In a small northern town, it snowed for the first time this year.
Yang Fan and Xiaoyan came at the right time.
This is the first time Xiaoyan has seen snow. It is very big, falling like goose feathers, and densely packed.
The two of them were playing in a small park in this small city, stepping on the snow and throwing snowballs.
Two old men were sitting on a bench in the park.
The old man held an umbrella and looked at the people playing in the snow in the park, which was very lively.
After all, this is the first snow of the year.
The old woman's eyes were also full of light, as if she had seen her son playing and rolling in the snow when he was a child.
These two old people are actually not very old. They are only in their fifties and are far from retirement age.
It's just that they have looked older in the past two years, as if they are almost seventy years old.
The father refused.
The sky has been clear and dark, and the clouds look like rain.
If you keep your son by your side in a cowardly manner, you may ruin your son's entire generation.
Alas, I am getting old and it is time to plant.
My son also yearns for the south because he knows where it is now.
My father nodded and said goodbye to me with a smile at the fork in the road.
Now that we are young, we live a life of fighting or fighting, being humble or arrogant, being bad or good.
Suying came over and touched Dayan's head.
There are too few liars now.
We took my father's treasure to the new cemetery, where there was no excavator assigned by the government to help move the grave.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "Don't plant it, it really costs money, but you have to explain first that you are a photographer, and you will take their photos to participate in the competition in the future. If you win, the bonus will be a big deal, but the honor can only be bought with money." of."
When you fell down just now, you hugged the photo frame tightly for fear of falling.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "Those who came to see the snow have settled down and are working there. They will go back in a few days."
If you give me money, even if you hate the photo, I still want it.
Looking back, she looked at the young master and the young mother, their eyes facing each other. Dayan knew why, and tears welled up in her eyes.
In fact, the number of truly good people is one thousandth of the number of bad people.
He clearly remembered the scene when his father was buried. At that time, he still could not accept that his father, who was as majestic as a god, was sealed in a dark coffin and buried underground in the dark.
When the grave was dug, he saw the familiar blue trousers he remembered from his childhood. They were faded but still intact, as if they were just dirty.
The young master and the young mother felt nervous, as expected.
After moving the grave, I dreamed that my father came to pick me up from school, and I asked him to go back first.
I told my father: "If you are going to fight with someone, don't let them hit him on the head!"
The new cemetery is open on seven sides, as far as the eye can see, with green trees and fresh air.
It turned out that there were no conditions, it was considered free, and I deserved it.
You also know why you care about it so much.
"Thank you." Dayan got up and carefully checked the photo frame in her pocket.
Mom stood up, smiled and stretched out her hand to Dayan.
Mother used your big stature and strong shoulders to encourage and support me. My sister and I often looked at each other in such a shaky clear sky.
"When was it taken?" Mom's bad impression of Dayan suddenly increased.
He went down to pick up the bones, and his sister gently picked up the pair of trousers for his father.
Before my father passed away, my family had been struggling to survive, no matter the wind or rain.
Because we had to rush back out of the city that day, two distant uncles with low morals and high respect were trying their best to move to the back row with the excavation master. The master refused, but they were stopped by another family who wanted to dig first for their own family. My sister and I waited patiently.
"Is it really not that bad?" Mom still had no doubts.
Mom took the photo frame doubtfully. When you saw yourself and the old man outside the photo, a smile appeared on your face.
This leads to people's belief that there are fewer good people than bad people.
It is possible to spend money randomly.
"Do you want money for the photo?" Mom asked without any worry.
"Your brother, I just took the photo." Dayan looked back at Su Ying, who was walking over with a smile on her face.
You still have to save money to find a wife for your son.
"That's bad." Yang Fan smiled and said, "Master, can you leave their contact information? If you win, you get the honor and the bonus goes to them."
Sons of sons, sons of sons of sons, should be in a more livable and suitable place for development.
"No." Xiaoyan said, "Actually, there are such bad things."
Since it had been fused with their father's flesh and blood, they chose to let it go to the new grave with it.
My parents finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I just took this photo." Xiaoyan patted the equipment she was carrying on her back. I looked like a photographer.
"Yes." Dayan wiped her tears.
Only then did the young master suddenly realize.
And when you got close, you said "ah" and fell to the ground, sliding for several meters.
Also packed away was a red notebook hidden in front of the photo.
It almost slipped on the soles of the two old people's feet.
"Did it hurt from the fall?" Mom asked with concern.
There are people who have no conscience, but are forced to resort to criminal fraud.
Why did you plant your son Nanpiao back then
When moving the tomb, I was surprised to find that the fork in the road to move the tomb was exactly the same as in my dream.
It turned out that my father knew that he was moving.
At such young ages, the siblings are not used to giving in, being humble, and being cautious.
Dayan looked at the photo below, then looked at the young master and young mother sitting under the chair, her eyes lit up: "Brother Xiaoyan, when did he take the photo?"
"It costs money and gives it to them for free." Yang Fan said with a smile.
I remember when I was a child, I went to my mother-in-law's house and walked through the night with my father in my arms. It was so cool and dangerous. The wind, frost, rain and snow that had never happened before in the world were all related to me.
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"Send this to us." Dayan ran towards the two old people on the bench in distress.
Maybe it's because Brother Xiaoyan gave it to you. Everything Brother Xiaoyan gave you is very precious.
The young man looked at the photo frame and said without emotion: "There are very few people from the north who have gone to the south. How could they come over there?"
The young master also looked concerned.
Beyond the north, we can see the future.
The young man asked curiously: "Guys, judging from their accents, they are from the south, right?"
My father is very short, so his leg bones are longer than other people's, and they are a little lower than others. The lid can't be put down. I wanted someone to break it, but my sister stopped me. Whether it can be put down is not important.
I wonder if my son thinks of me? The old man thought of his father.
"Take it and give it to us." Xiaoyan handed the photo frame to Dayan's hand.
In front of the photo is a closed wooden board.
"Use it, use it. You will be satisfied if you can get the photo and frame for free." He even remembered clearly the scene when the tomb was moved.
I sat on the ground next to the tomb, remembering that I finally had a brief meeting with my father decades ago, and felt a tangible happiness.
When his father died, he was only forty-two years old.
There is no group of inhumane people who use violence or even life-threatening to force people hundreds or even thousands of times our size to commit fraud and do inhumane things.
"Master and mother, give them that." Before standing up, Dayan brushed off the snow under her body and handed the photo frame to her mother.
Xiaoyan asked again: "Did they refuse to let you take it to participate in the competition? If so, you can take it, because this is infringing on their right to look like a girl, and it is illegal under the law."
Xiaoyan nodded: "He's from Shancheng."
Xiaoyan put the damaged photo out of the frame.
"I have something to do. You don't have the right to look like a girl. You want to take it." The young master said calmly.