"Brother, do you remember what our mother looks like?"

"I don't remember."

"Actually, I don't remember it a little. The conditions were not good at that time and the situation was chaotic. When she left, she couldn't even leave a photo. I only remember that our mother was very good at needlework, and she always smiled and was very gentle when she was doing things." Du Chunhua silently remembered for a moment, and changed her mood and said, "When you were born, our mother was in poor health and had no milk. I carried you everywhere and looked for people to feed you... After our mother left, I would cook rice paste every day to feed you..."

Du Qiu's grandmother passed away in the spring of 1975. Du Qiushi was less than 2 years old at that time, and his grandfather was criticized and often was not at home. He was not killed by the care of 10-year-old Du Chunhua. The true feelings she said were revealed, and Du Qiu also heard the true feelings, because these experiences were not the mutual care between siblings, but more like the selfless love between mother and son, and he could empathize with them.

"Brother, don't just sit here and have nothing to do. Go and buy a box of matches and light it when you deliver the lights to our mother at night. Don't lend it to others, and don't lend it to others."

"good."

Grandma was buried on a hillside not far from the ancestral house. When Du Qiu lighted the lamp at night, Du Cunzhi kept muttering to himself, saying a lot of things that could not be heard clearly. After all the lamps were lit, he asked Du Qiu to kneel down and kowtow, and squatted in front of the tombstone to burn yellow paper. At the same time, he said as if he was talking about family matters: "Xiaoyun, my son is back, I am very happy, you should be very happy, now that he has grown up and his wings are hard, I can't look at him every day. You must bless him well in the future, so that he can live a safe and stable life for a hundred years."

The voice was a little low, full of vicissitudes and gratitude. Du Qiu was sad and moved by it. He respectfully knelt down and kowtowed a few times, begging my grandmother to know and forgive her boldness and arrogance. At the same time, he also hoped that my grandmother could bless her grandfather to avoid illness and enjoy her old age.

Lin Dawei and Du Chunhua and Lin Jinyan also kowtowed. After the yellow paper was burned, the whole family walked back silently. When they reached the door of the yard, Du Cunzhi suddenly stopped and ordered: "Chunhua, Jinyan has been very familiar with the boy from the Dashan family these days. Please send him there to play for a while, and then come back soon. I have something to ask you."

Du Qiu was a little surprised and exchanged glances with his parents, then said with a thorn in the air: "I'll send Jinyan over to play."

"Let your sister give it to you."

Seeing this, my grandfather seemed to hear some news and planned to divide it and conquer it, and conduct quarantine and review...

It is very cold in the northeast. The conversations and chats are usually carried out on the kang in the wing room. However, Du Cunzhi walked into the main hall with air conditioning, turned on the fluorescent light, and sat on the wooden chair next to the Eight Immortals table with his sleeves. Seeing that the momentum was a little bad, Lin Dawei and Du Qiu stood in the middle of the main hall with their hands hanging down, not daring to sit.

"Dawei, is Chunhua going to divorce you?"

Lin Dawei mustered up the courage for more than half a month and disappeared in an instant. He smiled with no moral integrity and said, "Dad, who can tell who is gossiping around? It's not like this. Chunhua and me are all right..."

"Don't be perfunctory with me, tell the truth."

Du Qiu sneaked into the eye and saw Du Cunzhi with a stern face as always, but he didn't seem to be angry or angry, and his tone of speaking was calm, so he said, "This matter..."

"I'm asking Dawei, don't talk too much."

Du Qiu had no choice but to keep silent and silently provided spiritual support to his father with the wild power deep in his heart. Lin Dawei's face turned pale. After hesitating for a while, he mustered up his courage again. He lowered his head like a student who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher, and whispered: "Dad, Chunhua and I have the idea of ​​divorce."

"Is Chunhua going to leave, or are you going to leave?"

"We both want to leave."

Du Cunzhi nodded, neither getting angry nor reprimanded, and sat in a silent chair, like a marble statue, hard and cold. He didn't know what he was thinking. The main hall was quiet, and there was no sound except for the scattered sound of firecrackers in the distance. Du Qiu was a little afraid to breathe, for fear that the sound of breathing would be too loud and would cause grandpa's thunderous anger.

After about two or three minutes, Du Chunhua came back. Seeing this, he was frightened. He walked over the threshold lightly and stood beside Lin Dawei, not daring to show off.

"Chunhua, is Dawei going to divorce you?"

After all, they are biological father and daughter. Du Chunhua is much more courageous than Lin Dawei. He didn't hesitate or ambiguity and said directly: "We both want to divorce."

"You are divorced, what should I do?"

"I will take Dawei with me to provide alimony every month and come with him whenever I have time."

Du Cunzhi nodded again, then remained silent again. Fortunately, he was silent for a while and then turned his eyes to Du Qiu and asked, "What do you think?"

Can I actually say something?

Du Qiu was a little surprised, but he did not dare to neglect it. He said carefully: "My sister and her brother-in-law divorce will be good for both parties."

“How to say it?”

"Is it okay to be a good person?" After Du Qiu said that, he felt that this reason was too wide, so he added: "Now Jinyan is young and only knows how to play. My sister and brother-in-law can still make do with it. When he goes to school in the future, there is too much difference on education, and there will definitely be a conflict."

This is a fact that Du Qiu experienced personally. In the time and space before traveling through time, even if he divorced and formed a new family, his father and mother often quarreled over his educational issues, and sometimes even ignored the mercy and quarreled in public. If he had not divorced, the quarrel would definitely be even more fierce. In the end of the quarrel, Du Qiu was most unlucky and had to learn a lot more than his peers. Most of them were not interested in learning, and he didn't care about learning, and he forgot about it after learning, which wasted not only his parents' money and his own time.

"Dad, Dawei and I are together for a long time. It is not a completely broken-off relationship. In the future, he will come to see his son when he wants to see him, and come to accompany him when he wants to. Now Jinyan is still young, and divorce has almost no effect on him." Du Chunhua knows his father better than the other two. Seeing that although he is still stern, his eyes are not cold, he struck while the iron is hot and said: "Dad, Dawei and I are really not compatible. Even if we don't divorce now, we will still be divorced after a hundred years. By then, Dawei and I are old, and Jinyan will become an adult. Not only are we sad, but he is even sad."

My mother is very good at using words. The word "sad" is a pun, which refers to both emotional injuries and difficult life. Du Cunzhi's expression was obviously loosened and he remained silent. This time, the silence was very long. Du Qiu thought that time had stopped. It was not until a ball of fireworks suddenly rose in the night sky outside that he seemed to be suddenly awakened and said, "After Xiaoqiu disappeared, I often couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned to think about where he went, what difficulties he encountered, what suffering he suffered, what crimes he suffered..."

He didn't want to say it halfway through the words, and sighed a long sigh, stood up from the wooden chair, walked to the large frame with many photos by the wall, looked at a black and white photo of Du Qiushi, and said, "After Xiaoqiu came back that day, I saw that he was tall and clean, and had never suffered at all. He also learned a lot of skills, which was better than staying at home since he was a child. Then I realized that my previous thoughts were about asking for trouble and asking for trouble."

Du Chunhua understood it. Although there was no joy on his face, his body was obviously relaxed and his whole body became alive. However, Lin Dawei didn't understand it. He persuaded in a daze: "Dad, Aqiu is back now, so don't think too much about the past."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I am old and you have grown up. I will not ask more about your own affairs. As long as you live a good life." Du Cunzhi raised his right hand, wiped the glass on the frame with his sleeve, then turned around, and his tone became stern again, and said, "You two can get divorced, but you must cultivate Jinyan well. He is very smart and a good seedling for studying."

"Dad, don't worry, Dawei and I will teach you carefully."

"That's it." Du Cunzhi sat down on the chair again and ordered: "Xiaoqiu, go to Dashan's house to watch. Their wife loves to protect her and her son is very strong. Don't let Jinyan be bullied."

This is the solution? Grandpa looks scary, but it is not old-fashioned at all...

The fuse of divorce is me, and the fuse of unraveling is also me. Is my mission to travel through time to make my parents divorce successfully?

Du Qiu left the house with a false alarm and ambiguous mood. He went to his neighbor's house to find Lin Jinyan, set off a few fireworks with him, and played games for a while. After about 9 o'clock, he felt that the private conversation between his grandfather and his parents was almost over, so he took his childhood self home.

It felt very accurate. It was about 100 meters away from the neighbor's house to the small yard. Du Qiu took Lin Jinyan's hand and walked for more than 40 meters, and then he met Lin Dawei who was holding a flashlight to pick them up.

"Brother-in-law, what do we say about my afternoon idea?"

"Our father would not allow his surname to change. He said that his feelings are in his heart, not his surname, and he would not be respectful. From now on, I call his father, and he should also call him uncle." Lin Dawei's voice was even more low and hoarse than in the afternoon. Obviously, he had just cried, so he handed the flashlight to Du Qiu, picked up Lin Jinyan, hugged him tightly, and asked loudly: "Son, who are you sleeping with tonight?"

"I want to sleep with my grandfather. My grandfather will tell stories about the war between the generals in ancient times, which is so nice."

"Okay! Sleep with grandpa tonight."

On February 15, on the 16th day of the first lunar month, Lin Dawei drove Santana, carrying a lot of local specialties and a relaxed family, returned the car in Chuncheng, boarded the train, and after more than 30 hours of suffering, he arrived in Yuncheng at 5 a.m. on February 17. When he walked back into the house in Jingui Garden, the three adults breathed a sigh of relief. As the breath dissipated, the fatigue that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was also vomited out.

My identity was settled, my parents' marriage ended, and the vague past and entangled feelings had disappeared...
Chapter completed!