The mountain road is not easy to walk, and fortunately, there is not a lot of snow on the mountain at this time. Usually, it is quite convenient for Song Yiran to go up the mountain alone, but with Zhao Xiaodong, the speed slows down. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaodong is also very familiar with this piece, although the speed of going up the mountain is not as fast as during the day, but the walk is quite smooth, and there is no wrestling.

The Daqingshan Mountains stretch for more than 10 miles, and there are tens of thousands of mountains with names and no names! Not to mention the deep mountains in the distance, there are more than 100 mountains near Daqingshan Village.

After the death of the local villagers, they are buried nearby, and most of them are buried in the fields they are familiar with. Beipo Mountain is a relatively gentle hill, the vegetation is very good, full of yin atmosphere, many local villagers are buried here, you can see a lot of small tombs.

Old Man Song and Old Horse Head are also buried here.

Zhao Xiaodong took Song Yiran to the grave of the old man Song.

A small earthen bag, not even a stone tablet, looks lonely, very pitiful.

Zhao Xiaodong was still a little scared in his heart, after all, going to the grave circle (quan four sounds) on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve was not something that ordinary people could do, it was too exciting.

"My life is hard, my life is hard!" Zhao Xiaodong silently read twice, and whispered to Song Yiran: "This is your grandfather's grave!"

Under ~~ release like Old Man Song, there will be no good coffin to bury at all, and don't even think about the stone tablet or anything. After his accident, the original owner vomited blood and fainted, and he did not wake up for three days. At that time, the weather was also hot, and I couldn't watch the body of Old Man Song stink!

Coincidentally, the old horse's head was also buried here, not far from the grave of the old man Song.

Song Yiran felt a little uncomfortable, even if the original owner didn't wake up at that time, why didn't he ever think of coming to see her grandfather after waking up? Could it be because of the situation? Can't he come and see it quietly?

This is a question that is destined to go unanswered.

Song Yiran took out the shovel that had been prepared a long time ago, and wanted to dig a pit in front of Old Man Song's grave, which was dark and damp, and there was not much frozen soil, so it should be easy to dig a pit.

Zhao Xiaodong was startled, and grabbed Song Yiran, "You kid, what are you going to do?"

"I ...... I'll dig a pit and burn paper for my grandfather! Otherwise, what if the forest is set on fire?" "It is a very dangerous thing to set fire in the mountains and forests, and if you are not careful, you can burn down the entire mountain forest! The old forests with green mountains and clear waters have existed in the world for I don't know how many years, and it would be a pity if they were burned by the fire, so it is better to be cautious."

Zhao Xiaodong reacted, and hurriedly said, "Oh, then dig it!" scared her to death, she thought Song Yiran was going to dig the grave!

Song Yiran dug a deep pit of about half a meter, and in order to be sure, he also surrounded the pit with a circle of soil. It's a bit of a hassle, but safety comes first, and it's worth it. Fortunately, there is no wind today, and the forest is unusually quiet, which can be regarded as the beauty of adults.

Song Yiran first placed the dumplings on the grave of Old Man Song, and then opened the liquor and sprinkled it in front of Old Man Song's grave. She took out ingots, incense candles, paper money, and other things, put them in the pit, and lit them.

"Grandpa, I've come to see you~" The voice was inaudible, low and low, making people unbearable to listen.

Zhao Xiaodong consciously picked up the small shovel and went to dig a pit at the grave of the old horse's head.

"Your old man should rest in peace! I will seek justice for you! I will get back those who owe you blood debts one by one!" Song Yiran sighed, she didn't know if there was really such a thing as a spirit in the sky, but at this moment, she really hoped that Old Man Song could hear her words.

"You should know I'm not...... It's not her, right?" Song Yiran muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on!But since I'm here, I won't come in vain, let alone let your granddaughter die in vain! Those who harm her and bully her, I will take care of it myself! I will definitely help you appeal for your grievances~ Rehabilitation!"

It's not that she said big things, and there are too many wrong~~false and wrong~~ cases in this era, and almost all of them have been verified later~~ reversed. Things like Old Man Song are very typical and common in this period. And in the memory of the original owner, there is absolutely no problem with Old Man Song!

Although Song Yiran's voice was very small, the words were sonorous and powerful, and the paper money burning in the pit suddenly emitted a puff of green smoke, hovering in front of Song Yiran for a moment, and then dispersed.

Song Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was relieved, maybe this Qingyan is the heroic spirit of Old Man Song!

"Thank you, thank you. Song Yiran has always had a hurdle in her heart, she feels that she is not the original owner, and she has taken away the opportunity for others to survive, which is actually no different from killing people. But just now, she felt relieved, as if she had been approved by Old Man Song, and the burden in her heart was gone.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yiran really integrated himself into this era. From now on, she is the original owner, and the original owner is her.

"Wait, one day, I will move your grave back to the sea market. After Song Yiran finished the last sentence, he got up and bowed to Old Man Song.

The paper money in the pit had been burned, leaving only some ashes. Song Yiran poured the dumplings into the pit and buried the deep pit until he couldn't smell a trace of smoke and fire, and then put away the bowl containing the dumplings.

It's not that she's stingy and reluctant to have such a bowl, it's just that she still has some concerns about doing things during this period, and if this kind of thing is exposed, the consequences may not be what she is willing to bear. She has enemies in Daqingshan, although Li Xingsheng is just an accountant, he is ruthless and has a lot of strange conspiracies, if he does something, I am afraid that he will really have a headache!

Who else can worship Old Man Song but her!

Prudence is always the only magic weapon to protect herself, she still has a lot of things to do, and she must not lose a big one because of a small one!

When Song Yiran came to the grave of the old horse's head, Zhao Xiaodong had already dug a pit.

"Grandpa Ma, thank you for your house and giving me a place to live! Shelter me from the wind and rain! Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, I invite you to eat dumplings and drink." "And thank you for the big yellow croaker you left.

When Song Yiran faced the grave of the old horse's head, he was much more natural, pouring wine, burning paper, and everything seemed orderly.

Zhao Xiaodong sighed secretly on the side, going to the grave of blood relatives is different from going to the grave of strangers, when she went to the grave of Old Man Song just now, how depressed Xiao Ran's mood was! Even she could feel the heaviness! It was different when facing the old horse's head.