With tears on his face, Secretary Lu held the tombstone in a drowsy manner and meditated for a few minutes, then slowly stood up, found a few dead branches in the nearby thorn bushes, and picked up some dry pine needles that were easy to catch fire, and piled them in front of the tombstone.

Then he took the woolen coat, held it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on it, and bent down on top of the pile of dry wood.

This morning, although the wind was bitterly cold and frosty, it was a sunny day, and the ground was dry except for the frosty places. Therefore, when Secretary Lu used a lighter to ignite the pine needles under the woolen coat, a raging fire immediately ignited.

Soon, the woolen coat caught fire and began to burn.

In the roaring fire and the sound of "beep peeling", Secretary Lu circled around Zhao Han's tomb three times, and returned to the tombstone after the last moment, stood in a standing posture, and bowed respectfully three more times.

Then, he raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, looked at the swaying pine trees behind the tomb, and in an incomparably desolate and incomparably sad tone, he chanted in a long voice: "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable!" Thousands of miles of lonely souls, nowhere to talk about desolation! Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

After chanting this song "Jiang Chengzi", the sad look on Secretary Lu's face was gradually replaced by a resolute expression, his hands clenched into fists, and in a determined tone, he said to Zhao Han's tombstone: "Zhao Han, I know that before you died, the most concerned and relieved thing is our poor child who has no father since he was a child and has now lost his mother!" Rest assured, I've found him. He is now a strong man, and he is already a man with responsibility, courage, integrity, and ability! Like you, he is kind, simple, strong, and brave. All the good qualities in you, I can find in him......

Zhao Han, thank you for leaving such an excellent son for our Lu family, and thank you for caring for and cultivating him for more than 20 years! Rest assured, now I will take over the burden on your shoulders: in the days to come, I will do my best to protect him from the slightest harm; Do your best to nurture him, let him have a brilliant future, and live up to your expectations of him; Do your best to care for him, let him feel the warmth of his father's love and the happiness of his family......

Although, I can't recognize him yet. However, I will be the strongest support behind him, the guiding light on his way forward, the safest haven for him in the face of storms, and the most stable rear in his career...... When the time comes, I will tell him: he is not an orphan, he is not an outcast without a father! His father has always stood behind him, supporting him and helping him......

Zhao Han, I have to go! You have a spirit underground, please bless Ye Ming, bless our poor child! He is the only link between me and you, and the most precious treasure you have left me! I will definitely cherish him and take care of him...... I'll come to see you often if I'm free. After I retire, I would like to move to the foot of this hill, in the same red brick house you have always lived in! ”

As he said this, he glanced at the pile of flames and saw that the woolen coat had been reduced to ashes. Under the cold wind, those ashes flew all over the sky, like countless gray butterflies dancing in the air......

This situation suddenly reminded him of a poem that Chen Jialuo read in "The Biography of the Flying Fox" when he was young when he read Jin Yong's novel: "Vast sorrow, vast catastrophe." At the end of the tanka, the bright moon is missing. Lush and beautiful city, there is blue blood. The blue is sometimes exhausted, the blood is sometimes extinguished, and a wisp of incense is not broken. Yes? Isn't it? Transform into a butterfly! ”

When he read this poem at that time, he only felt that the artistic conception was poignant and moving. And now, when he lost his lover and was immersed in the scene, he really realized Chen Jialuo's heart-wrenching feelings at that time......

After meditating and missing for a while, Secretary Lu looked at the watch on his wrist, and when he saw that it was already half past eight, he picked up his mobile phone, dialed Xu Lizhong's number, and asked him to come up immediately.

Xu Lizhong was actually dozens of meters below Xiaotuping, and he didn't dare to go far at all - after all, Secretary Lu was alone on the top of the mountain, and if something happened, it wasn't a joke!

So, after a few minutes, he ran to the edge of the tomb as fast as he could.

Secretary Lu put on glasses, covered his red eyes, pointed to the pile of ashes on the ground, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Xiao Xu, you clean up this place for me, don't leave any traces of burning." As for the incense and offerings in front of the tombstone, don't remove them, and it's okay to keep them. I'll go down slowly first, and when you're done, I'll catch up, and we'll go down the mountain together. ”

When he had finished his instructions, he walked around the tomb and walked down the hill alone.

Xu Lizhong looked at his staggering back, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy and sadness in his heart - he had always known that Secretary Lu's family was very unfortunate, and his relationship with his lover Gu Huaying was very bad, if it weren't for the two of them having a well-behaved, obedient, filial and sensible daughter Lu Nianzi, they would have divorced a long time ago.

Judging from today's situation, the hostess in this tomb is likely to be Secretary Lu's original lover, and it is very likely to be the key factor that led to the decades-long discord between Secretary Lu and Gu Huaying. Looking at Secretary Lu's pathetic expression, he is still full of affection and longing for this woman who has passed away a long time ago, which shows how deep their relationship will be back then......

Because Zhilu Dao was going to come to the mountain to go to the grave, the careful Xu Lizhong not only prepared incense and candle offerings, but also bought a small folding shovel and brought it in the bag, which happened to be used at this moment: after holding the ashes on the small ash pile and throwing it into the nearby thatched pile, he used a small shovel to shovel away the black scorched earth under the ash pile, and carefully stepped on the newly turned soil with his feet.

In this way, no one can tell that anything was burned here, and it is only possible that someone has worshiped the dead here......

After doing all this, Xu Lizhong took a closer look around the tomb, and after being sure that there were no other flaws, he patted the dust off his body, put the shovel in his bag, and ran down the mountain to chase Secretary Lu.