Chapter 372

When Ling was still working in the restaurant, he said to Zhuo qianyun, the owner's wife, "sister Zhuo, can I have a half day leave in the afternoon tomorrow? I'm going to a grave for my mother. "

Although tomorrow's Qingming Festival is a national legal holiday, but for catering, the more holidays, the busier it is. Naturally, holidays usually do not have holidays.

Zhuo qianyun seems to have some accidents. Unexpectedly, Ling's mother has passed away, so he says, "OK, no problem. If you go to the grave in the afternoon, then you can ask the kitchen to prepare some dishes for you to take to the grave."

"No, thank you. I'll prepare myself." She said that she still wanted to cook some dishes for her mother.

When her mother was alive, she was too young. Now when she grows up, she can cook. She should always let her mother have a look.

"Then I'll go back first." Ling still said.

"Good." Zhuo qianyun wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything at last.

Since she still said that she was not familiar with Gu lichen, she didn't have to involve her in it. Gu lichen, she will go there by herself.

Ling still came out of the restaurant and didn't go back to yizhai immediately. Instead, he went to the supermarket first, bought some fish and vegetables, and then rode a small electric donkey to a small shop that specializes in selling grave articles.

"Grandma fan, the third kind of xiangzhuyuanbao." Ling still said to a wife in her 80s sitting in the shop. Before going to the grave every year, she would come to this shop to buy these three things. In addition to the three years in prison...

"it's still the same. She will go to the grave tomorrow." Fan mother-in-law grinned at Ling even though she had few teeth.

"Yes." Ling still should.

"And make your mother a lot of delicious food." Fan said, wrapping up what Ling still wanted and handing it to her. "You haven't come here to buy it in two or three years. I wonder if you will come this year."

"Before... Er, some things were delayed, so I didn't come here to buy them." Ling still said, and took over what grandma fan had handed over.

"It's been years since your mother died. She has such a filial child." Fan said.

Filial piety? Ling is still mocking herself in her heart. Unfortunately, she can't even keep the album her mother left.

And now... Even if she wants to be filial to her mother, she doesn't have that chance. All she can do is to sweep her mother's grave.

After saying goodbye to grandma fan, Ling still rode the battery car back to yizhai. But when she went into the main room and went through the living room to go to the kitchen, she put the fish and vegetables in the refrigerator for a while, and a voice suddenly rang out, "Why are you back so late today?"

"Ah!" Ling still gave a low shout, and the incense and vegetable in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Then the light in the living room came on, and she saw that he was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"How do you turn off the light in the living room?" She was surprised.

"Wait for you." He got up and went to her. "What about you? I haven't answered my question yet. "

She sipped her red lips and said, "just now that the restaurant is off work, I went to buy some dishes and candle Yuanbao, and I will go to my mother's grave tomorrow."

"Go to the grave..." he glanced at a bag of Yuanbao candles and incense in her hand. "Also, tomorrow is Qingming Festival, it's time to go to the grave, but I can't accompany you tomorrow."

Ling was still in a daze. Although she didn't want him to accompany her to go to the grave, he said this... She immediately thought of his father's death. Tomorrow's Qingming Festival, he should go to his father's grave.

They are a grave for their mother and a grave for their father. Sometimes they think it's really similar.