Chapter 6878: A sense of ritual
At the New Year's Eve dinner, maybe on a whim, I would touch the wine cup with my wife and say a few heart-warming words.
"My dear, you have worked hard to take care of this family this year!"
When the women heard this sentence, they would feel a little uncomfortable on their faces and responded vaguely. , I felt warm in my heart when I turned my head to sip the wine.
No matter how strict the parents-in-law are, they will shut up and stop blaming their daughter-in-law tonight.
So tonight, in addition to the smell of the New Year floating in the air, there is also something that is invisible and intangible but really exists. What should I call it?
Let’s call it ‘ritual sense’ for now!
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Not only must we burn incense for the ancestors of the Luo family, but we must also worship Muzichuan's parents.
The New Year gifts and letters brought back by Muzichuan were entrusted to Daan together with the luggage.
Even if he didn't write to her with this request, she would not forget to pay homage to her godfather and godmother.
Not only during this New Year's Day, but also during the Qingming Festival and the Ghost Festival, Yang Ruoqing never fell behind once.
At this moment, squatting in front of her godmother's grave, Yang Ruoqing placed the offerings one by one and murmured to herself.
Baobao Luo stood on the edge with a solemn look on his face.
Although she couldn't hear clearly what her mother was saying, she could probably guess that her mother must be talking to Gangapo about the uncle of the Mu family.
Nine times out of ten, they are reporting good news but not bad news, saying that Uncle Mu's family is good at everything, and don't worry about asking Ganga Po to stay...
Baobao Luo raised his head and looked to the north, but, Uncle Mu's family is really Is everything okay?
Sometimes I overheard Ga Po and Wu Ga Po chatting. When they talked about Uncle Mu's family, everyone lamented his stubbornness and felt sorry that he was still alone in his thirties...
< br>What Mom said to Ganga Po should be regarded as a white lie, right?
"Okay, baby, come here and kowtow to your grandma."
After Yang Ruoqing muttered for a while, she turned to greet Luo Baobao.
“Hey, here we come.”
Baby Luo came to the grave, knelt obediently on the straw pile, leaned down and kowtowed three times to Zichuan Niang devoutly before getting up.
Yang Ruoqing felt a sense of emotion in her heart when she looked at Baobao Luo's decent appearance.
As long as you live your life, if you make one wrong move, the outcome may be very different.
If Mu Zichuan and Fat Ya had gotten married back then, the girl kneeling in front of the grave now would be the truly blood-related granddaughter of the Mu family.
You cannot go retrograde in life.
Even if she goes retrograde, I believe she will still be with Luo Fengtang in various ways, because this is fate.
She is also happy with this fateful arrangement.
After worshiping several places where incense should be burned, the snowflakes in the sky became bigger and bigger, and it was time to return to the village.
On the way, I met Lao Yang's family, which was a huge group.
“Hey, it’s snowing and you guys are out too?”
Yang Ruoqing saw at a glance that there were several little figures among the old and young men of the old Yang family, and it was not Hong’er. How many are Feng'er Tiedan?
Zhen'er and the third son of Yang Yongjin's family are too young, only over two years old. According to the saying in this area, they cannot be brought to these places until they are six years old.
Yang Huaming smiled and joked: "They just like novelty. Not to mention it's snowing, they have to hold a knife against a chopping board!"
Yang Ruoqing also laughed, but wasn't that right? Several boys didn't even wear hats, they just walked around in the woods with their heads bare, they were so fierce!
Compared with Xia Feng'er, he is more gentle. After all, he is Da'an's son, and his actions and actions will definitely have some traces of Da'an under his influence.
But no matter how much we are influenced by our ears and eyes, we can’t cover up the playful nature of children. No, they are also chasing after Tiedan and Honger, and the snowflakes in the sky seem to be filled with children’s laughter. Infected, the pain becomes more rapid.
"We can't stay here any longer, we have to get down the mountain quickly."
Yang Huazhong greeted, and everyone hurriedly picked up the pace. Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi also scolded their sons, telling them to walk well.
Yang Ruoqing took off the bamboo hat on her head and put it on Feng'er's head.
"Auntie, I'm not afraid of the cold..."
"It's not about whether it's cold or not, it's about the fact that snowflakes falling into your hair will breed lice. You don't want to drop lice on the table while writing. Right? "
Feng'er was frightened all of a sudden and he wore it obediently.
Seeing this, Da'an said: "Sister, you gave him the bamboo hat, what will you do yourself?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled, lifted the hat of her cloak and covered her head: "Here, the latter is here."
Daan nodded and smiled. The snowflakes were not so heavy when they went out earlier, so they went up the mountain without taking precautions.
Fortunately my sister is resourceful.
As for himself, he is not afraid. As a man, he will be fine if he is showered with snowflakes.
"Why don't you see Xiao An? Haven't you come back yet?" Yang Ruoqing looked around, and there was still no sign of Xiao An among the old and young men.
"We haven't gotten home yet. When we were having dinner in the morning, my mother put down her chopsticks before taking a few bites..."
Daan whispered as the two siblings walked side by side down the mountain.
Yang Ruoqing also frowned slightly.
“That shouldn’t be the case. When he went to Qing’an County, he promised that he would come back to spend the New Year with his parents. Even if he really wanted to break his promise, he would have to fly a homing pigeon back to say so.”
"Could it be that the homing pigeon was shot down and roasted while flying?"
Yang Ruoqing felt that this guess of hers was very possible.
Daan is also full of questions and can’t figure out why Xiaoan hasn’t come back yet.
"Wait a little longer, there are still a few hours until the New Year's Eve dinner, maybe... maybe we have already arrived in Wanghai County..."
The siblings could only guess this way, Yang Ruoqing planned to go to her parents' house to see Mrs. Sun after returning to the village later.
I would like to enlighten her a few words by the way, well... even if Xiao An really can't come back for the New Year's Eve dinner, it doesn't matter. It's the same reunion when he comes back in the first month!
If Sun still couldn't accept it, Yang Ruoqing used her own situation as an analogy.
Her husband and two sons can’t come back for the New Year, so what else should she do if she doesn’t have to hold on?
In comparison, Mrs. Sun is already happy enough. Her son, daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter are all around her, as well as her daughter and granddaughter. By the way, her husband Yang Huazhong is also by her side. The circle has been reunited to 100%. You're ninety, and you're only missing a small arc, so what's there to be depressed about?
She, Yang Ruoqing, is missing by more than half!
So happiness comes from comparison.
Halfway up the mountain, I met many other people from the village who came up the mountain to burn incense. We all walked together and started to wish each other good luck halfway.
When we arrived at the bridge at the foot of the mountain, we met another group of people going up the mountain to burn incense.
They are the Jiawang brothers, plus several sons from each family.
Seeing that Yang Huazhong and the others were once cousins, and on a special day like the Chinese New Year, Jiawang's two brothers still stopped to chat with Yang Huazhong and the others.
Jiawang was also embarrassed not to speak. If he didn't speak, he would appear to be extra stingy. It's just a matter of women arguing, right?
So Jiawang pretended that nothing happened and greeted Yang Huazhong and the others.
The elders talk together, and the younger generations naturally greet each other politely.
At this time, Laixi hid behind his third brother and did not show his face.
But his eyes furtively glanced at Yang Yongjin, and a small drum was beating in his heart.
(End of this chapter)