Ying Xiaochuan came back from meditation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Tianba lying on Ao Ling's lap, a small picture of being happy to go on a trip.

Immediately taken aback, "Tianba, when did you come with you?"

Tianba stood up from Ao Ling's stand, jumped onto the table, and looked at Ying Xiaochuan happily with his tongue out.

The small eyes are wet and shiny.

Ying Xiaochuan reached out and touched its smooth hair, a little headache, the puppy must have taken advantage of his lack of attention in the morning to get into the bag.

"How the hell did you get through security? Ying Xiaochuan was surprised.

"The instinct of the fairy beast. Ao Ling said: "Tianba is very strong, he can comprehend the transformation at such a young age." ”

"What do you mean by a chemical substance?"

"What about the object, it is to simulate the dead thing next to you, so that you can become the same as the dead thing, in fact, it is the ability of the fairy beast to protect itself, and the general fairy beast has to be a hundred years old to have this instinct, so I said, Tianba is very strong. ”

Ying Xiaochuan smiled, most of the depression in his heart was dispelled, and he looked at Tian Ba and said, "Well, after all, the son of the Roaring Sky Dog." ”

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and the two and one dog got off at Yanghu Station, and then transferred to a bus to Zhouzhen.

All the way.

Arriving in Zhou Town, Ying Xiaochuan first found a place to stay, filled his stomach, and went straight to Jiang's house.

According to Jiang Qinglian, Jiang Xi's family is a low-income household, living in the most remote part of the town, and the reason why they study across the city is because of the town's policies that have just come out in the past two years.

Jiang Xi's grades were excellent and his family was not good, so the town paid to send him to the best high school in the province to study, and in the future he would go to the best university in the province, on the condition that Jiang Xi would return to the town after graduating from university, but no one expected that Jiang Xi would lose his life just two years after going to Jincheng.

Jiang Xi's father Jiang Zhengguo has a third-degree disability, the injury left by his work when he was young, one leg can barely move, and he often has to rely on neighbors to help him in daily life, so this time Jiang Xi is gone, and his father has no ability to take him back.

Ying Xiaochuan and Ao Ling stood in front of a low bungalow, the house was about twenty or thirty years old, and it looked like it had never been repaired, the walls were full of traces of time, and there were some firewood piled up in the corner of the yard, but it was already tide because it had not been taken care of for a long time.

At this time, the wrapped stone in Ao Ling's hand glowed blue-white, and she raised her hand and said, "Jiang Xi said that he has arrived home." ”

Ying Xiaochuan nodded, walked over and knocked on the door, "Is Uncle Jiang at home?"

It was only after a while that there was movement in the room. Through the door, the sound was originally very slight, but recently, Ying Xiaochuan's hearing has gradually increased, so he can hear even the slightest movement.

First the sound of people getting up, then the sound of holding a cane, he did not urge, silently waited for the slow footsteps to approach the door, and finally opened the door.

An indescribable smell poured out as the door opened, and immediately after, an old man with a withered face appeared in front of them.

He was on crutches, his back was stiff, and he looked dozens of years older than his own, with almost no expression on his face.

Behind the old man, there is a simple mourning hall, and Jiang Xi's photo is placed on the shelf, and incense is enshrined underneath.

"Who are you, is there anything wrong?" said the old man's voice, with a strong local accent.

Ying Xiaochuan asked politely, "Are you Jiang Xi's father?"

Jiang Zhengguo nodded, a pair of scrutinizing eyes swept back and forth over them, Ying Xiaochuan only felt that the light of the stone in Ao Ling's hand became more and more intense, so he said: "Uncle Jiang, we are friends of Jiang Xi, we just came from Jincheng, and we knew that you couldn't pick up Jiang Xi back, so I came back with some relics of Jiang Xi." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Zhengguo stiffened suddenly, and then his eyes were fixed on Ying Xiaochuan, "Xiaoxi?" Although his tone fluctuated slightly, his expression did not change much.

Ying Xiaochuan said in a low voice: "We can't bring Jiang Xi back, so we brought these." ”

After he finished speaking, he motioned to Ao Ling to hand the bag of things in his hand to Jiang Zhengguo.

It was a boxy package, and there were two pieces of clothing that Ying Xiaochuan took from Jiang Xi's dormitory, and on top of the clothes, there was the black stone, and as Jiang Zhengguo opened the package layer by layer, the light emitted by the stone became more and more obvious.

Jiang Zhengguo stroked his clothes silently, and then said slowly in a deep voice: "Yes, this is the clothes I bought for him." ”

The light on the stone became stronger and stronger, and Jiang Xi seemed to be unable to control his excitement, but unfortunately Jiang Zhengguo couldn't see all this at all.

"Come in. Jiang Zhengguo beckoned them into the house.

Seeing that he was limping and about to pour water, Ying Xiaochuan hurriedly stopped him, and Ao Ling helped him sit down on the edge of the bed.

After Jiang Zhengguo sat down, Ying Xiaochuan spoke: "Uncle, I know that you haven't done Jiang Xi's funeral yet, we came this time just to let Jiang Xi settle in the ground, these two days, let's pick a time to bury Jiang Xi." ”

Jiang Zhengguo thought for a moment, took out a cigarette gun from the drawer, lit it and took a few puffs, his face gradually became calm, "It's okay." ”

He said and slowly got out of bed, "You sit here for a while, and I'll go find the blind man next door to count the hour." ”

After seeing Jiang Zhengguo's back go away, Ying Xiaochuan looked back at Ao Ling, who looked down at the stone on the table and said, "Jiang Xi wants to come out." ”

In response to Xiaochuan's 'um', Ao Ling stretched out his hand and stroked the stone, the stone unlocked the blockade, and Jiang Xi's soul appeared.

Jiang Xi lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, and tears fell in large drops, but they disappeared as soon as they fell to the ground.

"Meow~Meow~"

At Jiang Xi's feet, the cat whined, stretched out its tongue and licked Jiang Xi's feet, as if comforting.

It didn't take long for Jiang Zhengguo to push the door on crutches and walk in, followed by a short and thin man. The man was not tall, thin and thin, tightly wrapped in skin and bones, so black that he seemed to have been exposed to the sun for many years, his whole face was full of ravines, he was about fifty years old, and half of his eyes were covered with a black cloth, so he was probably the blind man in Jiang Zhengguo's mouth.

The sunlight outside the house shone in directly with the action of opening the door, and Jiang Xi immediately returned to the stones.

As soon as Jiang Zhengguo walked in, he sat down on the edge of the bed and panted, "Blind, these two are guests from Jincheng, and they brought some things from Xiaoxi." In the past two days, you will pick an hour, let's take care of the aftermath of the creek, and my money will be put in the jar where the salt was originally put in the kitchen, and it will all be in it, you can take it and watch it. ”

As soon as the blind man sat down, he snapped and smoked, and said for a while: "Jiang Xi's body did not come back, and he did it in a well-dressed tomb, so he did a funeral, which is equivalent to his bones being gone."

After a pause at this point, he continued: "It is both an old son sending off a son and a death in a different place, and the two regrets together Jiang Xi will inevitably be resentful, and he will cause trouble at that time. The top priority should be to invite a few monks to come down and recite the Sutra of the Past Life to surpass Jiang Xi's soul. ”

"You're right, when will the creek be buried?"

The blind man said unhurriedly: "What's the hurry, after people die, pay attention to the mortuary after three or five days of mourning, today is the third day, and after the monk recites the sutra for two days, it is not too late to be buried." ”

After he finished saying this, he took out a book from his arms, turned a few pages, and set a date, "The day after tomorrow, it is appropriate to be buried." ”

Jiang Zhengguo nodded, "Let's set this hour." ”

"Where are the burials?" asked the blind man, "and the land for burials in the town is scarce, and they must be booked five years in advance. ”

It seems that Jiang Zhengguo has already made up his mind in his heart, and he said without thinking about it: "Buried in my piece of land, my son will not occupy an area, and when I return in a hundred years, I will also live with my son." ”

"Why, you don't even want a coffin?" said the blind man.

Jiang Zhengguo smiled bitterly, "My son is gone, what coffin book do I want?"

"Father and son are in the same hole. The blind man sighed, looking a little helpless, and took two puffs of his cigarette with a dull head, then stood up, "Then I'll go to work." ”

He walked in the direction of the kitchen, stayed in it for a few minutes, came out, and walked away with a gray cloth bag in his hand.

After the others were cleared, Jiang Zhengguo looked at the two of them with a heavy face and said, "Xiaoxi didn't have any friends before his death, you two came over the day after tomorrow, so you should send him on his last journey." ”