I shouted loudly, unoblivious to the growing voice.

"Banlei, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Gen shouted in surprise next door, only to hear the sound of "oh", and it didn't take long for people to see her running in a panic.

"Auntie, look, my man is back, Luo Hongxuan is back."

I shouted excitedly to Aunt Gen, and the whole person became as excited as chicken blood, and handed the white jar in my hand to the old woman, motioning for her to look.

Aunt Gen looked at the normal jar and looked at me suspiciously, "Banlei, are you crazy?" ”

She looked at me with suspicion, and it felt like she was looking at a madman.

"No, auntie, green smoke came out of this jar just now, and it was Luo Hongxuan who came back."

I held the white jar in my hand and looked down, but there was still any shadow, the mouth of the altar was still well sealed, I blinked vigorously, could it be that I was wrong just now?

"Little Lei girl, you better go into the house and rest!" As she spoke, Aunt Gen looked at me with infinite pity, stretched out her hand to help me, and led me back to the house.

"Look, it's getting dark, it looks like it's going to rain, you better take this jar back to the house," Aunt Gen helped me to walk into the house and nagged: "Put it for a few days, and when it comes to Sanqi, you will bury Hongxuan!" ”

I saw that the smoke was no longer coming out of the jar, and I couldn't believe that I had seen the wrong eye, was it really too sad for me. I hugged the white jar in my arms tighter, and obediently followed Aunt Gen into the house.

Seeing the desk in the hall, he said to Aunt Gen next to him: "Auntie, do you think it's okay to put Hongxuan here?" ”

When the old woman saw that the table was clean and tidy, she nodded, "Just leave it here." ”

I gently put down the white jar, and the rag that Aunt Gen found for me wiped the desk and put the jar back in place. Aunt Gen helped me set up the incense burner and white candles, and put on the incense. When it was settled, he helped me into the back room and put me back on the bed.

"Xiaolei, you should be hungry too, the old woman will go back and make you a bowl of noodles."

I grabbed her hand to get up and said, "Auntie, no need, I can't eat." As he spoke, he choked up again.

"Alas, rice still has to be eaten, people are iron, rice is steel." She said softly and comfortingly.

"I know, Aunt Gen should go back first, I want to be quiet!" I shook my head and rejected her offer, where could I still eat.

When Aunt Gen saw me say this, she had no choice but to sigh and go back.

I sat half-leaning on the bed, my mind empty, but my heart was clogged. Outside, it had begun to rain, thunderstorms, and large raindrops hit the wooden door, making a "crackling" sound like someone hitting it with a small stone.

A deep sadness enveloped my heart, and my heart seemed to tremble with cold, and I felt like the wooden door, shaking in the thunderstorm. Tears, wet face, helplessness, confusion piled up in my heart, weighing me down so heavily that I couldn't breathe.

A soft sigh rang out, as if ringing in my heart, but it echoed throughout the room. I was so shocked that I opened my aching eyes and looked around the room.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the room through the half-propped wooden window. By this brief light, I saw a figure standing in the corner of the room, and I couldn't see the exact appearance of the figure, but I was sure it was a person.

"Who, who's there?"

No one answered!

I looked around the corner, but the lightning had passed, and the room was pitch black again, and the figure had lost its appearance.

Am I mistaken?

No, I can feel someone in the house!

I got out of bed, put on my shoes haphazardly, and headed for the corner.

The room was cold, it was already midsummer, but it was like late autumn, and a chill hit. I shuddered, not only because of the sudden chill, but also because of fear.

"Who are you?" I felt my voice tremble.

I walked around the corner, and just as I was slowly approaching, there was a sudden "pop" sound. I jumped up in fright, and then a young man's voice came.

"Sister-in-law, open the door, open the door quickly!"

Someone knocked on the door in a hurry outside, and the wooden door was slammed by him.

I clutched my frightened chest, found a match, lit the oil lamp on the table, and went to open the door with the lamp.

I saw Luo Wantian standing outside the door, who was drenched in the rain like a chicken in soup, and his body was dripping with water. When he saw me open the door, he pushed open the half-hidden wooden door and broke in.

"Sister-in-law, Hongxuan...... Hongxuan ...... Is he really dead? ”

Luo Wantian wiped his face, and he didn't know whether it was rain or tears on his face, he looked at me a little helplessly, staring closely, as if he wanted to get a negative answer from my face.

I've never seen him look so flustered, he's Luo Hongxuan's good brother, and the first time I saw him was at my wedding with Luo Hongxuan. At that time, he was high-spirited, witty and humorous, but with a little bit of cynicism, where was he so wolfish as he is now.

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean?" Luo Wantian was anxious, stomped his feet and asked.

I looked at him wordlessly, and when I saw him, I wanted to go to Luo Hongxuan, and the tears that had been dry fell again. I nodded to him and walked towards the hall with the oil lamp.

On the desk of the hall house, there is a white porcelain jar, as well as an incense burner and a white candle. I lit the white candle with an oil lamp, and the light of the fire reflected the white porcelain jar, shooting a faint white light.

When Luo Wantian saw this scene, he was stunned on the spot. I looked up and saw a look of disbelief on his pale handsome face. After a long while, he "plopped" on his knees on the ground, kneeling and crawling to approach the desk.

"Hongxuan ......"

He choked, put his hands on the desk, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and his shoulders trembled.

I think he must be very sad, after all, they are brothers who grew up together, and there is nothing wrong with the deep friendship.

In the past few years, Luo Hongxuan has not been at home, Luo Wantian and Luo Hongyan have taken care of me from time to time, otherwise it would be difficult for me to survive as a weak woman in Luojia Village, a foreign woman with no relatives and no reason.

Luo Wantian often said that he was Luo Hongxuan's good brother, and it was natural to take care of his daughter-in-law. When Luo Hongxuan comes back, he will definitely invite him to take credit in front of him.

It's just that now that Luo Hongxuan is dead, he will no longer have a chance to ask for credit!

"Sister-in-law......"

"Uh......"

I came back to my senses and saw that Luo Wantian had gotten up and was looking at me sympathetically.

"Sister-in-law, you mourn!" Luo Wantian's voice had returned to normal, but his eyes had a deep sadness that could not be dissolved.

I nodded, indicating that I was okay and that I was grateful that he had come to see me.