In the dead of night, Sinan, who was not sleepy, leaned on the bed in a daze, in a daze in the dark, she tried to shift her spirit from her inner feelings, she still had very important things to do, this trip back to her hometown made her miss the Qingming Festival to visit her father, she decided to go tomorrow, the script should also be read, she was too indulgent in the spread of feelings during this time, it's time to go back to the past, do what you should do, as for him...... Sinan involuntarily curled up his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next day, Sinan went out early with red and swollen eyes, took a bottle of wine from home and went to the cemetery. After a few trips of the bus swaying for a long time, I arrived at the columbarium of the cemetery, completed the formalities, opened the door of the small lattice, and the poor father, who was once nearly one meter eight, now only needs a square inch of space to accommodate him. Sinan's tears slipped frantically from her expressionless face, and she respectfully took out the urn covered with a thick velvet cloth, put it on the case, and began to worship her father. After incense, poured wine, and kowtowed, Sinan wanted to say something to her father but didn't know where to start, she knelt there like a clay sculpture, letting the tears slump down......

- Please give me strength, please bless me.

――Don't worry, I'll live a good life.

――I don't know what to do, but I always have to take revenge, otherwise what's the point of me coming back again.

- What should I do...... Please tell me okay?

- Dad, I can't hold it anymore......

I don't know how long it took, someone came in again, and the sound of footsteps and talking woke up Sinan, she wiped her tears, it's time to go. She kowtowed a few more times, and said in her heart, Father, if you are wronged for a while, I will send you back to your hometown, which is as beautiful as before. Standing up, just about to pick up the urn and send it back to the locker, the thick velvet covered with it slipped down, and Sinan was stunned on the spot: Urn! The mysterious box that my father wiped with a sigh in my dream!

She was like falling into an ice cave, her hair stood upside down, her teeth couldn't suppress the clicking sound of up and down, she held back the huge panic in her heart, and tried to calm her mind, the mournful cry from next door made her regain some of her senses, she looked around to make sure that there was no one, and then she carried the urn to the ground, and touched and felt it carefully along the perimeter of the box with both hands. Sure enough, when her hand reached into the bottom of the box, the wooden board under it was a little moving, and when she pulled it hard, it seemed to be stuck, and she observed that there was a carving on the left side and there was a crack between the carving around it, and it was not a complete one. Press your hand on it back and forth, and the small pattern also sways back and forth with the movement. While Sinan's left hand pressed down hard, her right hand slid outward on the wooden board under the box, and the wooden board slid outward with her movements, and a book fell into her hand......

Sinan looked back at the back, there was no one, she quickly turned around and stuffed the book into her clothes, groped at the bottom of the open box with her hand, confirmed that there was nothing, and restored the box to its original state, and sent it back respectfully.

On the way home, she still chose the bus, the more people are safe, the behavior can not be abnormal, she tried to make herself look like a sad fellow who came to worship, and the book on her chest poked her body, causing great anxiety and panic, this way back seemed to be particularly long......