usatvline Chapter 481 Grandma must have heard it.
Chapter 481 Grandma must have heard it.
Chapter 481 Grandma must have heard it.
Just as it was approaching five in the evening, before it was even dark, the family closed the front door early, sat around the small round table, and began to eat dinner.
The warm yellow light shone on the dining table, giving the dishes a tempting sheen.
The steam from the food rose gently, carrying a rich and mellow aroma that permeated the entire room, tantalizing everyone's noses and tantalizing their taste buds, making them eager to eat.
The food tastes delicious.
Yu Huan contentedly put down her chopsticks, gently patted her slightly bulging belly, and smiled with satisfaction.
At that moment, Old Yu and Grandpa Yu had just finished drinking and each served themselves a bowl of rice.
Old Yu shook his head, his eyes slightly glazed with drunkenness. He looked up at Yu Huan and said, "Huanhuan, before it gets completely dark, hurry up and take You Rong to Grandma's grave. The things are all in the stairwell. Don't delay, go and come back as soon as possible."
"There will definitely be a lot of people and cars at the cemetery today, so just ride your motorcycle or your dad's electric scooter to avoid getting stuck in traffic," the old man said earnestly as he shoveled rice into his mouth.
“Okay, let’s go by motorcycle.” Yu Huan nodded quickly, then picked up the coconut juice on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then stood up briskly without any delay.
Seeing this, Lin Yourong also stood up and obediently followed behind Yu Huan.
Teacher Wu turned to look at the young couple's retreating figures, her eyes filled with affection, and called out with concern, "Drive slowly on the road! Be careful!"
Yu Huan turned around and responded, then led Lin Yourong quickly to the stairwell.
The hallway was dimly lit. Yu Huan bent down and carefully searched under the stairs, soon finding a red plastic bag.
He untied the bag and, in the dim light of the hallway, carefully examined it.
At the bottom is a small square firework cannon, with a plate of firecrackers, incense, candles, and joss paper on top.
After a quick check to confirm that everything was correct, Yu Huan tied the bag shut, turned around, and handed it to Lin Yourong.
He joked, "Honey, hold on tight, don't drop it halfway. This is the first time I'm taking you to pay New Year's respects to her, so we have to do it properly and smoothly, lest she start talking about me in her dreams."
Lin Yourong's lips curved into a charming smile.
She gently raised her hand and patted Yu Huan's arm, saying coquettishly, "I know, you're just being cheeky."
She then steadily took the bag with both hands.
The two entered the main room, picked up the helmets from the small square table, and skillfully put them on.
Upon stepping outside, the cold winter wind rushed in, like countless fine needles gently pricking the exposed skin, making one shiver involuntarily.
They quickly walked to the motorcycle.
Yu Huan nimbly straddled the motorcycle, firmly gripping the handlebars with one hand and turning the key with the other.
In an instant, the engine emitted a deep and powerful roar.
After Lin Yourong sat down, Yu Huan turned her head and looked at her tenderly, her eyes full of concern, and said, "We still have to go into the mountains. It's windy, so wrap your scarf tight and don't get cold. If you feel cold, just tell me and we'll find a place to rest for a while."
Lin Yourong nodded slightly and said softly, "Just focus on riding your bike."
"Row."
Yu Huan responded, gently twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle slowly started, heading towards the setting sun.
The clouds on the horizon are like an overturned palette of paints, with fiery red, orange, and golden hues flowing freely, intertwining, and spreading out, adorning the entire sky in a dreamlike and enchanting way.
Yu Huan drove his motorcycle along the main road for ten minutes, then turned left twice before plunging into the mountains.
Before heading into the mountains, there were very few vehicles on the road, but as they gradually approached the cemetery, vehicles began to emerge in a continuous stream, like a surging tide.
All kinds of cars and motorcycles weave through the streets, with the sounds of car engines, motorcycles, and horns rising and falling.
Some vehicles crawled along the road like snails in search of a precious parking space.
Car owners frequently peeked out, their eyes darting anxiously around, not missing a single corner that might have an empty space.
Yu Huan drove his motorcycle like a nimble fish, weaving nimbly through the gaps.
As he turned right onto a side road, he could see the iron gate of the cemetery in the distance, but the sight before him made him frown slightly.
The lanes were completely blocked by vehicles, with hardly a gap to be found.
Some vehicles simply cannot find parking spaces, leaving drivers with no choice but to park directly on the roadside, which undoubtedly exacerbates the congestion.
People got out of the car, carrying offerings, their faces solemn, and walked steadily toward the cemetery.
Because there was a long, gentle slope ahead, Yu Huan had to slow down, grip the handlebars tightly with both hands, and carefully maneuver the motorcycle, struggling to find room to move forward in the congested traffic.
His eyes were focused, watching the movements of the surrounding vehicles intently, constantly aware of changes in road conditions, while jokingly reminding Lin Yourong, "Hold on tight, or your wife will fall off the next time you turn around."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong smiled gently.
She carried a heavy plastic bag in one hand and tightly wrapped her other arm around Yu Huan's waist, leaning slightly forward and scanning her surroundings intently.
As they approached the cemetery entrance, the noise grew increasingly deafening.
Besides the constant honking of car horns, there was also the incessant sound of firecrackers exploding, and the mingling of people talking to each other.
"There were so many people coming to pay respects at the graves on the first day of the Lunar New Year this year, it was difficult to even find parking."
"The weather is nice."
“Yes, with such a beautiful day, everyone wants to get here early to wish their ancestors a Happy New Year.” A middle-aged man chimed in, a wry smile on his face. “Every year we have to get stuck in traffic for an hour or two, we’re used to it.”
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Despite the terrible traffic congestion and frustrating situation, the young couple remained completely unperturbed.
Having finally made it through the traffic, Yu Huan calmly and steadily parked his motorcycle in the gap on one side of the entrance.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the iron gate, giving it a warm orange-gold edge, and people came and went in a constant stream.
Yu Huan stepped off the car first, and after standing still, she reached out to take the plastic bag that Lin Yourong was carrying.
Lin Yourong released her hand and gently moved her slightly sore wrist. After getting out of the car, she looked up at the forest of steles in the cemetery. Inside the cemetery, the continuous explosions of firecrackers filled the air, and white smoke mixed with the smell of gunpowder permeated the atmosphere, enveloping the entire cemetery in a hazy mist, making it seem like a mysterious and solemn world.
After locking the bike, Yu Huan took off his electric bike helmet and casually hung it on the handlebars, but he held Lin Yourong's motorcycle helmet in his hand, thinking that he couldn't let anyone steal it.
After the young couple got ready to leave, Yu Huan turned around and said to her, "Come with me, it's a little distance to Grandma's grave."
"it is good."
Lin Yourong nodded gently and followed his steps, winding her way along the path.
The pines and cypresses along the path grew ever more lush and verdant, swaying gently in the cold wind and making a soft rustling sound.
As the young couple walked, the surrounding noise was gradually left behind, and the deafening sound of firecrackers became much quieter as the distance increased.
Upon arriving here, the pungent smell of gunpowder was gone, replaced by the unique freshness of the mountain forest. It was a scent mixed with earth and pine, gently wafting into the nostrils, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.
Not long after.
Yu Huan stopped in front of a tombstone that was very empty on both sides.
With a smile in his voice, he gestured to Lin Yourong beside him and said, "Wife, we've arrived. This is Grandma's grave."
Lin Yourong also stopped in her tracks and looked in the direction of Yu Huan's gaze upon hearing the sound.
On the tombstone was a black and white photograph, which appeared exceptionally clear in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The elderly man in the photo sits dignifiedly in a grand chair, his black hair neatly combed back, with a few stray strands clinging to his cheeks. His kind eyes and gentle demeanor exude a dignified air, making him seem nothing like an elderly person who has lived in the countryside for a long time.
Yu Huan turned to look at Lin Yourong and said with a smile, "My grandmother was from Yanjing. Back then, she responded to the call to go to the countryside and became an educated youth. She met my grandfather here and then settled down in this land and lived there ever since."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong's eyes flashed with surprise, and she couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Really?"
"Ah."
Yu Huan nodded affirmatively.
He handed the helmet to Lin Yourong, then squatted down and gently placed the plastic bag on the stone altar. He took out a pair of incense sticks and lit them with a lighter.
As he worked, he casually remarked, "Didn't you notice how grand Grandma's grave looks here? There's a large open space around it, unlike when we first entered the cemetery, where the tombstones were densely packed together, one after another."
"I've found it." Lin Yourong nodded slightly, looking around thoughtfully.
Yu Huan carefully placed the incense and candles, and said with a smile, "Back then, our relatives in Yanjing wanted to bring Grandma back to Yanjing for burial. I was still young then, and I only remember that the adults argued so fiercely that they almost came to blows. In the end, they couldn't persuade them otherwise, and they even invited a very dignified old Taoist priest to come and choose this place for Grandma."
As she spoke, Yu Huan took out firecrackers and fireworks, and skillfully spread them out in front of the tomb.
He continued with a slight sigh, "Grandma loves a lively atmosphere. In the past, during the New Year, the whole family would gather together, and the constant laughter and chatter would make her beam with joy. Alas, in a few years, firecrackers will probably be banned in this cemetery, and we'll only be allowed to use electronic incense and candles. Next time I come, I'll definitely set off firecrackers for Grandma for half an hour, so she can have a wonderful time."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes full of amusement, and teased, "Half an hour? You'll have to call a truck to transport the firecrackers, otherwise there won't be enough to set off!"
Yu Huan shrugged noncommittally, slowly bent down, took out six incense sticks, and brought them to the candlelight.
In an instant, a wisp of smoke rose up, as fine as silk, drifting and dissipating in the air.
The stone incense burner was already piled high with countless burnt incense residues.
Yu Huan lit all six incense sticks at once. Then, he carefully placed each stick into a gap in the incense burner, ensuring that it stood upright.
At the same time, Yu Huan said softly in a casual tone, "Grandma, I've brought your granddaughter-in-law to see you. Her name is Lin Yourong. Please bless her and keep her healthy. We don't care about being rich or powerful; we just hope for a peaceful and stable life."
Lin Yourong smiled gently, turned around, and placed the helmet on the grass on the other side of the path.
Then, she took out the thick stack of yellow paper from the plastic bag, deftly picked out a few sheets with her fingers, and slowly brought them close to the candle flame to light them.
He then squatted down and gently placed the lit yellow paper on the ground in front of the offering table.
Yu Huan also squatted down, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Yourong, and took half a stack of yellow paper from her hand.
The young couple slowly and deliberately burned the yellow paper, one sheet after another, without saying a word. Only the distant sound of firecrackers and the burning of the paper could be heard.
As Yu Huan watched Lin Yourong put the last piece of yellow paper into the fire, he immediately picked up an empty plastic bag and spread it out in front of her.
Lin Yourong understood immediately, slightly bent her knees, and knelt down on it.
Yu Huan then slammed his knees into the ground, clasped his hands together, and smiled at the tombstone, saying, "Grandma, I brought your granddaughter-in-law to visit you today. Are you happy? If you need anything over there, just come to me in a dream."
Although Lin Yourong studied Marxism-Leninism and was probably far more materialistic than Yu Huan, she also put her hands together and sincerely said, "Grandma, I hope you are well in heaven."
A cold wind swept by, rustling the branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses.
"Wow!" Yu Huan's tone suddenly turned humorous as he exclaimed, "Grandma must have heard us! Let's quickly kowtow three times to her!"
"Okay," Lin Youren replied, unable to suppress a smile.
The two then bent down, gently touching their foreheads to the ground, and solemnly kowtowed three times.
After kowtowing, the young couple stood up together.
Yu Huan then gestured in the direction they came from and said, "You go first, I'll set off the firecrackers."
Lin Yourong smiled, nodded to Yu Huan, turned around, picked up her motorcycle helmet, and walked lightly along the path.
Yu Huan watched Lin Yourong's retreating figure. After she had walked a distance away, he bent down, skillfully pulled out the fuse of the firework with his fingers, and quickly took out a lighter with his other hand. With a "click," the flame instantly leaped out.
A hissing sound rang out instantly, the fuse was ignited, and sparks spread rapidly.
Yu Huan remained calm and then went to light the firecrackers.
In an instant, a series of crackling sounds suddenly erupted, shattering the silence of the mountain forest.
Immediately following this were the loud "bangs" of fireworks shooting high into the sky.
Yu Huan took off running towards Lin Yourong and quickly caught up with her.
He took her hand, and the two walked side by side.
(End of this chapter)