Pishan is not far from the capital, here is a famous mountain and river, due to the arrival of spring, many talented and beautiful people will choose these days to come to Bishan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, due to the rugged mountain paths, most people who come to visit do not choose to go up the mountain. There is a clear lake at the foot of the mountain, and the green that is expected to disappear is enough for the young people who come to the green to make them stay.

Shen Qiwu's mother is buried in this beautiful mountain.

Shen Qiwu was wearing a light casual dress today, a silent black dress, walking on the rocky road with small brute boots.

As in previous years, Shen Fuguo did not accompany Shen Qiwu to worship his deceased wife on the grounds of state affairs, but only sent some guards with some martial arts skills in the mansion to come.

Shen Qiwu sneered at Shen Fuguo's move, feeling unfair for his mother, in his eyes, Shen Fuguo had even lost the last layer of disguise, and he didn't even bother to disguise his father's appearance.

Huan'er supported Shen Qiwu on the mountain road slowly, although the scenery of this mountain is beautiful, but the road up the mountain is so rugged that it is difficult to go up for a while.

"My mother is really good, why do you have to be with this mountain." Shen Qiwu's forehead oozed dense beads of sweat, she wiped it with a handkerchief, and said complainingly.

The tomb of Prince Shen Qiwu is buried on the halfway of this mountain, and it is very pleasant to be surrounded by mountains and rivers, but Shen Qiwu can't understand his mother's mind at all.

Don't go back to your hometown, don't go into the fire.

And so he was buried in this mountain.

You must know that the ancients' feelings for their hometown were very complicated, and it was very unlucky to bury their bones in a foreign country. But Shen Qiwu's mother not only didn't care, but before she died, she insisted that Shen Fuguo bury her bones on this mountain.

I don't know what kind of strange feelings my mother has for this mountain, and even the place behind her has to choose here.

Unfortunately, at this time, there was a light drizzle in the sky, which added a little coolness to the green mountain.

When I went out today, I was fortunate that Huan'er prepared an oil-paper umbrella, otherwise I was afraid that I would have to go to worship my mother in the rain.

The rain makes the trail more difficult. Shen Qiwu had just recovered from his injuries, and his body was already weak, so he stopped and rested after a long time.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of tall trees on the mountain, and you can shelter from the rain everywhere, plus Huan'er is holding an umbrella by her side, Shen Qiwu is just sitting on a boulder.

I've been in this world for a while, but I've never experienced the scenery of this world properly. Shen Qiwu didn't know what to think in his heart, he only felt that the mountain in the rain had a unique charm.

"Miss, let's go on. Later, if it rains heavily, it will be even more difficult for us to go up the mountain. Huan'er was holding an oil-paper umbrella, her shoulders were exposed outside the umbrella and drenched in a lot of rain, she said with some concern.

This spring rain came at the right time, but it started to fall when they were about to go up the mountain, and I don't know what this god thinks.

Shen Qiwu nodded, she was also a little worried, because this rain was really out of place.

Anything that rains is not a good weather.

Shen Qiwu stood up, because he had been sitting for a long time, his body was in a trance, and a black shadow seemed to flash in the corner of his eyes.

"Huan'er, did you see a figure just now?"

Shen Qiwu rubbed his eyes, thinking that he might have had his eyes. She saw a dark shadow flash at the edge, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the dense forest.

Huan'er shook her head, she looked around and saw nothing, only fallen leaves dripping with raindrops and a hazy sky.

Shen Qiwu stopped for a while, she looked at the green on both sides of the mountain road, and thought for a while, "Let's go, continue to go up the mountain." ”

They had only been on the mountain for a short time, and there was still some distance from the halfway up the mountain, and the spring rain had delayed a lot of time on the road.

Shen Qiwu didn't know if it was an illusion, she would look back every time she walked a distance.

Raindrops dripped in front of my eyes, and many of them fell on my clothes, making people feel cool.

It always seemed that someone was secretly coveting her, which made her feel a little dull. She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts in her mind.

Because whether or not someone is really following, only she feels this way.

Huan'er held an oil-paper umbrella and guarded her in the rain.

Shen Qiwu walked forward without saying a word, and did not look back.

She thought about seeing her mother earlier, and there was a faint feeling driving her, maybe she would feel better when she saw her.

Halfway up the mountainside, a green meadow is exposed.

There was a tomb there, and it stood quietly.

Grass and vines crawl everywhere, and the stone tablets are engraved with clear words, telling of a different kind of desolation.

Somehow, Shen Qiwu's eyes were sour and red.

She had never seen this relative, even in the broken memories in the depths of her soul, the memories that belonged to Shen Qiwu in this world, her mother never left the slightest smile.

But a mother is a mother, even if you don't remember her voice and smile, but when you stand in her bones, your heart will involuntarily tremble, because this is the warmth flowing in the blood.

Shen Qiwu has been here before, but he has never felt so much.

Probably now she is no longer the former Shen Qiwu, she has one more person's memory and one more person's softness.

The spring rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, and with the sound of ticking, Huan'er stood quietly behind Shen Qiwu.

Shen Qiwu's hand was caressing the stone tablet, and there was a cold and moist touch in her palm, which made her heart inexplicably quiet.

The tomb of Shen's deceased wife Wang Ying.

Shen Fuguo met Wang Ying in this mountain that year, that year, he was still a heroic young man, his eyes were all arrogant, she was a beautiful woman wearing strange clothes and mysterious origins, and she was extremely arrogant. One of them went up the hill, and the other went down the hill. simply fate brought them together, so Wang Ying finally married Shen Fuguo.

It's on this mountain.

Wang Ying came here.

Shen Fuguo also came here.

Fate played a joke on Wang Ying and made her cry and laugh. Wang Ying smiled in vain and stared at this place through endless hours.

The spring rain is still dripping.

Shen Qiwu didn't know what she seemed to think, she shook her head slightly, and she looked at the tomb quietly.

A figure swayed in the distance.

The corners of Shen Qiwu's eyes jumped slightly, maybe she saw it or not, she frowned with a hint of worry.