The two brothers could not remember anything else.Their grandparents remember like that.

Song Xian's cry was weak, and the people were still standing, but the center of gravity was on the iron railing.She was tired of crying and stopped talking, and after a while she tapped her head a little.

Liu Zhiguo was relieved, called Song Xian, ready to go back.

Song Xian still has some perseverance, but he is finally calm and can discuss things.

Liu Zhiguo took a few steps and stopped.

Or Guo Yujie went over, helping Song Xian to go back.Song Xian's face is very ugly.Guo Yujie took out a paper towel to wipe her away tears.

We all went back to the car.Liu Zhijun was driving.The car turned around and left the factory.

Sung continued to turn his head and look back.

I noticed that her eyes were moving.The speed of moving is not fast, as if someone is running along this road, Song Xian is looking at each other.

When the car reached the intersection and drove to the boundary of the factory, Song Xian's line of sight was parked at the iron railing.She shed tears again.After a long time, she turned around, took the paper towel handed over by Guo Yujie, and wiped away her tears.

The car drove through the industrial area here, and to the village residential area, there was smoke.

I sent a text message, on the one hand, let Wu Ling check the situation on this side, on the other hand, it is also to tell Wu Ling the original thing.

Wu Ling was surprised and sent back with a few questions.

I glanced at Song Xian’s face and asked, “Grandma Song, are you not a local people’s celebration?”

Song Xian is still in the sadness, absent-minded.

I asked again, and she looked at me and nodded.

“Home is in the south, on the guillotine.”Song Xian responded.

The name made my hair stand up.

“The broken island?”Guo Yujie repeated in surprise, “How can I call this name?”

She is more human and harmless than I am, looking at the silly sweet little girl, when asked questions will not make people worry.

Song Xian's expression was also milder, "It's not the broken head, it's a cliff on the island, one face, straight and so cut down, just like being cut off."Elsewhere in the island, like a fish, the position of the fish head is gone.It’s called the broken island.When I was a child, I also heard my grandparents say that there was a cave under the broken head.When the tide is high, it will be revealed, and it will be seen once in hundreds of years.Inside, you’ll see the gods.The island is a monster, before the trouble, fishermen can not fish, they were all overturned by it.When a god cut off his head, it became an island.The gods live on the island, and the fishermen live on the island.My family has always been a fisherman.The ancestors passed from the shore and fled through the past.There is also a genealogy in the house.The old ancestors who had escaped were former officials, and were eviled and had to beheaded by the emperor, and then they fled, and all the families fled."

Song Xian talked about his childhood, full of memories.

I looked at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun, and the two were surprised, apparently the first time I had heard of such a thing.

“How did you get to celebrate?”Guo Yuji asked curiously.

"It's also a flight..." Song Xian's expression was dark, "Wasn't there a war then?"The ships of the army were on the island.We couldn’t do it, we took a small boat to land overnight.Then there was a runaway everywhere, and I went to the people's celebration.I worked as a textile worker, met Liu Zhongliang, and went into the steel factory...”

Song Xian said this, did not say any more, fell into their own memories.

“Did your parents come with you then?”Guo Yujie asked.

"They were killed then."Song Xian could not cry, but his eyes were red, "One of my uncles helped me and took them to the shore."We were on the shore and burned them.I have been carrying two altars, I have been carrying, fleeing everywhere with... Liu Zhongliang, the old brute, clearly knows...”

The faces of Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun became embarrassed.

Liu Zhiguo called out “Mom.”

“The old bastard can’t say that yet?”The old bastard... you’re going to the old beast!”Song Xian is angry.

It sounds like Liu Zhongliang and Song Xian promised to bury the ashes of their father-in-law's mother-in-law before marriage, but in the end it was a glur.

Song Xian cursed a few words in that dialect.Her swearing is not a familiar number of dialects.It seems to be the broken island itself.

From the intermittent scolding of Song Xian, I also determined my own guess.

Liu Zhongliang did promise Song Xian to properly bury Song Xian's parents.Song Xian's idea was to send the two old people back to their hometown, that is, to the broken island and buried in the Song family's ancestral tomb there.

Song Xian said that their family has a genealogy, and the ancestors are still a big official who has been cut off and questioned by the emperor himself, and the family life can be regarded as outstanding.Proliferating on a semi-closed island, the rules of some families have been preserved, and the family has lived there for generations, and the concept is very traditional.

Liu Zhongliang did not complete his promise.

Sung put his parents’ ashes around him.Even because of Liu Zhongliang's parents' taboo, they had to hide the ashes of the two.

That special cabinet was made by Liu Zhongliang.

Listening to Song Xian's scolding, he can roughly guess the struggle between Song Xian and his in-laws.Liu Zhongliang's father is also a person with a strong traditional concept, Liu Zhongliang's mother is a person who likes to go to his son's house to check his son's home.Song Xian had to hide his parents' ashes in such a swollen, and for decades, he naturally developed resentment.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun awkwardly helped their grandparents and fathers to speak, but no matter how good they were to Song Xian in other ways, their parents could not be buried, and it was always Song Xian's heart thorn.

“You have to do this, say it early.Grandparents have been gone for so long...” Liu Zhiguo listened too much and said impatiently.

What he said was actually right.

Song Xian should be careful, there is always a way to return his parents to their hometown and be buried, rather than waiting for Liu Zhongliang to help.

“You said earlier, we can find that island.”You are now...” Liu Zhiguo said half of it, and shut up.

The ashes of the two old people should be sent to the tomb of the Song family on the island of the broken head, but now Song Xian is to send the ashes to the factory of the family, and also to return the ashes to their deceased parents.

I can feel Liu Zhiguo's mood, in the network language, it is really beeping the dog.

Finding an island is probably not so difficult, it may be a matter of buying a ticket.

The sea burial is also more reassuring than Song Xian's current wish.

Song Xian did not seem to understand Liu Zhiguo's thoughts.

She was immersed in her own sadness and anger, and also a little joy.

She urged Liu Zhijun to drive quickly and go to the six villages of workers and peasants to pick up the ashes.

“Grandma Song, why do you say that this is a cemetery?”Guo Yujie asked.

This is what I want to ask, and it is also the question that Wu Ling reminded me to ask.

Liu Zhiguo obviously did not want to talk about this again, interrupted.

Song Xian has already said the answer, "That's what my mother and father said."

I looked at Guo Yujie.

Liu Zhiguo's face is blue, and Liu Zhijun's face is not good-looking.

“It used to be a cemetery.Maybe the old lady listened to someone.She's always with the old men in the community."Liu Zhiguo said.

Song Xian did not say a word.

I see Song Xian's expression, this is not the same thing, Song Xian also does not want to continue to answer.

Guo Yujie later asked what, Song Xian did not be very hot, not as well as just now, emotional exposure.

When the car returned to the six villages of workers and peasants, Liu Zhijun and Liu Zhiguo put me and Guo Yujie down the car and persuaded the old lady to go home.

“Lunch is not good.”Liu Zhiguo said.

We couldn’t find a house on the way to eat a bowl of noodles.

“Mom, it’s too late now.Now I’ll drive one back and don’t eat dinner.Until Saturday.I'll be with you on Saturday, and I'll carry the ashes."Liu Zhijun advised.