He saw the tree that his mother often lifted on the tall mountain in Xiaoshui Village.
High, thick, lush branches and leaves.
Shen Zai walked under the tree with the ashes in his arms. The wind was clear and the lush branches were rustling by the wind. Through time and space, he seemed to see his mother hiding on the branches.
A small one.
Hidden in the shadow of the tree, her deer-like eyes looked round and looked away, for fear that someone would find her hiding place.
You can see it very high from here, and you can see it clearly from a distance.
The wind blows over and it will be very comfortable.
Shen Zai finally knew why his mother liked to stay here. She was really comfortable and peaceful.
There are also old people in the village here, basking in the sun lazily.
After finishing the farm work, I stay here.
It’s rare to see such a handsome young man, “This place is comfortable.”
“I used to have a swing here, but I don’t know who demolished it.”
“You all can’t see the appearance of our village in the past, and it’s so beautiful that I really have nothing to say.”
“What a pity, even the farmland is much less.”
“Only this fast land, the Feng Shui gentleman who used to be blind said that this is the treasure land of our village, but this land belongs to the old Song family, and they are reluctant to sell it, and they won’t let others bury it.”
“Otherwise, we all want to bury it here after we die, and we can go to a good family in the future, so as not to suffer here for the rest of our lives.”
Shen Zaijing listened, holding the urn in his arms.
He nodded: “Well, it’s a good place for Feng Shui.”
The old man was energetic: “Why do you think about Feng Shui, you can also read Feng Shui?”
Shen Zai shook his head: “I don’t know.”
But the place my mother likes is always bad.
The old man looked at the thing in his arms: “What is this?”
Shen Zai didn’t answer.
He did not go back to the Song family, nor did he ask about their consent, and he planned to bury his mother here.
He came to take her home.
When the sun sets, the old people on the hillside gradually dispersed.
Only Shen Zai was left here. He buried his mother’s ashes under the tree. His hands were covered in loess and muddy.