My dad's life

"Don't be silly, Fang Yuan, take out the paper money and tribute." Fang's mother looked up and saw Fang Yuan stunned there, so she said.

"Oh, okay." Fang Yuan reacted and hurriedly took out the contents of the iron bucket nearby.

The iron bucket was borrowed by the owner of the Yamashita Mingdian. Because they bought a lot of things, they used it for free. They usually rented it for five yuan each time.

The iron bucket is needed because, in order to prevent fire, the paper is burned in the bucket.

Fang Yuan took out the tribute and arranged it, and also took out the Ming paper.

Burning paper can't be burnt all at once, otherwise it will not burn through.

Didn't the ancestors who couldn't burn through all received bad money?

"This money is still very beautiful." The little guy squatted there, commenting on the colorful paper money.

Fang's mother not only bought the traditional papyrus, but also the now printed coins.

No matter what kind of banknotes are popular below, there will be no shortage of money to spend.

Father Fang lit the paper money next to him, and Fang Yuan helped put it inside.

See you, the little guy came to join in the fun too.

"Children play with fire and can wet the bed." Fang Yuan frightened her.

"No, I'm a big sister, and I can't wet the bed." The little guy vowed.

"Really? How do I remember someone urinated the bed twice?"

"Did you see it?" the little guy mumbled dissatisfiedly.

Of course Fang Yuan didn't see it, who would stare at her all night.

"I didn't see how you knew it was me who peeed?" the little guy said proudly.

Give yourself a compliment for your wit.

"Xinxin, come to Grandpa's side, don't listen to your father's nonsense." Father Fang reached out and pulled her to the upper hand.

"When you play it faster, don't burn yourself." Father Fang gave her a demonstration.

The fire in the iron bucket was vigorous, and it kept rushing to the mouth of the bucket.

Fang Yuan muttered a little dissatisfied: "I'm talking nonsense, isn't this what you told me when I was young?"

"Fangyuan, come and give grandpa incense." Fang's mother greeted Fangyuan.

Fang Yuan put down the Mingzhi in her hand and took the incense stick from Fang's mother.

According to the tradition of the past, the things of incense and worship were all done by men in the family.

Because my grandfather did not have a son, Fang's father or Fang Yuan would do it for him every year.

Although many traditions have been lost now, some things are actually carved into the bones.

Fang Yuan inserted the lighted incense into the incense burner, then knelt on the ground and respectfully knocked three heads to his grandfather.

"Dad, what are you doing?" the little guy asked curiously.

"I'm asking grandpa to bless you to grow up healthy and healthy. Come here, and you will kowtow to grandpa." Fang Yuan beckoned to her.

"Go." Father Fang took the initiative to take the money from the little guy.

"Just follow the way my father was just now, just kowtow three heads. You can also gently tell grandpa what you want him to bless you." Fang Yuan whispered.

"What is blessing?" the little guy asked curiously.

"Well, it's a wish, whisper your wish." Fang Yuan thought for a while and said.

"Is it the same as birthday?"

"Roughly the same."

So the little guy did the same as his father just now, and kowtowed to the grandfather.

Then he folded his palms together, and whispered in a decent manner: "Grandpa, my wish...it's not right..., you have to bless your baby to be happy. There are delicious, fun and so many good friends every day."

After thinking about it, he added: "Bless everyone who is happy, and yourself, be happy in heaven too!"

What the little guy said was not very small, and besides the sound of flames licking the air, there was almost no other noise, so everyone heard it clearly.

Everyone laughed when they said their first wish, and it was really small.

But when she talked about making Grandpa too happy in heaven, everyone was silent.

People ask for Buddha, God, and ancestors, and let them bless themselves and satisfy their desires. Then who can satisfy them?

Maybe only people with innocent hearts like the little guy will come from the heart and let them all be well.

"Don't worry, grandpa must be very happy to hear you in heaven."

Lan Caiyi touched her little head, pulled her up, and patted the dust on her knees.

Then respectfully kowtow to grandpa.

"Grandpa, you let me choose and walk the way I want to go. Thank you for your tolerance and care of me."

Lan Caiyi muttered silently in her heart, then looked up at Fang Yuan, who was talking to her daughter next to her, and added a sentence.

"So, I'm back."

...

"Fangyuan, you and Caiyidai Xinxin go down first, and I'll talk to your grandpa with your dad here." Fang's mother said to Fangyuan when Mingqian almost burned.

"Okay, let's go to the parking lot and wait for you." Fang Yuan hugged the little guy and said.

Fang Yuan knows why Fang's mother distracted him, which is the case almost every time he comes to the grave.

Mainly because he was afraid that Fang's father could not save face.

No, after walking a long distance, Fang Yuan looked back quietly, and saw that Fang's father had already knelt down, just sitting on his knees, and didn't know what he was talking about.

Lan Caiyi also looked back curiously, not understanding what Fangyuan was looking at.

"My dad has a very awkward character. We were there, and he was a little embarrassed to talk to Grandpa." Fang Yuan explained.

Lan Caiyi was a little surprised when she heard this.

The little guy with his arms around Fangyuan's neck heard it and retorted loudly, "Grandpa is the best grandpa."

"Dad didn't say that grandpa is bad, but if grandpa listens to you, he must be very happy."

"Really? Then when Grandpa comes back, I will tell him." The little guy said with joy.

"Really? What do you want to tell him?" Fang Yuan asked casually.

"I said, Dad said you are not good, but I think you are the best grandpa." The little guy said loudly.

"Ahem..., when does Dad say that grandpa is not good, kids don't talk nonsense."

If Fang's father heard this, he wouldn't know if he was happy, but Fangyuan knew that he would not be happy anymore.

"You have it."

"I do not have."

"You have it."

"I do not have."

...

"Okay, stop arguing. Really, my brain is buzzing with you."

Lan Caiyi couldn't stand the one-to-one repetition of the two.

But Fangyuan and Piggy looked at each other and laughed together.

"You two." Lan Caiyi squeezed her fists up, and wanted to give them two one by one.

Fang Yuan hugged the little guy and ran forward.

"Don't run, you two bad guys, give me a shot."

"Lululu..."

The little guy who hugged his father's neck stuck out his tongue at Lan Caiyi who was catching up from behind.

"Is it a fool not to run?" the little guy said proudly.

In fact, the little guy often said the same thing to Yuan Yuan.

But why does mom run closer and closer?

"Dad, come on, run quickly, mom is catching up." The little guy exclaimed and laughed.

"Oh, you little piggy is too heavy, I can't run fast while holding you, or I will put you down and run by myself, OK?" Fangyuan deliberately asked.

"No, dad, you have to believe in yourself, come on."

The little guy said, and gave Fang Yuan a loving kiss as encouragement.

But because of this, Lan Caiyi caught up and knocked on the heads of both of them.

"Blame you, you blocked my sight."

"Obviously Dad ran too slowly."

"It's you."

"It's you, it's you."

"It's you, it's you."

...

Blue color clothes: (*︿)

Mother Fang stood in front of the tomb, heard cheers and laughter below, looked back, smiled and turned around.

"Ah Ba, everything is fine now!"