Shang Ying probably never thought that the death of the third uncle would be such a huge blow to the beginning of the month.

On the bed, she slept very unsteadily. His eyes were closed, his delicate eyebrows were knotted, and his teeth were clenched. Exposed, the slender hands like green onions also hold on to the thin quilt.

Yuehua leaned into the room coolly, reflecting her little face fluorescent like jade. Almost subconsciously, he reached out and pointed his finger at the center of her eyebrows, trying to soothe the unease.

When Xiu Mei stretched out as he thought, he was shocked at what he was doing at the moment. He just wanted to come in and have a look, but a hint of strangeness passed through his heart, and he looked at him and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the slender hand let go of the thin quilt and grabbed Shang Ying's big hand. Shang Ying was slightly startled, and was about to withdraw it but found that Yue Yue was holding it extremely tightly, and even put his hand on his face.

Shocked to see that her eyes were still closed, but compared to the stiffness just now, the little face ironed in her hand at this time seemed to be stable and peaceful, and the corners of her mouth even had a slight sense of relief.

"Father......" she murmured. Rubbing towards the dry and warm source, a delicate face. It's something I've never seen before.

Shang Ying was stunned for a moment, but finally sighed lightly and did not leave.

The next day, it was dark, and birds were chirping.

Yun Xiang carried a pot of medicinal tea and came to the front of the room at the beginning of the month. She was sent back after fainting at the beginning of last night, and she was troubled and had not slept all night, so she got up to boil the pot to calm the tea. Qingdai and Ying'er were still busy in Maocun, so she brought tea by herself.

I was thinking about sending it to her room, and thinking that she might not wake up, so it was better not to knock on the door and put the tea on the desk. So she gently pushed the door in, put the medicinal tea on the table outside, she looked inside, and saw that through the veil, there seemed to be a person lying on his stomach in front of the bed at the beginning of the month.

Indigo is back?

She stepped forward in confusion, gently lifted the veil, and Shang Ying, dressed in a bright color, appeared in front of her. At the beginning of the month, he was lying on the couch and slept very deeply, and so was Shang Ying, who was lying on the edge of the couch.

Yun Xiang was startled, put down the veil lightly, and quietly left the room as fast as possible. As she exited the room, she gasped, still amazed at what she had just seen.

Sang-young? Month?

Yun Xiang was a little dazed, and finally could only purse his lips and leave thoughtfully.

Since the night of the third uncle's death, there have been no more dead people in Mao Village for half a month, and there are hundreds of people who entered the village at first, and now there are dozens of people left.

The reconstruction of Dongqiu City is progressing very quickly with the help of the Black Armor Army. When the city opened, the new city gate stood in front of the beginning of the month, allowing her to regain a glimmer of relief that had been low for days.

The village was flattened and converted into an ancestral hall. The title is the county order temple, in order to pay tribute to the third uncle of the people of Dongqiu who still thinks about the people of Dongqiu until his death.

Five days later, July 15.

Zhongyuan to.

During the day, at the beginning of the month, I wore a plain white dress and walked around Dongqiu, when the reconstruction was nearing the end and the resettlement of the victims had been completed.

Every household has hung a lantern with "Yin De Pudu" written on it, and incense tables and sacrificial steamed buns are placed at the door.

After thinking about it, she went to the pottery shop to buy incense candles and lanterns, and the shopkeeper saw that she wanted them, and insisted on not accepting the money. At the beginning of the month, Wan Er smiled and looked at the incense candle in his hand, but he didn't expect to have this benefit.

When I returned to the county office, I saw Sang-young sitting in the courtyard in a moon-white robe, holding a letter in his hand. Just looking up at the beginning of the month, his eyes froze, and he said for a moment: "I should go." ”

The first day of the month was stiff, "When?" ”

"Tomorrow." Shang Ying's eyes darkened slightly.

"Hmm."

"What's in your hand?" He looked down and noticed what was in his hand at the beginning of the month.

"Some candles and incense sticks and stuff." She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. “

Shang Ying nodded, and walked over to take the items in her hand, "I'll let people prepare the road sacrifice." As he spoke, he saw Moon's hand shrink behind him.

"I ...... I'll do it myself. She said, her voice a little cold.

Shang Ying was stunned for a moment, only to feel that her reaction suddenly became a little strange, and thought a little: "Someone has to hang the lantern, I'll hang it." Without waiting for her to refuse, she took the lantern in her hand and headed towards the gate.

At the beginning of the month, he looked back at Shang Ying's back, and a touch of annoyance came to his heart, annoying not others but himself.

A small case was placed outside the county office, with incense and white candles lit. At the beginning of the month, he threw three sticks of incense and stood in front of the case. Qing Dai squatted beside the small stove and burned paper money.

Every family is setting up road sacrifices, burning paper money, and the wind is filled with thick smoke and fire, all for the sake of Pudu, who died in this catastrophe. At the beginning of the month, my heart sank, and I remembered what the third uncle said on the night of his death, and my eyes turned spineless.

"Miss?" Feeling the strangeness of the beginning of the month, Qingdai called softly.

"It's fine." At the beginning of the month, he wiped his eyes, "let the smoke give the ...... smoke"

After getting along for so long and figuring out her temper at the beginning of the month, Qingdai nodded and didn't speak, and continued to burn her paper money.

After offering incense, at the beginning of the month, he was about to turn around and go home, when Yunxiang came.

"Cui Bo arranged for the troupe to set up a stage at the county temple to sing the words, let's go and see it." Zhongyuan set up a stage to sing on this day in order to settle the lonely souls and wild ghosts, which is a unique custom in Caozhou, Yun Xiang has never seen it, and he wants to listen to it.

"Later, we will go to the Weishui River to put lights on and show the way for the second and third uncles." Seeing that she was a little hesitant at the beginning of the month, she added another sentence. At the beginning of the month, he nodded in agreement.

A simple cloth shed was erected in the open space in front of the county order ancestral hall, and many villagers had gathered at this time. They all come to listen to the play, and they usually sing a few more plays to entertain the villagers.

At the beginning of the month, she sat in front of the stage, looking at the old woman with a thick layer of powder on the stage in a daze, waving her cloud sleeves from time to time, singing something in her mouth, she couldn't understand, probably the dialect of Caozhou.

Yun Xiang seemed to be quite interested in these and listened with relish. At the beginning of the month, it was not good to dismiss her, so I accompanied her to listen to it all the time, and after the play was over, a few people went to the Weishui River again.

At this time, the riverside was already full of villagers who put river lanterns, and they all greeted each other happily when they saw the moon coming.

"Lord Hang is also here to put the river lanterns, right?" A lamp vendor laughed.

"How much does a river lantern cost?" The moon nodded and said.

The peddler smiled, picked two of the most chic river lanterns and handed them to Yueyue and Yunxiang and said, "The two adults are the benefactors of Dongqiu, so they can ask for money?" ”

Yue Yi was stunned and smiled calmly.

Light the river lantern, carefully place it in the water, and watch it follow the water all the way into the distance. The surface of the river is full of lotus lanterns, and the light of the fire gathers to illuminate the river.

The Chu people believe that the back of every river is the road to the underworld, and the deceased are led to the reincarnation by the lights set up by their relatives, but those lonely souls and wild ghosts can only stay in the world to wander. Therefore, on the day of the Middle Yuan, there will be people who go to the river to put lanterns to guide the way for those who do not know each other, and accumulate a point of yin virtue.

"The river is so bright, the third uncle, they must be able to find their way back." Looking at the glittering river, Yun Xiang muttered softly.

"Hmm."

Wait until the lights are put on and go home.

As soon as he entered, he saw Shang Ying standing in the lobby, and there was a person kneeling beside him, it was Lu Dayong. (To be continued.) )