Zhong Xiaoxiao excitedly slapped her thigh. "Me? My opinion is—of course I agree!"
Seeing her excited expression, Zhang Chunxue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She concealed her expression and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Won't you stand up for your father?"
After hearing this, Zhong Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment before she softly replied, "Dad has been gone for so many years. I can't really let you, Mom, take care of him forever, right?"
"Dad, even in his grave, would be happy if he knew that you, Mom, could find a good home."
Zhong Xiaoxiao felt that her father was a very good man. When he was still alive, although he didn't care much about her and her siblings, he still worked hard to support the family.
Although rural men still tend to be somewhat patriarchal, they are not like those men in the village who like to drink and take their anger out on their wives and children when they are drunk.
Moreover, her father died while saving people, so in Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes, he was a hero.
But her father is no longer with us, and Zhong Xiaoxiao doesn't want her mother to be a widow for the rest of her life.
She couldn't help but comfort Zhang Chunxue: "Mom, don't feel any psychological burden."
Zhang Chunxue was also relieved: "Well, when your father was alive, I was worthy of him, so don't worry, I don't have any psychological burden in the marriage."
She smiled again and said, "Let's go see your dad this afternoon and talk to him about this."
Zhong Xiaoxiao nodded heavily.
After lunch, the two of them took some tributes and went up the mountain.
Zhong Guosheng's grave is quite conspicuous. He died while saving someone, and his grave was built with money from the leader he saved, so it is particularly tall and majestic among all the graves.
It had only been ten years since then, and the two of them didn't dare to burn paper or anything like that. They just placed tributes in front of Zhong Guosheng's grave.
Zhang Chunxue looked at the grave mound in front of him and reached out to help clear the weeds growing around it.
"Guosheng!" She said softly while pulling at the grass, "You haven't been here for six years..."
Zhong Xiaoxiao helped her on the side, with her head down and silent.
"For the past six years, I've lived in a daze..." Zhang Chunxue said calmly, "Before, I lived for my three sons. Now, I've changed..."
But in her heart she said something else.
Zhong Guosheng, did you see what kind of life I lived in my previous life and what kind of ending I ended up in?
In my last life, I was worthy of you and your three sons, but I was unworthy of Xiaoxiao. In this life, I want to live a different life from my last one...
Zhong Guosheng, please don't blame me. I don't want to go through the same experience in my previous life again. In this life, I want to live a different way...
She almost chattered to Zhong Guosheng about what had happened recently, without hiding a single thing, including what happened between him and Song Xingzhi.
The more Zhong Xiaoxiao listened, the more she felt something was wrong.
Huh? It seems her mother and Teacher Song got involved earlier than she thought!
But thinking of this, she couldn't help but pinch herself.
What does "stirring up" mean? I really can't speak!
Zhang Chunxue had finished what she wanted to say and what was in her heart. She stood in front of Zhong Guosheng's grave and looked down at his tombstone.
"Guosheng, if I say I will come to see you often in the future, that would definitely be a lie..."
"After all, Xiaoxiao is really going to Beijing to attend university. We've settled down there, so we might not come back for several years..."
"But Guosheng, I will never forget you."
"That's true."
After all, they are a young couple. Zhong Guosheng is indeed very good to Zhang Chunxue, and Zhang Chunxue will always remember him.
But the person is gone, how can those who are still alive just stay where they are?
Everyone has his own life!
After the weeds around the grave were almost all pulled out, Zhang Chunxue collected the offerings and prepared to take Zhong Xiaoxiao down the mountain.
However, Zhong Xiaoxiao suddenly discovered something was wrong.
"Mom! Why do I feel like Dad's grave has been disturbed?" Zhong Xiaoxiao stood at the end of the grave, her face full of confusion. "The color of the soil here is different from the surrounding ones."
"Has the grave been disturbed?" Zhang Chunxue's brows immediately frowned.
She put down the offerings in her hand and walked to Zhong Xiaoxiao's side. She squatted down and took a look. Sure enough, she found that the color of the soil here was somewhat different from that of other places. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell the difference.
Zhang Chunxue grabbed some soil and crushed it, then got some soil from other places for comparison, and immediately found that the soil here with a different color had a higher humidity.
It's like...
It was just dug out not long ago and hasn't had time to be exposed to the sun until it becomes the same color as the surrounding soil.
Zhang Chunxue's face immediately darkened.
Zhong Guosheng's grave has been dug up.
Zhong Xiaoxiao looked at her mother's face and felt a little uneasy: "Mom? What's going on..."
Zhang Chunxue clapped his hands, stood up, and forced a smile: "It's nothing, don't worry, it's probably just the quality of the soil!"
Her tone was very relaxed: "Let's go! Let's go home first!"
She picked up the basket on the ground, held Zhong Xiaoxiao's hand and went down the mountain.
But her heart was filled with gloom at this moment.
Zhong Guosheng has been dead for six years. Who on earth wants to disturb his peace?
However, Zhong Xiaoxiao was just a little girl, and Zhang Chunxue didn't intend to let her get involved in this matter. She planned to sneak up the mountain at night to see what was going on.
Zhong Xiaoxiao was only seventeen years old after all, and was quickly fooled by Zhang Chunxue. She then began to chatter about her mother's business affairs.
"Mom! What kind of business are you planning? I saw that big stove you built. Are you going to open a breakfast stall? Then can I still come back with you in the evening?"
Zhang Chunxue smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm planning to make some stewed meats. Then I'll make some braised dishes to go with the wine. They should sell well."
She thought for a moment and continued, "I plan to sell it outside several factories in the county. I can ride a tricycle and move around easily. I'll go wherever there are a lot of people."
Zhong Xiaoxiao couldn't help but clench her hand when she heard this: "Then, Mom, are you very tired?"
"Making money is tiring, of course!" Zhang Chunxue disagreed. "Look at all the people in our village. We work hard every day, facing the earth and back to the sky. In the hot summer, our sweat drops shatter on the ground. All year round, we only earn a few hard-earned dollars..."
"I'm just riding a tricycle to sell some food. Isn't it easier than theirs?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao thought about it and agreed, but she couldn't help swallowing her saliva and lowering her voice: "But Mom, can we really do business now?"
"No, I won't be accused of speculation and arrested, right?"
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