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The cell phone in his pocket rang. Tang Tianbao's heart trembled. Did Mo Luo discover that he was going to accompany him to eat?

Tang Tianbao's heart began to stir up. He took out his cell phone and directly pressed the answer button, teasing, ”Aunt, did you finally find a conscience and call me?”

”What?” the man on the other end of the line said in surprise.

”Ah?” Mom? Mom, it's you? I thought it was our colleague. Mom, how are you? I've been too busy to call you, so why aren't you talking? Mom, don't cry! ” During this period of time, Duan Hong had been living in his hometown with great difficulty. As his son, Tang Tianbao never called her to greet her. He only thought of his lonely self, but didn't think of his hometown's lonely mother.

”Little Treasure …” Duan Hong began to sob again as she spoke. She could no longer hold back her sobs.

”Mom, don't be like this. Don't you still have me? ”Don't do that.” Tang Tianbao forced himself not to let the tears in his eyes flow out.

”Little Treasure, are you back?” Duan Hong said while sobbing.

”Mom, I'll go back. When can you tell me? ”When I went back, I wanted to go back and visit you a long time ago.” Tang Tian Bao blamed himself, ”Mom, Little Treasure is unfilial. ”Sorry Mom.”

”Your dad has already been here for seven days, come back and burn a piece of paper for him …” ”Sob, sob …” Duan Hong continued to sob as he spoke.

”Mom, wait for me at home. I'll go to the train station now.”

In Tang Tianbao's hometown there is a feudal superstition saying: The living should do five-seven for the dead.

In Tang Tianbao's hometown, according to tradition, the memorial ceremony after a person's death was very particular. When I first died, I did seven — from the day I died, every seven days, head seven, two seven, three seven, four seven, five seven, six seven, seven. After that would be a hundred days, an anniversary, three years, ten years … The distance between them gradually lengthened, and even the greatest sorrow would gradually fade away. Among these, the first seven and the fifth seven were very important days, especially on the day of the fifth seven. It was said that the deceased would return home on this day, and finally visit their families before going to reincarnation or live in the Yin Division. Why did he choose the thirty-fifth day after death? Tang Tianbao and the others from the countryside had a saying: In the beginning, the spirit soul was muddleheaded and did not leave the body, nor did they realize that it was already dead. After a month, when he recalled it again, all the bones in his body had been released and he could no longer get up, he finally realized that he was really dead. People were always skeptical about whether the dead would return that day. Some said they didn't believe it, but most of them were related to the fact that the priest's wine was too shallow, the steamed bread had fallen to the ground, or a corner of the blanket had been lifted. One place a custom, five 57 words and practices are still common in the home of Tang Tianbao. If the relatives of the deceased did not offer wine or sacrifice or burn paper for the deceased on the day of May 7, they would be blamed by the villagers of the village.

This kind of social atmosphere bound the villagers of these ten miles and eight townships for generations.

After Tang Tianbao returned home, he bought some fruits and fresh milk for Duan Hong. During this period of time, Duan Hong had clearly become much more haggard. His face was charred yellow, without a hint of blood, and his body had also become thinner. He did not comb his hair every day, and his appearance was unkempt.

The moment Tang Tianbao saw Duan Hong, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore. He threw the thing he was carrying down to the ground and extended his arms to tightly embrace Duan Hong as he sobbed. The mother and son duo did not say a single word as they stood at the door and tightly embraced each other. Their hearts surged with surging emotions. Duan Hong's face was tightly hidden behind his messy hair, and his eyes overflowed with tears as he slapped them drop by drop onto Tang Tianbao's body.

After a long time, Duan Hong began to sob. At this moment, Tang Tianbao lightly patted Duan Hong's shoulder and said, ”Mom, don't cry. You should be happy that your son has returned.”

Duan Hong wiped away his tears and said, ”En, don't cry, mom, don't cry. ”Son, come in.”

Tang Tian Bao placed the things on the table. Just as he was about to sit down and rest, his phone rang again. He looked at the caller ID in his hand and saw that it was Mo Luo. He probably didn't have anything important to do, so Tang Tianbao hung up.

Not long after, Mo Luo called again.

”What's wrong?” Tang Tianbao answered the phone.

”Master, why did you hang up on me?” Mo Luo asked.

”I'm out of town, long distance and wandering. What's the matter? ”Tell me quickly.” Tang Tianbao urged. In reality, his heart wasn't aching for the money to travel, it was just that he didn't have the mood or time to talk about his work matters. After all, he hadn't been home for a week, so he wanted to have a good chat with his mother.

”Why do you have no idea about romance?” Mo Luo was blaming Tang Tianbao over the phone.

”What else do you want? I'm hanging up. I have something on my side. ” Tang Tianbao said.

”No, don't. Master, don't hang up yet.” Where did you go? What long distance and wandering, are you lying to me? ” Mo Luo asked.

”Are you going to tell me?” Tang Tianbao didn't have the mood to listen to Mo Luo's teasing. He really wanted to hang up and chat with his mother. After all, staying at home for just a day was enough for him to return to Chaozhou City. When he returns tomorrow, he can talk to Mo Luo for as long as he wants.

”I said, master has good news and bad news …”

Tang Tianbao hastily interrupted Mo Luo's words, saying, ”Who did you learn this from? You're such a b * tch.” ”If you have something to say, go straight to the point.” Tang Tianbao urged once again.