"Tea before the rain, is it good?"

"Fresh pineapples, isn't it delicious?"

……

Seeing Wu Zhaorong dangling in front of him diligently, Wu Zhaoyan was a little impatient. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sister, I'm thinking about things, don't make trouble." He said.

"Oh." Wu Zhaorong sat back to the side, and sure enough, he didn't speak anymore.

For a moment, Wu Zhaoyan seemed to have a clue.

He took out a sachet from his arms and said to Wu Zhaorong, "Sister, come and take a look, do you recognize this sachet?" ”

As soon as Wu Zhaorong heard that Wu Zhaoyan had something to ask her, he raised his spirit again.

"Sachet ......"

She looked carefully, remembered something, and her eyes lit up.

"Look at this pattern and shape, it looks like it was given to the Shen family girl when the second girl of the Mei family left Wenchi, but I remember that the handiwork was very rough at that time, and it seems that it has become a fine product."

She wasn't quite sure.

I see.

The corners of Wu Zhaoyan's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he put away the sachet.

Wen Chi, Mei Caiyu, Shen Yueran, Lord Wei, Shao Yunru, Da Aishan, Mrs. Wei......

What a soft spot.

It was only a moment, and the mockery at the corners of his mouth was replaced by a deep groan.

If the old girl becomes married to Master Wei, he won't be able to get half of the benefits......

******

Because of the paper tie thing, Shen Yueran did not go back to the suburbs of Beijing directly, but found a paper tie shop in the capital, and watched how the paper tie master did it on the side with the reason of buying paper tie.

I saw that the master cut three feet with a bamboo pole, three or five feet high, and weaved it into the shape of a lamp nest, that is, into a bon, and then hung clothes and money to burn on it.

She is already proficient in handicrafts, and she understands it at a glance. He also looked at other styles, such as the boots and shoes of the underworld, the hat with a hat, the golden rhino ribbon, and the colorful clothes, and kept them in mind. Then I bought bamboo poles, bamboo strips, paper, colored paper, etc., and brought them back to the suburbs of Beijing.

The two stayed up all night to make paper products full of a wheelbarrow, including paper figures, paper horses, cash cows, money flags, gold and silver mountains, archways, poultry and so on.

During the Qingming season, there was no rainy scene, but the sky was slightly gray.

Shen Yueran pushed the wheelbarrow and waited at the foot of Da Ai Mountain early.

After a while, Shen Rihui's family of three arrived in a carriage.

Wu Zhaorong is reasonable, he made two full packs of sugar cake and sesame candy, and bought incense.

Several people went up the mountain together, swept the tomb, burned paper, the Shen family brothers and sisters were relatively weeping for a while, recalling some of the past, Wu Zhaorong said that it was dark and the road was not easy to walk, urging to go back.

Shen Yueran didn't want to leave.

She sometimes felt as if Shen Minggong had been dead for a long time, because many things had happened since she came to the capital, but sometimes she felt that Shen Minggong had just died, because she always remembered the scene of his departure that day, as if it was yesterday.

Personnel are impermanent, she sighed, and there was still a little remorse in her heart.

"Brother, sister-in-law, why don't you take Chong'er back first, I'm close to here, just a walk, I want to stay here with my father for a while." She said.

"That's fine." Shen Rihui was not reluctant.

"Look at the sky, don't forget the hour, it's too late to go back." He admonished.

Shen Yueran agreed, and watched the three members of the Shen family go down the mountain.

Shen Yueran knelt alone in front of Shen Minggong's tomb and burst into tears.

It wasn't until she felt a chill, about the end of the day, that she got up, reluctantly glanced at the grave again, and slowly walked down the mountain.

At this time, most of the people who worshiped left the worship, and the fragrance and popularity of the mountain gradually decreased. She turned a hill and vaguely saw the back of a man in mourning clothes, kneeling in front of a grave, motionless, without the intention of leaving.

The soil is fresh, and it is estimated that the new grave will be completed, and the relatives will go to ......

She couldn't help but feel sad, and was about to lift her feet, but saw the man pick up a lantern in the shape of a red-faced rabbit from his side and burn it.

Red-faced bunny?

She froze under her feet.

A pale face came to mind.

"No more?"

"Who knows? Having a weak breath all day is no different from death. ”

She inexplicably remembered the conversation between the two subordinates who wore the armbands of the Zhou family that day.

Could it be-

She walked quickly to the man, looked at the tombstone, and saw the seven big characters engraved on it: "The Soul of the Ancestor Wife Chen".

Chen?

Which Chan?

When her gaze fell on the face of the kneeling man, she was startled......

*****

"I was sick for five years, I was bedridden for a month, I died for a while, and I was buried in peace."

Zhou An looked lonely and muttered in a low voice.

Chen's illness died?!

Shen Yueran was sad.

It was a weak, kind woman, who was as weak as a candle in the wind, but it was still difficult to accept the sudden knowledge that she was gone.

"She always said that she wanted to go back to Jiangdong to have a look, but I didn't even nod my head until she left, she left with the mind that she couldn't go back in this life."

The expression on Zhou An's face couldn't tell whether it was calm or depressed, faint and cool, but Shen Yueran was concerned.

She only felt that she could understand all his feelings, and there was nothing more regretful than being able to recover it......

Shen Yueran knelt beside him, kowtowed three times to Chen's tombstone, and put on three pillars of incense.

"The third young master should not blame himself, the dead are gone, and the living take care."

She said it to Zhou An, but also to herself.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhou An's lips.

"The dead will not rest in peace, the living will not be at ease, and death is sometimes not a relief, but a shackle." His gaze always fell on Chen's tombstone.

"Why?" Shen Yueran was puzzled.

She could feel the strong sense of guilt on Zhou Anze's body, but she didn't understand where this guilt came from.

"Have you ever seen such a sloppy white thing?" Zhou An looked at her with no doubt in his eyes.

Shen Yueran looked around.

There is no practice, no soul-inducing, no singing platform, and even the wild grass has not been pulled out, such a white thing is indeed shabby for the third young lady of the Zhou family......

"I—"

Shen Yueran opened her mouth and closed it again.

She wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know where to start.

He is a concubine, his wife is a concubine, the contempt and neglect of the Zhou family are all here, she doesn't have to pretend to be a well-wisher to say good things, and say those things that make her feel false.

"Have you ever seen a man like this?" Zhou An asked again, still unquestionable in his eyes.

Of course, Shen Yueran understood who the "man" in his mouth meant.

"Third Young Master, it's not your fault—" she said weakly.

Born to be born, who can choose?

She understood his pain, but she didn't know how to help him.

"It's not my fault, whose fault is it?"

"Knowing that her status is embarrassing, why did you bring her to the capital?"

"Knowing that she is weak, why should she suffer from the fatigue of the journey?"

"I know she needs to recuperate, why do you want her to go with me to visit relatives and friends?"

"Whose fault is it that I know she needs to be with her, but I don't always be by my side?"

"Knowing that her life is short, but he refuses to take her back to Jiangdong and let her die in a foreign land, whose fault is this?!"

Zhou An's originally calm eyes were filled with tears. (To be continued.) )