"And tell me this, when you came back to worship your aunt, I didn't go up with you. Wu Wenrou also found a pair of galoshes with ease, she sat on the steps in front of the door and took off her shoes, put on galoshes and said: "Don't forget, this pair of galoshes was bought last time when I came back with you, and it's okay to wear them on this muddy mountain road." ”

"I'll go up with you, give me the knife, and I'll make the way for you." Ye Huang took the firewood knife in Xia Lin's hand into his hand.

"I'm sorry, I won't go up......" Jiang Han said with a somewhat strange expression: "I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable." ”

Ye Huang looked at Jiang Han, a trace of concern flashed in her eyes, and she wondered if the food she ate at noon was not spit out, or it affected her body, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, just rest for a while. Jiang Han said.

"If you're not feeling well, there are also hospitals in the town, do you want to go to the hospital first?" Xia Lin is the master of the Xia family, and after coming here, she regarded the others as guests, and her hostility towards Jiang Han was slightly reduced.

"No need, ** sick, you go and worship Aunt Xia. Jiang Han said.

Xia Lin thought for a while, pushed open a door, this room is the guest room of the Xia family, and it is also the place where Uncle Zhang sits and reads the newspaper on weekdays, there is an air conditioner and a heater in it, Xia Lin said: "You go into the house to rest, if you still feel uncomfortable after we come down, we will go to the hospital first." ”

Jiang Han glanced at Xia Lin with a complicated expression, said thank you, and walked into the guest room.

The three of them glanced at each other and walked up the mountain together, no one expected that Jiang Han's body would suddenly appear in a situation, only Ye Huang had some eyebrows in his heart about this situation.

The backyard of the Xia family's ancestral house opens the door to a path up the mountain, but this path is not walked all year round, and it has been occupied by weeds and vines. This time, Ye Huang did the work for him, he waved the firewood knife in front, the grass and wood chips were flying, and Wu Wenrou and Xia Lin in the back were unimpeded.

"Jiang Han, I'm a little absent-minded. In the process of climbing the mountain, Wu Wenrou suddenly said: "Since she came to the ancient street, she has looked like a fugue. ”

"Is it because people have urgent things to go back, and we can't say much? Otherwise, we should not have dinner later, and go back to Chongqing directly. Charlene said.

Ye Huang, who was chopping weeds in front, turned around and said, "No, no, she should be really unwell, and she vomited once at noon." ”

"Since you are not feeling well, you should go back to Chongqing City, the hospital in the town is still not as good as the city. ”

How to explain Jiang Han's situation to the two of them? Ye Huang thought for a moment, after all, even he didn't know much about Jiang Han's physical condition.

All the way to the mountain climbing, this is located in the back of Yangliu Town is not short, when you go to the halfway up the mountain, the fog is steaming everywhere, so that people can't see the road clearly, the mountain road under the feet is even more muddy, the shoes worn by Ye Huang have been dyed with mud into another color, the more you climb the mountain, the more cold the wind is, some branches are condensed with ice crystals, this is not the scenery under the mountain.

Finally, the three of them walked to a flat ground in the middle of the mountainside, and looked at the rows of stone monuments standing in the distance, looming in the mist, a little glance, if each stone monument is a tomb, there are only a thousand tombs here, this situation, only in the city, the special tomb mountain can be seen.

It stands to reason that most of this kind of place has heavy yin qi, and ordinary people staying in this kind of place for a long time will have a bad impact on the body. Ye Huang cultivated Buddhism martial arts, and he was the most sensitive to this kind of yin qi, which made him feel strange that around this cemetery, he didn't feel the slightest yin qi, but there was a cold feeling coming from the soles of his feet.

If the yin qi is compared to cold, it is like the sun is shining at this moment, and the temperature in the air is above 30 degrees, but there is a layer of cold ice under the soles of the feet.

This strange feeling is even more uncomfortable than the yin qi that fills the air.

"Surprised, I was shocked the first time I came here. Wu Wenrou walked to Ye Huang and turned around and said: "Before the cremation was implemented, the entire older generation of people in Yangliu Town were buried here, and the number of tombs is far more than you think, many tombs have been razed to the ground in the wind and sun for many years, and the people of the younger generations do not know the situation, and they dig new tombs in the same place, and so on and so on, I don't know that the residents of Yangliu Town are buried here." It can be said that there are countless bones right under your feet. ”

Wu Wenrou had been a policeman in Yangliu Town for a period of time and knew a lot about the situation here. Hearing her say this, Ye Huang only felt numb under his feet, and hurriedly took a step back, but after thinking about it, there were corpses and bones underneath this land, and no matter how he retreated, he couldn't avoid trampling on it.

Seeing his funny appearance, Wu gently smiled and said, "So, it's good that you come here with a heart of awe, presumably those dead predecessors won't care so much." ”

"Amitabha, Amitabha. Ye Huang thought about it for a long time and didn't speak.

Xia Lin didn't care much about Wu's gentle and joking words, she had come here to worship her mother many times, and she had long been accustomed to this path, not to mention that the ancestors of the Xia family had also been buried here for generations, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Charlene walked straight to her mother's tombstone, which had an inscription carved and then filled in cinnabar: The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Xiuxiu.

It is not the wife of the Xia family, nor is the name of Charlene's mother written, this stele was carved by Xia Jiang himself, out of personal remembrance, he only used the simplest words to express his feelings for his deceased wife.

The last time the tomb was cleaned, it was still the Qingming Festival, after a summer and an autumn, the weeds spread to the grave again, the dead branches and fallen leaves blown by the wind covered the stone tablet, Charlene lit the incense and candles, and then began to sweep the dead grass and fallen leaves on the tomb, after cleaning, this made people see the whole picture of the tombstone clearly.

Compared with the identity of the Xia family's wife, this tomb does seem a little shabby, compared to the tombs of other Xia family ancestors around, it is like a small bungalow next to a luxury villa.

When Mrs. Xia died, it was the most embarrassing time for the Xia family, so this is not an incomprehensible thing.

Charlene knelt in front of her mother's tombstone with a serious expression and bowed respectfully three times.