew he was dead.

It is impossible to see your own coffin without dying.

My mother was crying very sad, my father was also very silent, my younger brother... my younger brother was holding his portrait more silently than my father

He saw his leaders come, and before his coffin, announced his martyr status, medals, certificates, and... bonuses.

Mom stopped crying, and dad didn't stay silent anymore. Only the younger brother pushed his things out: "What's the use of these things? My brother is gone, gone! My brother is not married yet, and he doesn't even have a lover." , who do you want these things for?"

He watched his younger brother slap and cry, watched his parents coax him, and finally took over those things.

But... Mom and Dad wanted to use the bonus to buy a house for my younger brother, but my younger brother didn't agree. Instead, he studied hard, got a scholarship, went to a good university, got a good job in the end, and was promoted to be an official. Son, bought a house with his own savings, married a good wife, gave birth to two sons, but adopted one to him, and brought his son and nephew to offer incense to him every year.

Whenever the night is quiet, the younger brother will touch his photo, and sometimes, he will secretly call his brother

Only then did Ding Tian know that his younger brother was not as indifferent to him as he thought, it was just a young rebellious period.

He is dead, these should be put down.

I watched my parents grow old and passed away, and my younger brother sent them away. Although he chose the same cemetery, he was alone in a martyr's garden, while my parents were buried together in an ordinary cemetery on the other side.

The old house was demolished, and the younger brother got a generous demolition fee, which was put together with his bonus and given to the child he adopted as his son.

His younger brother retired, and when he took his grandson to visit his grave, he felt at peace.

At least, my brother is doing well, that's enough.

It seemed that decades had passed in the dream, but when Ding Tian woke up, he found that it was just one night.

"Huangliang—a dream?" Ding Tian scratched his joint, "Perhaps... I am Ding Tian."

He is Ding Tian, ​​something he has already thought about, isn't he?

Ding Tian got up, made the bed, changed his clothes, washed up, and the second aunt came over to bring him breakfast: "We'll eat at your third uncle's tonight."

"Oh, good." Ding Tian's breakfast today is a bowl of rice porridge, a black-faced steamed bun, a bowl of shredded pickles mixed with sesame oil, a bowl of deep-fried minced meat in miso, and two boiled goose eggs.

After the second aunt was done, Ding Tian continued to draw his design on the desk under the window after breakfast, the floor plan of a small house he designed for himself.

He didn't graduate from the design department, but it's still possible to draw a blueprint and build a small courtyard of his dreams. Ding Tian just spent a day like this, and when he finished drawing, it was time for dinner.

I'm going to my third uncle's house today.

He didn't go empty-handed, but brought the two golden hairpins that were returned from the divorce.

"Come here? The meal will be ready soon, come in!" The third aunt was busy in the kitchen, and the second aunt came to help, and it was the second aunt who opened the door for him.

"Hey." Ding Tian nodded and entered the room.

The third uncle's house is a two-entry house, the same green brick and tile house. Because his family has a lot of land, he has built three granaries. Farmers have food in their hands and don't panic.

At the same time, the third uncle's family also has three cattle, which is already very rich in rural areas.

When Ding Tian entered the house, he saw his second and third uncles sitting on the pit, knocking sunflower seeds and chatting.

He listened, and it was about the field. He thought that he would have to pay taxes this year, so he had to choose the right grain to grow. In addition to millet, he also had to grow soybeans, red beans and other miscellaneous grains.

"By the way, Tian'er, when are you going to go on business?" The second uncle suddenly remembered, "Do you want to bring some gifts for the magistrate?"

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