"What is this?" Mrs. Sun didn't think that this box of purple incense was an ordinary thing.

"This is asking the gods incense," Qi Yan took out nine sticks of incense and put them in his hand, and said to Mrs. Sun, "Take a wisp of merit and sacrifice it to them, and you can only make ninety-nine eighty-one incense," Qi Yan's three sticks of incense were inserted into the incense burner, "Legend has it that this kind of incense can help people ask about heaven and earth, yin and yang, and about the past and present lives, but ......"

Qi Yan withdrew his hand: "A legend is a legend, it has only one real use, to pull the love in the owner's heart, and find the person he wants to find," Qi Yan handed three incense sticks to Mrs. Sun, "This incense has a characteristic, it helps the most virtuous people, the most virtuous people, the most benevolent people, if there are people with improper intentions, it is the most ordinary incense." ”

Mrs. Sun steadily relied on the three incense sticks and said with a smile: "Although my old wife has no great power in her life, at least ...... In all conscience. ”

"A good conscience," Qi Yan smiled, "It is because the old lady has such a mind that I dare to take out this asking incense, if other people come, I can't bear this kind of good thing." ”

"Thank you Master Qi for your praise," Mrs. Sun smiled beautifully, "I don't know what I need to do?" ”

Qi Yan lit a red candle, lit the remaining three incense sticks, turned his head to Mrs. Sun and said, "Let's light the incense first." ”

Nine incense sticks were lit, and the room was soon shrouded in smoke, Qi Yan held Mrs. Sun's hand, her skin was loose and lost its elasticity, like a dead tree that was about to grow old, barely maintaining a tall posture, and the inside was already drooping.

Qi Yan cut his finger and drew a talisman on the old lady's palm, "Old lady, call her name." ”

"Qin Feng."

Mrs. Sun's friend is called Qin Feng, a very beautiful and vivid young woman.

Qi Yan let go of the old lady's hand, and as Mrs. Sun's voice became older and hoarse, the smoke in the house also dispersed little by little, and the nine incense sticks burned out, leaving only a smear of ashes.

"Master Qi, have you found her?" Mrs. Sun's voice was hoarse, and Qi Yan poured her a glass of water.

"Found it."

"Where is she?" Mrs. Sun put down the cup and grabbed Qi Yan's sleeve, "Where is she?" ”

"She's in the imperial capital," Qi Yan smiled reluctantly, "Do you want me to take you to see her?" ”

Mrs. Sun's face changed greatly, and she nodded after a while: "Okay." ”

Mrs. Sun was originally a little related to the Cen family, so after Cen Dad told him about it a few days ago, he agreed to help. In fact, after seeing Mrs. Sun's face, he counted that the person Mrs. Sun asked for was separated from her.

But physiognomy is not everything, and he is willing to ask the gods again for this old lady.

Mrs. Sun is already eighty-eight years old, and if Qin Feng, who is two years older than her, is still alive, she should be ninety years old by now.

How many people in the world can cross the threshold of 90 years old?

Taining Mountain is the place where the famous cemetery of the imperial capital is located, because there are countless heroes who died in the line of duty, heroes who died bravely, and great people who made great contributions to the country, so many people come here almost every day to worship, even if these people may have nothing to do with the dead who are sleeping here.

Qi Yan took Mrs. Sun to a tomb, this tomb has been some years old, although it is very clean, but it can be seen from the color of the tombstone that the people in the cemetery have been dead for decades.

Mrs. Sun put on reading glasses, and her hands trembled as she stroked the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, tears welling up in her old eyes.

"Ms. Qin Feng, it's already ...... It's been sixty-five years since she died," Qi Yan felt a little uncomfortable in her throat, "On the day she got married, there was a big fire in the building, and she saved her three children ......"

"Sixty-five years! Sixty-five years!"

This elegant old man finally collapsed at this moment, hugging the tombstone and crying.

"Qin Feng! We made an appointment to meet, and if you miss the appointment, I will miss the appointment......"

Mrs. Sun cried so much that she lost her strength, and when the bodyguard wanted to help her up, she pushed the bodyguard away, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tombstone that had withstood the wind and rain: "We haven't seen each other for sixty-eight years, and I didn't expect that goodbye would be here." ”

"You're still so young, but I'm old, I don't know if you recognize me when you go underground." Mrs. Sun wiped the tombstone clean, saw that there was a weed next to the tombstone, and carefully removed it, "You always say I'm stupid, but you turn out to be more stupid than me." ”

She sat on the ground, regardless of the dust staining her cheongsam, and whether she was elegant or not at this time, "Old sister, this is the last time I will come to see you." ”

"I'm old, I don't have a few years to live."

"If you haven't had time to reincarnate, just wait for me below, and the two of us will go to reincarnation together, and we will be good sisters in the next life."

"That's it, it's better to be reincarnated, you stay down there alone, how cold it should be, I can't bear it, I can't bear it."

Mrs. Sun took off her reading glasses and wiped the corners of her eyes: "I don't wear glasses, I can't even see what your photo looks like, you won't laugh at me, right?" ”

All she answered was the light mountain breeze and the cold tombstones.

"Old Madam Sun, the weather is cold," Qi Yan squatted beside Mrs. Sun, "Let's go back." ”

"Let me look at her twice," Mrs. Sun gently rubbed the picture on the tombstone, "This is the last time I will look at her, and I must look carefully, lest I have a bad memory and forget her." ”

"Then I'll accompany you here," Qi Yan took off his coat, draped it on Mrs. Sun, and sat cross-legged on the spot, and actually sat next to Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun touched the coat on her body, and a smile appeared on her face: "You kid is really interesting, you must be very funny to girls." ”

Qi Yan smiled indifferently: "I can make Bai He like it." ”

Mrs. Sun's old face showed a hint of confusion: "Yes, as long as the other party likes it, child, you are an understanding person." ”

"I don't understand what love between people of the same sex is like, even my husband and I have respected more than love in our lives. In this life, I lived for my husband and children, and now looking back, the only truly happy years were the twenty years when I was not married. ”

"Shh," Mrs. Sun put her finger to her mouth and compared, "I said this kind of thing today, and you will forget it tomorrow." ”

Qi Yan shook his head: "I'm a robot with a very poor memory, please say it casually to the beautiful wife, I turned my head and forgot about it." ”

"It's so good, you are such a good child, you are more popular than my two grandsons," Mrs. Sun leaned on her friend's tombstone and smiled like an innocent girl, "When I married into the Sun family, I was only twenty years old, and my words and deeds represented the face of my mother's family, the face of my husband's family, what kind of love and love, in a family like ours, it was a joke." ”

"Woman...... Mrs. Sun's cheek touched the cold tombstone, as if she had found some kind of support, "I have too many unwillingness, too much helplessness in my life, and now, I am just Mrs. Sun in other people's mouths." ”

"I really envy you children now, you can make choices for your own path, you can be yourself," Mrs. Sun patted the back of Qi Yan's hand, "Live well with that child Baihe, you are all good children." Love is together, if you don't love, you are separated, don't embarrass each other. ”

"I see, thank you." Qi Yan thought, although this hand is extremely old, it is still so soft inside.

"Let's go." Mrs. Sun reluctantly touched the tombstone for the last time, "Change it back." ”

"Don't you look at it anymore?" Qi Yan saw the reluctance in the old man's eyes, "I can accompany you for a while." ”

"No need," Mrs. Sun shook her head with a smile, "I already have all this in mind." ”

Mrs. Sun returned to her home abroad, and ten days later, a lawyer found Qi Yan.

"Mr. Qi, Mrs. Sun has passed away."

Qi Yan was stunned, looking at the large envelope handed to him by the lawyer, the envelope style was very ancient, the earthy yellow shell, there was no fancy design, and there were a few beautiful words written on it.

The content of the word is: Qi Yan personally opened.

"Mrs. Sun specially left a will saying that the villa she had in the imperial capital would be left to you as revenge for you to help her find someone," the lawyer took out a copy of the certificates, along with a mahogany box.

"This is her wedding gift for you."

Qi Yan opened the box, and there was a pair of jade bead men's bracelets inside, and a sticky note was placed on the box, on which were written the four words "Hundred Years of Good Cooperation", and the handwriting was exactly the same as on the envelope.

"If you're sure, sign it."

Qi Yan silently signed the document, and then sent the secretary away.

With the envelope, Qi Yan returned to the study, and then opened the envelope with a paper cutter.

There were a few photos in the envelope, the two girls in the photos were very beautiful, and their smiling eyes were like stars in the sky, Qi Yan put down the photos and finished reading the letter.

The letter was long, like an old man muttering to himself, and like a young girl telling him a story.

She said she thanked him for putting on her coat, something her husband had never done to her.

She said that she was happy to finally be able to meet her old sisters.

She said that she wished him happiness and old age.

Qi Yan felt like an unrelated passer-by, who had visited other people's lives, but at the end, he had no intention of letting this person's life be fulfilled in a certain sense.

The inscription of this letter reads He Chanjuan, which is the name of Mrs. Sun.

Chanjuan.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

It's a beautiful name.

At least, he remembered the name of this Ms. Ho.

Getting up and finding a large wooden box, Qi Yan put the letters, photos, and the will in it.

When he picked up the red note, Qi Yan said thank you.

People in the world come and go, some people are strangers all their lives, some people meet and miss, and some people stay together for a lifetime.

But no one cares about what they are called, whether they are happy, whether they are doing well, except for themselves, except for those who value them.

Everyone is too busy, busy and cares about others.

It's not a bad thing to have a little kindness in your heart, and you may not know one day, this kindness will warm someone else's life.

With the lid on the box, Qi Yan smiled.

May you be like sisters in the next life, close and friendly and never separated.