Aunt Xiu is gone, just like she told Miaozhi, the living people have to continue to live. She wanted Aunt Xiu to be buried early and reincarnate into a good family as soon as possible, so the funeral was scheduled for the second day.

Miao Zhi originally paid the money to let Toshiba go home, but Toshiba actually volunteered to wake up for Aunt Xiu, which shows that she and Aunt Xiu have true feelings for so many days.

The small mourning hall was silent, only the big word "Dian" on the black curtain of white paper flowers was eye-catching and dazzling, Miao Zhi looked a little haggard, the white gauze skirt was covered with sackcloth, and only a plain white paper flower was inserted in the hair, kneeling on the futon mat and looking at the mahogany coffin behind the offering table in a daze.

She thought of her mother in the 21st century, whether she was as empty as she is now after learning the news of her death.

Toshiba was also dressed in plain white linen, with a linen hood on his head, and lit it in a charcoal basin with a stack of yellow mounted paper, sobbing and crying while burning.

After Yuan Hongxuan came, Toshiba just ignited the last piece of yellow mounted paper in his hand, and the flickering flames fluttered a few times in the charcoal basin, and then the light paper ash fell leisurely.

The Qimang behind him was holding two paper cranes in his hands, and the cold young man who looked like Yuan Hongxuan looked a little funny at this time. It was Xiang Yan who called him in a low voice, and then he was relieved and stood the paper crane in the open space not far from the mourning hall.

Yuan Hongxuan took the incense offered by Toshiba, bowed down three times, and then inserted it into the incense burner on the offering table by Toshiba.

"Miss?" Toshiba pulled Miaozhi's sleeve, and then called her back in a daze.

Raising her eyes, she met Yuan Hongxuan's somewhat worried eyes, and she had no choice but to unnaturally adjust the sackcloth on her body, so she turned her face away.

"It was I who bothered Lao Xiangyan to send me a message, so today Aunt Xiu was buried, and I came to pay tribute." Yuan Hongxuan looked at the woman in front of him, just one day, her already slender waist was even more slender, and her small chin was pointy. Although she tried her best to make outsiders look calm at this time, she still couldn't hide the loss of soul in her bones.

"Even though you say you don't have to be like this, I want to say thank you." Miao Zhi took a deep breath, and the corners of her pale mouth hooked up a smile.

There were no drums to play, no farewell to be sprinkled, so Miao Zhi hired four rough men to quietly carry Aunt Xiu's coffin to a small hillside outside the city. The slope of the hill is not large, but the surrounding trees are thick, the mountain flowers are blooming, butterflies fluttering, busy bees can be seen everywhere, and the scenery is beautiful.

The swarthy and rugged men worked together to hang the coffin down the dug tomb, and then the loess flew and turned into a small grave bag.

There is no monument in front of the tomb, and only an offering platform is built with stones of uniform size. On the table, the fruit and snacks are complete, and the smoke of incense is curling.

For half a month, Miao Zhi spent all her time in a muddy nightmare. Almost every night, she would dream, and the dreams were chaotic and the figures overlapped. Several times she woke up in shock, and Ning'er had no choice but to set up a rattan bed next to her bed and keep watch it every day.

Zhen Yuqian also came several times, and saw that the little sister couldn't lift her spirits all day long, and she didn't even take half a step out of the door, so he could only change his way to bring her some new and interesting gadgets on the street, or listen to some strange stories from the mouth of the teahouse storyteller.

Even so, it still can't stop Miao Zhi from losing weight day by day, maybe Aunt Xiu's death hit her too hard, or maybe it was like a shadow all night

The night was thick, and the moon in the sky seemed to be lacking, so I hid behind the clouds and watched it. Although the autumn tiger has great stamina, it still can't stop the cheerful footsteps of the rain doll.

Ning Er took the lampshade away, and blew out the flame on the red candle with a "whew", and the room immediately became a little dim, the incense burner on the sandalwood table was curling with green smoke, and the stove was lit with spices to calm the nerves and help sleep.

After Aunt Xiu left, Miss couldn't sleep well every day, and she dreamed every night after lighting soothing incense. She stepped forward to take a look, and the young lady finally slept more peacefully.

Ning Er tore off the loose coat draped over her shoulders, yawned, and lay down on the soft rattan bed.

She was still a little uneasy, straightened her neck slightly, and glanced at the big bed surrounded by light gauze again.

The woman's skin in the bed is as white as jade, her black hair is casually draped on the embroidered pillow, and she is wearing a lake-green sundress with a pink bedding under her body, which makes her shoulders and white feet exposed in the air faintly glow with a warm luster.

Ning Er yawned a few times sleepily, and fell asleep with her little head on the pillow.

The night flowed quietly, and the people on the bed were not sleeping very well, her eyebrows were frowning tightly, her lips were tightly pursed, and even her small jade toes were tense and straight.

In the dream, I came to the shallow mercy pavilion again, the cold moonlight illuminated the surrounding qiē, the dilapidated gate and the faded ruined courtyard wall made Miao Zhi remember it vividly, but the strange thing is that every time she was like a faint soul, closely following behind a woman. She couldn't touch the woman, and she didn't seem to notice her behind her.

The woman was dressed as a young lady, but only the back of her jet-black head could be seen.

The woman carefully hid, Miao Zhi also followed her step by step to hide, the dream always played out the same picture in the past few days, and I saw Ling Shuirong again, she was wearing a low-key dark green Luo skirt, followed by Jiang's mother, Xi Hong, and an unknown maid.

A few people looked around, and then quickly stepped into the gate of the shallow mercy pavilion. The woman poked her head out from under the low broken wall, knotted the Luo skirt that was in the way at her feet, and followed lightly.

Miao Zhi was a little impatient, for nearly half a month, she went back to doing the same thing with the woman in her dream, but she would wake up and scatter her dream at a critical moment, and she couldn't figure anything out.

However, dreams are dreams, and you can't think of them or not. Jumping down from the low wall, the woman hid in the weeds not far from the small building.

In front of the tattered building, Ling Shuirong's dark green skirt fluttered up and down in the night breeze, and even the broken hair on her face was blown behind her ears by a gust of wind, revealing her beautiful face, but the weird and fierce smile at the corner of her lips added a touch of infiltrating coolness to the boundless night.

The moon above his head was a little brighter, and the light white moonlight made everything in the small courtyard more clear, Xi Hong stood indifferently behind Ling Shuirong, and Mother Jiang and the maid she didn't know turned around and entered the dark dilapidated building.

There was a glimmer of light in the building, and the light was extremely weak, as if a small wind could make the building fall into darkness again.

Arrived, arrived, even as a spectator of a virtual soul in a dream, she could especially sense her nervousness. In the past, I would wake up every day at this time, but will this time be different?