Chapter 417 All the past is just a prologue
After getting on the plane, He Shu didn't talk to Uncle Niu anymore.
He habitually slept on the plane. When he woke up when the plane was about to land, he found that a thin blanket had appeared on his body.
It was already midnight when He Shu left the airport, and he did not call his godfather to ask him to pick him up.
He said hello to Uncle Niu who came out with him and prepared to hail a car to go back.
Niu Juncai's driver came to pick him up. Seeing that He Shu was going to the taxi area to take a taxi, he forcibly pulled him into his car.
"I'll take you wherever you want to go, don't be polite to me, uncle."
He Shu smiled when he heard this: "Then I'm sorry to take up some of your time. I'll go to the Zhuangyuanfu community in the city."
Uncle Niu asked the driver to drive, and the two sat in the back seat, looking at the Dan River at night and chatting casually.
"You donated five million to a charity?"
He Shu donated in the name of Niu Juncai, so he found out about it very quickly.
"Yeah." He Shu smiled and said, "Uncle, didn't you say that the money was for me? I think it would be more meaningful to use it for charity."
"Haha, yes, it's yours, but you used my name to donate it, so I got the benefit from it. You don't know, a manager of the baby's home contacted me before and wanted to give me a banner."
"It's my duty. Without your generosity, I wouldn't have that much money to donate. I think we should help this charity organization expand its scale so that we can help more children find their families ."
Niu Juncai admires He Shu very much. There are really not many young people like him nowadays.
They soon arrived at Zhuangyuanfu Community. Niu Juncai had to rush to his rural hometown nearby, so he politely declined He Shu's invitation.
He Shu packed his backpack and turned to walk into the community.
I walked to the building where he lived, looked up at the dark windows, and thought that my godfather must be asleep at this time.
But when he opened the door, quietly entered the house, and went to the bedroom, he found that no one was home.
Mingming had called before and his godfather had said that he had been living in the new house, but He Shu turned on all the lights and took a look.
I found that there were no signs of long-term living here at all. Every place was spotlessly clean and the bedding on the bed had been put away in the closet.
He Shu took off his backpack and realized that his godfather had lied to him and was probably still living in the old house.
After looking at the time, He Shu decided to ask again tomorrow. After a quick wash, he fell asleep quickly.
On Qingming Festival, He Shu called Zhao Qishui early in the morning to tell him that he was back.
Zhao Qishui said he would go to the airport to pick him up, but when he heard that he had returned last night, he immediately knew that his son had found out and laughed.
He asked He Shu to wait for him in the new house and soon brought breakfast over.
"Godfather, why are you still lying? Didn't you say you would live here?"
Zhao Qishui bit into a dough stick and said indifferently: "Your place is too clean. I feel stressed when I move in. Do I have to check what's dirty every day?"
He Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You don't need to check or clean up. I'll clean it when I get back from vacation."
"That won't work. I'll just live where I am now. It's comfortable and at ease."
He took another big sip of soy milk, then picked up a tea egg and peeled it: "Look at what you have here, everything is new. I'm afraid that if I smoke a cigarette, the wall will turn yellow."
Zhao Qishui shook his head: "You're not at home anyway, so it's boring for me to be here alone."
He handed the peeled tea egg to He Shu: "Eat it, and leave me alone. After eating, are you going to the cemetery today?"
He Shu took the egg and took a bite. It tasted salty and had the aroma of tea leaves. "Well, I'll go in a minute."
"Do you want your godfather to accompany you?"
"No, I'll drive there myself. I'll take you to the car dealership first and then I'll go."
"Okay, let's eat quickly."
The father and son did not decide whether to continue living in the new house. After finishing breakfast and cleaning up, He Shu also picked up his bag.
"After I go to the cemetery, I will go back to the old house and live with you."
Zhao Qishui opened his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed He Shu's head hard: "You little bastard, live wherever you want."
After sending his godfather back to the car dealership, He Shu drove to the flower shop and bought a bunch of yellow and white chrysanthemums and a kind of small sunflowers.
When we arrived at the cemetery, there were already quite a few people scattered around. Some brought wreaths and burned paper. Only He Shu brought fresh flowers.
He didn't quite believe that the people over there could really use the things that were burned.
If people become ghosts after death, the ghost realm would have been overcrowded since the day the world was created.
If you believe in ghosts and gods, then reincarnation must be true. Once this reasoning is established, burning things becomes somewhat untenable.
In fact, whether it is burning paper money or sending flowers, it is just a kind of spiritual sustenance that the living give themselves.
It just means that I haven't forgotten the loved one or friend who left my life earlier.
After placing the bouquet in front of the tombstone, He Shu took out the prepared handkerchief and wiped it gently as usual.
He heard a middle-aged lady in the lower row talking about family matters to the tombstone, and He Shu also wanted to say something to his mother.
But his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.
All the past is just a prologue...
Sit down against the tombstone and look into the distance. The view here is wide. It is really a good place.
Watching people coming and going.
There were men and women, young and old, and everyone's expression was a little sad.
No matter how long you've been away, as long as someone remembers that you've been there, that's the meaning of life, right?
I don't know how long I sat there. When I felt the sun was almost reaching the top of his head, He Shu stood up, patted his butt, and left the cemetery.
Zhao Qishui was sitting at the door of the car dealership, smoking a cigarette. He saw He Shu's car coming back from a distance and immediately put out his cigarette.
Now he is under the supervision of his godson. Every time he sees him smoking, He Shu nags him for a long time and analyzes the harm of smoking to him.
He does smoke much less than before, but as I said, he is a heavy smoker and it has become a habit that he will remember deeply.
Habit is a terrible thing. Before you know it, you go from being full so that the whole family can eat, to being worried about another person.
"Are you not going home to cook lunch? What do you want to eat? Daddy will take you to a restaurant."
"All is fine." He Shu looked at the car dealership. It was still the same as before, but the small house where Brother Xiao Dong used to live had been demolished and turned into an exhibition area for car accessories.
"Godfather, how is Brother Xiaodong doing recently? Have you contacted him?"
"Yes, he called me yesterday and asked if you would be coming back today."
Zhao Qishui laughed and said, "I heard that he found a date and both families have started discussing marriage. Maybe they can get married this year."
He Shu was also happy for Brother Xiao Dong after hearing this: "Godfather, you must tell me when the date is decided. I want to attend Brother Xiao Dong's wedding."
"Haha, then of course I have to call you. By the way, your aunt Liu's daughter-in-law gave birth to a little girl, and it seems that the full moon banquet will be held at the end of this month."
"At the end of the month, I might not be able to come back then."
"I know, when the time comes, Godfather will give you a gift..."
