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Volume 4: Flash Hunting Skin and Bones Chapter 1357: Who should burn incense on the tombs of ancestors?

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    ps: Can our ancestors be forgotten?  No!  Otherwise, the doomsday will come for people on earth.

    Early the next morning, Xiu Guomei asked Sister Rao Chengshu to apply for leave to the president on her behalf, saying that she was not in good health and that there might be a serious problem with her genes. She would go to Qianjing for a few days and ask senior experts to take a look.

    After applying for leave, Xiu Guomei immediately disguised herself as an old woman picking up rags, put on a tattered royal beggar's costume, found a bicycle from the garbage pile, and rode on it. First, she searched here and there to pick up rags.  After a roundabout way, she arrived at the free market of Wanxing Residential Community. She squinted her eyes and looked at the crowds of people. She then scanned the men, women and children in front of the mutton kebab oven, trying to spot her brother.  Xiu Guolong.  Xiu Guolong especially likes to eat mutton skewers and large plates of chicken from Shenchang City. Every weekend, he will take his sister, who is considered a flower in Shenchang, to this free market that is close to their home and has the most delicious mutton skewers.  If only he were here today!  She muttered silently in her heart.

    However, Xiu Guomei was disappointed.  Most of the men eating mutton skewers cast various glances at her beautiful oval face, then looked at her and made various sighs.  However, these looks and sighs were not what she desired and liked.

    Where to find it?  She pushed her bicycle along the sidewalk in confusion, and inadvertently came to a shroud shop.

    ah!  Her sensitive genes were suddenly affected - a shroud?  cemetery?  cemetery!  shroud!  I¡­¡­

    She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then bit her lip suddenly, raised her legs and got on the bicycle, pedaling hard towards the east of the city.

    She was riding too fast.  sweating a lot.  It took about four hours, I passed through Dongguan and walked out of the suburbs.  After climbing up the hill and riding to a depression, she threw the broken bicycle onto the ridge.

    In front of you is a cemetery, with tombs high and low, large and small, and colorful.  They are scattered in scattered directions on hundreds of acres of mixed sand and gravel land.  The parents of Xiu Guomei and Xiu Guolong rest here.

    She first looked left and right, then looked deep into the cemetery.  Not even a single living person was seen.  Xiu Guomei, you are being sentimental again.  Do you think that your dear brother is a filial son and a virtuous grandson? No matter where he goes, he must come to say goodbye to the loving mother and strict father who raised him before leaving?  wrong!  How wrong.  The primary stage of genetic man.  Don¡¯t talk about filial sons and virtuous grandchildren!  This is what my brother has said many times.  Sister, you have forgotten your story.  Brother him.  Maybe he has really forgotten his mother, who gave birth to him and raised him.

    As the saying goes, you only have to worry about nourishment, not growth.  actually not.  Pregnancy lasts ten months and gives birth once.  But it took more than ten years of hard work to go from being hungry for food to being able to support oneself.  The hard work and sweat that Chang Bisheng has put in is countless times greater.  For ordinary families, a strict father and a loving mother work hard for both children and daughters.  But the god of fate is very cruel to the Xiu family brothers and sisters.  When my brother was ten and my sister was six, cancer took away my father's life in his early forties.  ten years ago.  That is to say, when Ah Chao Ana had just arrived at Moon Village, the brother and sister's loving mother died tragically under the wheels of a Biao Feng luxury car.

    The father has always maintained a stern face towards his children.  The same goes for himself. He died as soon as he died. He was unwilling to leave any will, let alone ask his wife and children to genetically recreate him in the future. He stubbornly believed that the genetic human formula would be successful. However, few traditional people were willing to do so.  Accept the recipe.

    Mother is compassionate and compassionate to herself.  She often admires herself and realizes that her husband's early death has taken away her youth and beauty. The burden of raising children has made her hair gray at an early age. She is a thirty-year-old young woman with a seventy-year-old heart.

    Just be old!  What's so great about it?  Isn¡¯t it that Huayu Meizhichao has been researching the genetic human formula for decades?  The day he succeeds, he will be dead whether he is old or ugly.  The key is to be kind to yourself. Only when you are kind to yourself can you be kind to your children.  A loving mother must make decisions for her children and herself.

    So, she worked hard and became more diligent and frugal, winning unanimous praise from everyone in Shenchang City. From the government to the factory to the streets and neighbors, Shenchang City generously helped her, allowing her to overcome all difficulties and gradually bring up a pair of beautiful children.  , handsome, read and literate.

    The light is so fast.  In the blink of an eye, my son turns eighteen and is going to college.  She was always prepared and prayed every day.

    That day was a day filled with colorful clouds.  On her way back from borrowing money, she met a fortune teller who stopped her and told her that she was going to be a fortune teller, and a fortune teller would soon come to her and asked her to let him take a good look at the fortune teller.

    She smiled calmly and said that she was getting old. She didn¡¯t want to live a long life, or be rich, let alone be famous forever. She just wanted her children to have a good life and a good future, so she asked her husband to give her son some advice.

    The fortune teller immediately started talking nonsense and boasting.  She didn't say that her son's fortune would be good and that he would be rich and prosperous, but she was alarmist and said that her son would have a car accident within a month.  Ask her to spend a lot of money, byHe came to recite a spell for her son to ward off disasters

    She didn¡¯t finish listening, she became furious and cursed: ¡°You just got into a car accident. You will fall under the wheels of the car tomorrow. No! You will be crushed by the car when you turn around.¡±

    The fortune teller was quite astute, and he was not the kind of person who just picks money out of people's pockets. He said, "Believe it or not," and turned around and ran away.

    Maybe it¡¯s the result of genetic damage.  The loving mother became in a trance from then on.  Burning incense and making wishes every day, praying silently, God bless, Bodhisattva bless, gods bless, so that her son will have good luck, go to college, go to the best university in the world, study abroad, get a doctorate, become a scientist, like Ah Chao  Scientist, come back to life and give people on earth nine lives

    In this way, she tortured herself for a long time without seeking medical advice. Finally, the gene mutated.  She became obsessed and became three-dimensionally blind, and she was still at a loss.

    That day, when she was returning from sending her son Xiu Guolong to the examination room, she saw a large truck approaching at high speed. She became insane and jumped forward to stop the truck from running over her son.  Due to her sudden appearance, the driver was too late to brake suddenly.

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    Xiu Guomei stood in front of the tomb where her parents were buried together. Scenes of painful past events appeared in front of her eyes. Her heart felt painful for a while. With a "pop", she knelt down on the ground, hugging the grave and burst into tears.

    The sun¡¯s face blurred, as if shedding tears of emotion and sympathy, and quietly fell towards the Western Mountain, spreading a ray of pity and regret to the cemetery, and also to Xiu Guomei¡¯s body.

    The evening breeze blew up and whistled, like a filial daughter sobbing with her.

    The darkness began to run rampant, wiping a pair of black hands everywhere. The sunlight wiped out disappeared, the night wind screamed in pain, and the earth fell into the black veil.

    The large tomb in front of me was blurred, as if it had turned into a huge black veil.

    The remaining heat on the tombstone has faded away, the entire cemetery has cooled down, and the cemetery in my heart has also become cold.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Xiu Guolong!  My dear brother.  This is the last time my sister calls you.  You are a traditional person.  You often boast that you are a filial son.  Why don't you come to your parents' grave to burn the last incense?  Kowtow for the last time?

    Another gust of night wind blew.  The beautiful and filial daughter who lay in mourning at the monument could not help but tremble all over.  (To be continued)
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