When I heard this, tears fell like rain, "No, it's impossible, how can a good person go out for three years and come back with a jar of ashes?" You sue me, he's not dead, he's not dead, is he? ”

I cried bitterly, my body staggered, and my mind went blank.

Ji Minghui hurriedly came over and helped me, "Miss Banlei, please mourn!" ”

At this time, the cry was heard in the courtyard next door, and Aunt Gen hurriedly opened the courtyard door, stepped over, and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

When she saw Ji Minghui, she was surprised, but she didn't have time to pay attention to him, she stretched out her hand to help me, and comforted me anxiously.

"Little Lei girl, don't cry yet, have something to say."

I just cried bitterly, unable to respond, looking at the white porcelain jar on the table, it was hard to believe that this was true, Luo Hongxuan really couldn't come back.

His appearance appeared in front of my eyes, the gentle smile, the handsome face, and the tall figure, all suddenly became clear.

It turns out that I haven't forgotten jì, it turns out that he is in the bottom of my heart, it turns out that we have been separated forever!

Tears blurred my eyes and heart, and I couldn't breathe in pain. I didn't believe that he left me like this, his heart ached, rolling, and at this moment, I realized that he had long been ingrained in my heart!

Seeing this, Aunt Gen had no choice but to nod at Ji Minghui and said, "The old woman will help her into the house to rest first, please sit down." ”

Ji Minghui nodded, and Aunt Gen helped me to the back room.

Ji Minghui looked at the two people who left, and felt that the entrusted matter was finally over, so he got up, quietly walked out of the courtyard gate, and walked the way he was going.

In the room, I could faintly hear my cries and Aunt Gen's comfort.

At this time, a gust of wind passed in the yard, and the branches and leaves of the old locust tree made a "rustling" sound, and the leaves of the tree fell, falling on the small stone table with the wind, and a few leaves fell on the white jar on the stone table, making a gentle sound.

The old locust tree in the courtyard is at least more than 100 years old, with a thick trunk and lush branches and leaves, like an umbrella, which almost covers the entire small courtyard.

At this time, the old locust tree moved because of the wind, as if someone shook its branches, and the wind rolled up the branches and leaves, and fell the sound of "rustling".

The white jar on the stone table shook at this time, and the wind blew more and more shaded. At the mouth of the altar, which was originally sealed, a yin qi slowly rose, and the sky became darker and darker, as if night was falling.

At the mouth of the altar, crimson blood suddenly flowed, like red roses spreading on the white altar, and the shocking red looked extremely infiltrating against the white background.

The yin qi gathered more and more, and after a while, a black human form was formed, floating above the mouth of the altar.

"Old woman," Uncle Gen's loud voice came from the courtyard next door, "What's going on with this ghostly weather, the sun is shining just now." ”

Uncle Gen walked out of the house and saw that the sky was as dark as night, and looked at the sky a little strangely.

"Old woman, old woman," Uncle Gen saw that his old wife did not respond, and shouted louder and louder.

"Alas, old man, what are you calling?"

Aunt Gen, who was still comforting me, finally got tired of the old man's call and walked out of the house.

"Yo, what's going on?"

She was no less surprised than the old man of her family when she saw that the sky, which was originally noon and the sun was shining, suddenly became as black as ink.

At this time, the jar on the stone table no longer swayed, the wind gradually stopped, and the yin qi retracted back into the jar as if returning to the camera. The white jar was intact, and this qiē seemed to have changed back to its original state when Aunt Gen went out, so that she didn't notice anything unusual in the yard at all.

She looked up at the sky, only to see the dark sky, covered by layers of dark clouds, a ray of sunlight slowly penetrated the clouds, shining down, like a sharp arrow penetrating layers of black fog, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and in an instant, disappeared without a trace.

Aunt Gen felt strange in her heart, but she didn't take it seriously, and shouted to her own old man outside the courtyard wall, "Old man, I'll be back later." ”

When Uncle Gen saw that she answered, he didn't say anything more, and then turned around and went back to his house.

When Aunt Gen returned to the house, she saw me half-leaning on the bed, my face was full of tears, but there were no tears coming out, my eyes were blank, my hands were hanging weakly, and my whole person became lifeless.

"Alas," Aunt Gen sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Xiaolei, you want to open up, it's all fate!" ”

After all, Aunt Gen is an honest mountain person, and she doesn't know how to comfort people, so after speaking, she accompanied me to cry silently.

At this time, where can I still listen to any words, the whole person is immersed in my own world, and it feels like the sky has fallen.

Aunt Gen sat for a while, then got up and said, "Xiaolei, you mourn, since people die, you can live with peace of mind." Alas, poor boy you widow at a young age! ”

She sighed and slowly stood up.

I came back to my senses, reluctantly got up, and said to Aunt Gen: "Old aunt, go back, I'm fine." ”

Aunt Gen shook her head, knowing that it was useless to persuade her, so she left the house and went back.

I leaned back on the bed again weakly, and the back of the man as he left home appeared in my mind, and the long figure was so clear now. I regret that I didn't stop him from leaving, and if I had let go of my reserve and begged him not to leave, maybe he wouldn't have died.

It's just that it's the hardest thing in the world to buy regret medicine, and now it's all in vain! It's all doomed, it's me who killed my loved ones again! If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have left, and he wouldn't have died.

It didn't take long for the old man's loud voice to come from next door: "Old woman, what's the matter?" ”

"Alas," Aunt Gen sighed, "life is hard, how should I live this day!" ”

As she spoke, her voice gradually decreased, and she was faintly heard saying, "Luo Hongxuan didn't come back, and someone came to deliver the message, and he died outside......

I listened, and tears came down again. I thought that within two years of my marriage, my father and mother had passed away one after another. Even if I am not at home, my parents will inevitably die, am I really the life of my relatives, not only my family, but also my husband?

I was expecting to live on my husband, but I didn't expect him to leave home in three months of marriage, and I know that he must have another hidden reason when he leaves home, not just to go out to make a living, otherwise he would not have been heard from for three years.

I waited for three years, day and night, hoping that he would return safely, not expecting to live a rich and noble life, but hoping that the husband and wife would be harmonious, and that they would be able to have a few babies and live a safe life.

Is such a wish also an extravagant hope?

He died in a foreign land, so how can I hope in the future?

Outside, the sunny weather had become overcast again, with gusting winds and thunder.

The thunder woke me up, and I suddenly remembered that my husband's ash jar was still outside, so I got up and staggered out of the house by the threshold.

I saw that in the courtyard, on the stone table, the white jar, the yin qi was swirling, and a wisp of green smoke was slowly rising in the yin wind. My eyes widened, and I suddenly had the strength in my body, and I threw myself on the stone table.

"Hongxuan, are you back?"

With tears in my eyes, I stretched out and held the white jar, shaking it excitedly.

"Hongxuan, are you relieved that you can't be a wife, are you really back?"