Uncle, let me give you a hug

Tomb-sweeping day.

The spring breeze is just right and the sun is warm.

Ji Huai and Jiang Zimo arrived in Jincheng last night, and it was past eleven o'clock in the evening when they returned to the villa.The two fell asleep hugging each other after washing, and only woke up this morning to feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Ji Huai stretched, ready to get out of bed to make breakfast.Jiang Zimo took him back from behind, closed his eyes and muttered, "What are you doing up so early?"

"It's getting late, we have to visit the grave today, uncles, aunts and my grandma may not be able to come back tonight."

"It's time to come, sleep with me for a while." Jiang Zimo hugged his waist and fell asleep again.Ji Huai looked at him amusedly, and closed his eyes after a short while.

When they woke up again, it was really too late. JQHDUJIA Ji Huai saw that it was almost noon, so he quickly got up.He definitely couldn't eat breakfast, and he didn't have time to eat lunch at home, so Ji Huai made two glasses of milk and toasted a few slices of bread.

"Eat something to rest your stomach first, we'll eat outside at noon." Ji Huai took the things into the car, and the two started driving to the cemetery.

They come back every year to visit the grave, and this is the tenth year.Ji Huai bought a large bouquet of roses and placed them in front of the tombstones of Tao Wan and Jiang Bin.In this cemetery, they were probably the only ones who came here with roses when they visited the grave in Qingming. In the first few years, Ji Huai said that this was too disrespectful, but Uncle Mo said that his mother just liked roses.

If you give her chrysanthemums, maybe she will be so angry that she will deny you as a daughter-in-law.

Ji Huai hesitated for a long time, but finally brought roses every year.They cleaned the dust around the tombstone, knelt and kowtowed again.

The two sat in front of the tombstone for a while, Jiang Zimo didn't say anything, but Ji Huai muttered a lot instead.He talked about their life this year, he said that Uncle Mo is getting lazy now, he also said that Uncle Mo has completely retired and has been oppressing him at home.

Jiang Zimo tilted his head and looked at him amusedly, Ji Huai coughed embarrassingly, and said, "Let's go visit grandma's grave."

Jiang Zimo pointed at him with his finger, and said with a smile: "You dare to speak ill of me in front of me. I don't know what you have arranged for me in private?"

"I'm telling the truth, and my uncles and aunts are also watching."

"Shout what?"

Ji Huai just smiled and said nothing, and turned his head away.

"Since you call me husband, what should you call my parents?" Jiang Zimo has been teasing him like this every year for ten years. "The high-achieving students of Beijing University don't even know this?"

"Be serious, in front of your parents." Ji Huai paused, and his face immediately turned red.

Jiang Zimo laughed at him: "It turned out that I called uncle and aunt, but I called mom and dad in my heart. One thing in front of one's face, one thing behind one's back, Mr. Ji is quite familiar with it." Ji Huai stood up, turned his back and walked out. "Grandma's tomb has to be cleaned, we need to hurry up."

Seeing Ji Huai walking further and further, Jiang Zimo didn't wait for him at all, so he ran to chase after him.

Spring carelessness is just like spring pond water, full of sorrow.Rong Rong leaks out, the east wind is weak, and the wrinkle is still resting.

It was April, and the enthusiasm on Ji Huai's face gradually faded. He just turned around when he saw Jiang Zimo had already caught up.

He could only say with a smile: "The older you are, the more you will bully people."

"You think I'm old now?" Jiang Zimo rolled up his sleeves, and Ji Huai smiled and stepped into the car. "Get in the car." Ji Huai waved with a smile.

After Jiang Zimo got into the car with a stinky face, he pulled down the fender in front of him and looked in the mirror above.

Ji Huai suppressed a smile to comfort him: "I'm not old at all, I was talking nonsense just now. When we went out last time, people still said that we are brothers?"

"Are you a brother or am I a brother?"

"Of course it's me." Of course it's him, Uncle Mo quit his job several years ago, and now he is busy with Awan's affairs.He not only has to be busy with the company, but also takes care of the family when he comes back.He worked so hard that he became the same as Uncle Mo. After going out, if people didn't look carefully, they would think they were the same age.

He always felt that the older Uncle Mo was, the more tempered he would be. Otherwise, Uncle Mo was already immune to his tricks, and Uncle Mo could hardly be coaxed now.

For example, now, Ji Huai turned his head to look at Uncle Mo, and sure enough his expression was still straining.

Ji Huai secretly blamed himself, as expected age is still a sensitive topic for men.

They ate lunch at a restaurant on the outskirts of the city. They didn't eat much in the morning, and now they were very hungry. After the food came, they just cared about eating. After eating, they set off with satisfaction.

In the afternoon, they are going back to the countryside to burn paper for grandma to visit her grave. This is what they do every Ching Ming Festival.

Grandma was buried on a hillside in the mountain village at that time. From this hillside, you can see the old house where grandma used to be.Now the old house is gone, and an asphalt road has been built at the entrance of the village. Most of the young people in the village have gone out to work, leaving only the elderly.

Ji Huai and Jiang Zimo pulled out the weeds on the edge of grandma's tomb, cleaned the tombstone, and finally burned a large pile of paper money and placed a bunch of chrysanthemums.

When they returned to the village after sweeping, they bumped into Grandpa Zhao in the village, and immediately insisted on inviting Ji Huai and Jiang Zimo to sit at home, but Ji Huai couldn't help but follow.

Grandpa Zhao's sons and daughters all work outside the home, leaving only a few grandchildren with them.Grandpa Zhao is a good person. He also helped grandma when she was sick. Ji Huai has remembered this kindness all these years.

Ji Huai had already brought something to Uncle Zhao, so he and Uncle Mo went back to the car and took out the things.

"Grandpa Zhao, don't be reluctant to use the things I bought for you. I will buy them for you next year."

Grandpa Zhao was happy: "You are the one who knows the most kindness in this village. You bring me so many things every year when you come back. I am a person who is going to be buried. Why do I need these things?"

"Grandpa Zhao can live another 20 years if he eats more and pays more attention to rest." Ji Huai said with a smile. Suddenly, the door was pushed open suddenly, and a woman in her 40s walked in.

Ji Huai was taken aback, hesitated for a while and didn't dare to admit it.But the woman came to Ji Huai's side, looked up and down, left and right.

"It's really Ji Huai, I dare not admit it."

This woman is one year older than Ji Huai, and her name is Li Yanyan.When they were teenagers, Li Yanyan was the prettiest among the girls in the village.

At that time, Ji Huai couldn't play with the little urchins in the village, so he always stayed by himself.But Li Yanyan always liked to come to him at that time, and he was beaten up by those children in the village for this reason.

Thinking of these Ji Huai can't help being funny, and looking at this Li Yanyan in front of him, Ji Huai can only recognize it with his vague memory.Now Li Yanyan's face is full of wrinkles, her back is slightly bent, and her temples have white hair.

Li Yanyan looked at him in surprise, and then said, "I heard they said that you built the road leading into the village?"

"It's me." When he came back to visit the grave for the first time, he felt that the road in the village was inconvenient, so he discussed with the village chief that he paid for it, and the village worked hard to repair the road. "Ji Huai, I knew you were different from others." Li Yanyan had tears in her eyes, her expression was miserable, "I wasn't angry with you back then, I liked you back then."

Ji Huai was suddenly embarrassed, Uncle Zhao slapped the table and said, "Okay, it's all in the past, Ji Huai will never remember such a trivial matter."

Li Yanyan is still crying. She was delicate and beautiful when she was young, and it hurts when she cries, but now at the age of 40 or [-], she really doesn't like crying.

She cried and said: "Grandpa Zhao, didn't I see that Ji Huai couldn't help himself for a while, I just feel that time is tricking people." Then, she looked at Ji Huai, "If you hadn't left back then, I, I..." Before she finished speaking, Li Yanyan's tears fell even more fiercely.

Ji Huai turned his head to look at Uncle Mo, and sure enough, he saw his face darken.Ji Huai herself also had a headache. When Li Yanyan was a teenager, she felt good about herself and felt that every boy in the village liked him. At that time, she often ran to Ji Huai to talk to herself, but Ji Huai didn't pay much attention to her. I don't know how she felt that Ji Huai liked him too.

All these years have passed, and Li Yanyan looks like someone who has a family with children, why is she still doing this.

What Ji Huai was thinking in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.He smiled indifferently, and only said: "Li Yanyan, I don't remember anything from that year. When I saw you today, I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that it was you."

Li Yanyan's face froze, and then she immediately laughed. "Hey, we all grew up together, and the relationship is still there. I haven't forgotten you all these years. Hey, what are you talking about? Have you eaten? Go to my house to eat, and I'll make it for you."

"No, I have to go back."

"What are you going back for? Don't be in a hurry to go back after you come back." Li Yanyan persuaded her, but Grandpa Zhao gave her a harsh reprimand. "Ji Huai's family has work to do, can we delay here?" Grandpa Zhao spoke seriously, and in the end Ji Huai could only pull Jiang Zimo to leave.Grandpa Zhao sent them to the door with a sigh, and then said: "Don't take Li Yanyan's words to heart, she is having a hard time now, and the husband at home is drinking and beating others. She just wants to cling to you when she sees you are well." gone."

"Thank you, I know everything about Grandpa Zhao."

Ji Huai asked Grandpa Zhao to go back, and the two got into the car.

After getting in the car, Jiang Zimo suddenly said: "So there is still a childhood sweetheart in the village, but your childhood sweetheart is really poor."

It is true that Ji Huai is only 35 this year, and Li Yanyan is one year older than him, only 36, but she looks to be close to [-], and Ji Huaiyi at first glance, people think she is not yet [-].

Jiang Zimo looked at him and asked, "Do you want me, a handsome old man, or that orange-skinned old woman?"

Ji Huai laughed: "Do you have to choose from these two?"

Jiang Zimo stared: "Do you have someone else?"

Ji Huaixin slandered, why did this old man become more and more reasonable, but he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Why, if I don't choose my old man, who else should I choose?" "That's...wrong, what do you call me?" Jiang Zimo raised his eyebrows As soon as he raised it, he took off his seat belt and rushed over. Ji Huai was startled, and quickly parked the car on the side of the road.

Jiang Zimo pressed Ji Huai's shoulder and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. Ji Huai hurriedly begged for mercy and said a lot of good things, but Jiang Zimo didn't let him go.

With the seat belt stretched across his chest, and Uncle Mo holding his head and kissing him again, Ji Huai couldn't do it even if he wanted to catch his breath.

"Lili n five, change, change. Wp. After a long time, Jiang Zimo let go, pinched Ji Huai's chin and asked him, "What do you call me?" "

Ji Huai blushed and called out, "Husband."

Jiang Zimo pulled Ji Huai's hand over, put it under his body, and pushed it deliberately.Ji Huai's palms were hot, and he wanted to shrink back, but Jiang Zimo held him tightly.

"No matter how old you are, it's enough to fuck you."

This person is an old hooligan, and Ji Huai reckons that he will suffer disaster when he goes back tonight.