Chapter 92： The person in the photo is not me (1/2)

In fact, the dialects of the young people have evolved and are not as authentic as the old people, and many words have been replaced by Mandarin.

In this way, we got to the place while talking.

It is a mourning hall built with a shed.

There is a coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and a black and white photo is hung in front of the coffin.

On both sides of the coffin sat my uncle, uncle and aunt and relatives.

Among them, there are cousins ​​and cousins, and cousins.

Everyone wears hemp and filial piety.

Seeing me coming, my mother gave me a set of white filial attire, pointed to the mourning hall and said to me: ”Knock your head with your grandma.”

I put on my filial attire, then walked to the futon in front, knelt down, and according to the rules, I knocked three heads.

I heard some sadness and joy, and the sad cry of my uncle and aunt.

Infected by the atmosphere, looking at the photos hanging on the mourning hall, I can't help but think of the meeting four years ago.

The eye circles were red in an instant.

I said silently in my heart: ”May you be well in the future.”

After I knocked my head, my aunt waved to me: ”Come and sit down.”

I had to sit down and she told me: ”You haven't come back all these years, your grandmother! I loved you the most before. The night before I left, she said, I want to see you!”

When I heard this, I felt even more guilty.

If I came that day, I could fulfill the old man's wish anyway.

”Grandma has been holding your picture for a long time!”

”What picture?”

”Pictures of your childhood.”

Speaking of this, my cousin said to me: ”Come here and I will show you.”

My cousin and I are not very familiar with them.

When I met them, I was also a teenager.

After that, there was very little contact.

However, the blood relationship is much better than strangers.

I followed my cousin to the place where my grandma lived.

”You loved me the most when you were young. After school when you were young, I took you to play.”

”Later you went to the city and haven't come back for several years.”

This cousin is only one year older than me. I really didn't expect that the relationship between me and her was so good.

”But you have changed a lot for the big eighteen girl, but when you were young, you had single eyelids, and there were many people who grew up with double eyelids. You might just have opened them.”

With that said, my cousin handed me a photo.

I held it in my hand and looked at the picture. There was an old man in the middle and two girls on either side.

”This is me, that is you.”

She pointed to the little girl above and said.

”It's not me.” I looked at the person in the picture with surprise.

”How could it not be you? I remember it clearly when I took the photo.”

I looked at the cousin next to me. The other little girl didn't change much between her eyebrows and her eyebrows. She had big eyes and willow eyebrows. She looked pretty when she was a child.

The other one is very delicate, with single eyelids, small nose, small mouth, and small face.

It doesn't look like me at all!

”I know you had a fever when you were a child and you have no memory, but I didn't expect you to even recognize yourself.”

”This is a photo of how old I am.”