On Chinese New Year's Eve, Xia Chun took Mei Wendian with him to visit her parents-in-law and Mei Wenzi in the cemetery. Mei Wendian carried Xia Chun the gold ingots she had folded and the paper money she bought in the town, as well as some fruit bowls and candles to use during the worship, and the two of them went on the road with large bags and small bags. The gold ingots were very light, but Xia Chun was afraid that the wind would blow them away, so he tightly buckled them with a bag. Xia Chun bought a lot of paper money, and Mei Wendian followed behind to carry it, and the two of them had heavy faces and didn't say a word.

The winter in Jiangnan is always filled with a long-lasting wet and cold atmosphere, two people walk on the country road one after the other, through the bamboo forest, through the lake, through the hills, to a cemetery, there are already many people standing in front of the cemetery, the custom of Qingshui Stream, is to worship the ancestors on Chinese New Year's Eve, burn some paper money for the ancestors, in order to comfort their spirits in the sky.

When Xia Chun and Mei Wendian walked to the cemetery, there were already some people there, everyone was worshipping, the crackling firecrackers were endless, the ancestors of Qingshuijian lived here, and the graves stood one by one, protecting the villagers who are still alive day and night. From generation to generation, the spirit and ideas of those Hui merchants have also been passed down.

The tomb of the Mei family is halfway up the mountainside, Xia Chun and Mei Wendian walked up, Xia Chun half squatted down, took out the rag from the bag, gently wiped the marble tombstone, gently wiped the Chinese characters on it, wiped the name of Mei Lebao, Mrs. Mei, and Mei Wenzi's name, wiped it off, and took out the candles and melons and fruits from the bag, and placed them squarely on the table.

Mei Wendian stood silently next to Xia Chun, he stood on a big rock, looking back at the mountain behind him - although it was winter, the pines and cypresses were still green, but the tips of some trees still had some unfaded snow, dotted with endless green, but this infinite vitality set off a few different kinds of playfulness.

Xia Chun suddenly turned around and called Mei Wendian, "Wendian, burn all the things you brought." ”

Mei Wendian said "oh", took out the paper money and gold ingots from the bag, he took out some straw paper and matches from it, half-squatted down, the wind was a little strong, it took him a while to light the fire, the wind blew down, and soon the fire was blazing, reflecting the faces of the two people red. The fire burned so much that Mei Wendian asked Xia Chun to take two steps back, Xia Chun just shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine, they won't burn me, I can't bear it." ”

After speaking, Xia Chun's own nose was already sour, looking at the names on the tombstone, Xia Chun's mind came to mind that he entered Mei's house when he was a child, and was later raised by his mother-in-law, and learned "integrity is to win" under the education of Mei Lebao Through Mei Wenzi's narration, she knew how beautiful Jinling was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and knew how many people in Shanghai were chasing the bustling place, and also knew that in addition to China, there are also Europe, America, and Africa in this world. The white race, Mei Wenzi once promised her that when they got married, she would take Xia Chun out and go to a place where no one disturbed her to live in a world where there were only two people...... It's just that until Mei Wenzi died, this wish was not realized.

Slowly, the paper money and gold ingots in front of the tombstone were burned and turned into a pile of ashes, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up, blowing those ashes up again, flying all over the sky. The winter evening breeze was like a knife, and those who came to the cemetery to pay respects gradually left, leaving only Xia Chun and Mei Wendian, two people standing in front of the cemetery, letting the wind blow and not speaking.

According to the past, firecrackers were set off before leaving, but yesterday Xia Chun didn't let Mei Wendian buy them, she didn't want to alarm these people, but also wanted them to be quiet and have their own world.

Xia Chun looked at the flying pieces of paper, wiped away his tears, and said to Mei Wendian, "Wendian, you go first, go to the bottom of the mountain and wait for me, I want to stay here for a while longer." ”

Mei Wendian glanced at Xia Chun, nodded, and walked down the mountain from the path on the side.

"Sister Xia Chun, then you come down early! I'll wait for you below!" Mei Wendian turned around in three steps, walked halfway, and didn't forget to tell Xia Chun more, it gets dark early in winter, and he is afraid that Xia Chun is not safe alone in the mountains.

Xia Chun took out the handkerchief and wiped the tombstone carefully, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he didn't stop until he wiped it clearly. After wiping it, Xia Chun stroked the tombstone, sat down slowly, and leaned her head on the tombstone, she used to lean against Mei Wenzi and talk and chat.

"Brother Wenzi, do you know? A lot of things have happened recently, in the past, you came back to tell me a lot of things, I used to always say that you were talkative, and when I talked, I didn't stop, but I didn't expect that now it was the other way around, I became the one who spoke, but I also wish you would also say that I was a talker, but unfortunately there is no such opportunity anymore......"

As he spoke, Xia Chun's tears fell again. She sighed, wiped tears from her face, and smiled at the tombstone.

After sitting like this for a long time, it grew darker and darker. Xia Chun sat up from the tombstone, gathered his clothes, and walked towards the place where Mei Wendian was located at the foot of the mountain.

Not to mention, there was a gust of wind in this cemetery, and Xia Chun didn't take two steps, and he felt cold on the soles of his feet.

Thinking of Mei Wendian waiting for her at the bottom of the mountain, Xia Chun's heart felt a little more stable, and she walked down with her head down.

When night falls, only the moonlight illuminates the direction of progress, the mountain road has not yet been completely repaired, the pines and cypresses fall mottled by the moonlight, Xia Chun holds the skirt in both hands, and walks carefully.

But before she could take two steps, someone covered her mouth and nose from behind, and before she could struggle, someone stopped her by the waist and dragged her back.

Xia Chun felt a brute force that belonged to a man alone, and that brute force held her tightly and made her unable to struggle.

Xia Chun used his hands and feet together, and finally got a breather, and shouted, "Help!"

In the silence of the night, Xia Chun's voice was particularly sharp and frightened.

Xia Chun caught a glimpse of three or four men with three big and three thick men, they tied Xia Chun up with the prepared ropes, and then dragged Xia Chun to the side path.

Halfway through, a man came out of an ancient pine tree in front of him, he stretched out his right hand, stopped in front of this group of gangsters, and asked sharply, "What are you going to do?"

It is the familiar voice of Xia Chun and Lin Yuefeng.

Hearing this, the gangsters stopped.

The gangsters led by him shone the lamp in his hand to this side, and the shining light shone on Lin Yuefeng's face and body, and a breeze blew, and Lin Yuefeng's empty sleeve without hands moved with the wind.

The gangster at the head sneered, very disdainful, "Heh, hey, my mother-in-law, it turns out that this is still a one-armed, I think I am a powerful big man!" After speaking, the gangster turned back to his subordinates and asked loudly, "Hey, I said, guess how powerful this one-armed man will be, will he knock down all four of us!"

The dog legs behind him have already begun to pat this person's ass, "Big brother is telling jokes again, according to what you say, how powerful he is, isn't it!

"Haha!Huo Yuanjia!Is the one-armed Huo Yuanjia?!Can Huo Yuanjia be called Huo Yuanjia if he is missing an arm?"

After saying that, a group of people laughed.

Xia Chun's whole person has been tied up with five flowers, she struggled hard, and finally spit out the handkerchief in her mouth, she was worried about Lin Yuefeng's safety, and shouted in the direction where Lin Yuefeng was, "Mr. Lin, you run away!

The gangster walked in front of Xia Chun, stretched out his right hand, pinched Xia Chun's chin, and the joint suddenly became hard, Xia Chun couldn't help it, and screamed, the gangster came to the strength, "Oh, I didn't expect this little girl to be quite strong! His grandmother's, this one-armed hasn't done anything for you, oh no, his grandmother's, it should be that Lao Tzu hasn't done anything with this one-armed, what is the name of your little girl's piece! Since you like to call, let's call a few more words." ”

With that, his hands clenched even tighter. Xia Chun was backbone, she raised her head, closed her mouth, no matter how hard the person pinched it, she never said a word.

Lin Yuefeng shouted coldly, "What kind of man is a bully woman!"

The man heard Lin Yuefeng's words, turned to look at him, and snorted coldly, "Oh, his grandmother's, don't bully women, do you bully your one-armed?!"

"What's wrong with One-Armed? One-Armed is also a man! Since One-Armed says we can't bully that woman, then we'll bully men!"

"Bullying men!"

"Bullying men!"

Several men with five big and three thick men simply went into battle together, staring at Lin Yuefeng on the left and Lin Yuefeng on the right, looking down on him completely.

Lin Yuefeng was ridiculed by several people like this, but he was not annoyed, he still stood still, looked at them silently, and spit out the words he wanted to say word by word, "I, just, ask, you, we, put, no, put, people." ”

The one at the head walked over with a kerosene lamp, shone the kerosene lamp on Lin Yuefeng's head, and deliberately shook Lin Yuefeng's empty sleeve, raised his head, pointed his nostrils to Lin Yuefeng, and also provoked him in dialect word by word, "Old, son, just, no, put, what's wrong?"

Lin Yuefeng's eyes were half-squinted, and his gaze suddenly became fierce like an eagle falcon, shooting straight at that person.

The man had already turned around with the kerosene lamp, but suddenly felt the gaze behind him, and shivered, and the kerosene lamp in his hand also fell to the ground and fell into many pieces.

The man was just about to turn around again, but he felt that his whole body suddenly lost its center of gravity.

I saw Lin Yuefeng stretch out his left leg, waved it over, and stretched out his right hand, pulling the man's hand and pulling it to his side, and the man instantly fell into the mud.