The eldest lady pricked up her ears, and the crescent moon eyes blinked a few times in succession. She quietly kept Feng Wuchen's words in her heart, and made a small door and a small bridge when no one was around, so that Li'er could quietly put it in the position that Feng Wuchen pointed out.

"Master, this time Yun'er entered Beijing and brought back the best tobacco ...... in the capital."

"Let someone send it to me!" Before the eldest lady finished speaking, a trace of disgust flashed on Jin Chi's face. He turned to Feng Wuchen and said, "Brother Feng, can you play a game of chess with me?" ”

"Sir!"

The eldest lady said quickly when Jin Chi turned around: "This time Yun'er met someone when he entered Beijing. ”

Feng Wuchen looked at the eldest lady with a smile, and Jin Chi's back had already walked behind the rockery. He blinked, motioned to the eldest lady to hurry up, and if he missed the opportunity, he would never be able to speak again.

"Master, did you remember Zhu Li?"

I saw Jin Chi's footsteps suddenly pause, but the hesitation flashed in the corner of his eyes for a moment, although he was full of doubts, he still strode away.

The eldest lady glanced at Feng Wuchen blankly, and the old Taoist priest who was out of tune quietly gave a thumbs up, nodded and followed with a smile.

There are not many books in Jinchi's study, but it is full of all kinds of woodcuts. From the point of view of workmanship, it is not from the hands of famous artists, but more like Jinchi himself in his spare time.

"Brother Jin, your chess game is really bad!"

Feng Wuchen put down the sunspot in his hand, played with the Luban lock on the bookcase, and stumped him around. Leaning over, the blacks on the chessboard happened to be connected, and the whites of Jinchi were eaten all over the river.

After spending a whole afternoon, Jinchi was absent-minded in every plate. Feng Wuchen put down the Luban lock and paced behind Jin Chi, "What you have in your heart is what you have, and what you don't have in your heart is nothing." There is no doing, worrying! Doing nothing, hurting the gods! ”

That night, Jin Chi still went to Jinxiao Garden.

The wind is still cold. Linlang prepared a lot of paper money early and walked out of the city alone. Although the willows have sprouted, they are not yet able to cover the gray spots left by the winter.

Mass graves.

In the southern suburbs of Jincheng, the terrain here is low, and it will turn into a sea every rainy season. At the beginning, I don't know who chose this place, and buried the deceased relatives who could not enter the ancestral grave here, and over time, a lonely grave without a monument was erected in the depression one after another. In the summer, these lonely graves are soaked in rainwater, leaving only a small bag of earth on the surface of the water.

According to custom, those who have died in vain, as well as the heirs of those who have not married a family, are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall after death, and those who are still in the family are still alive and whose wife is sick and cannot enter.

Whenever there is a sacrifice, the mass graves will cry, miserable, and attract pity in people's hearts.

Linlang carried a basket of paper money in her right hand and covered it with her other hand, for fear of being blown away by the strong wind. Every step he took, Panche's heart became sour, and when he arrived at the mass grave, he heard the heart-rending wail, his nose was sore, and tears of longing suddenly welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Mother, it's been ten years! Has anyone ever come to worship you? Linlang couldn't help but speed up her pace, the closer she looked, the more impatient she became.

At the east end of the mass grave, there is a mound of earth connected to it. They rise and fall, separated from each other. This mound is the burial place of all the people of the Lin family back then. Ten years apart, it was overgrown with weeds, and it was connected by mud and it was impossible to tell which one was whose grave.

Linlang walked by herself. A small lonely mound of earth at the east end of the mass graveyard gradually emerged. Ten years of wind and rain are about to smooth out the tomb, if it weren't for Jin Chi's repeated emphasis, Linlang wouldn't have noticed that this was also a tomb.

"Mother, Xiao Qi has come to see you!" Linlang meditated silently in her heart, and her heart became more and more eager to kneel in front of the grave and cry bitterly.

The tears can no longer be stopped, and the rainy night ten years ago will never be erased. "Poof!" Linlang saw her mother's desperate eyes and saw the eldest lady's merciless mockery.

The invisible pressure hammered in her chest, and Linlang wanted to shout, but she choked in her throat and couldn't speak. Slowly, tears covered her eyes, and she seemed to see her mother standing on the small mound of earth, looking at it with affection, with a happy smile on her face, and finally waited for her daughter to arrive.

The sky-blue clothes fluttered in the wind, the lilac belt outlined a slender waist at the thin waist, and Qianqianyu's hand reached directly to the basket that Linlang was carrying, snatched it and fell to the ground fiercely.

Linlang suddenly woke up, and when she looked closely, it was Li'er standing in front of her, her eyes mocking fiercely. "How dare you come here! Aren't you afraid of Nan'er's soul? ”

Li'er came to burn paper for Nan'er, and the two served together around the eldest lady, and they were like sisters. After hearing Nan'er's bad news, she hated Linlang to the core, but unfortunately she was weak and couldn't avenge Nan'er Zhaoxue.

Seeing that Linlang was silent, Li'er scorched and said, "Why don't you speak, did you come here to worship because you knew that you had done something wrong and were uneasy?" Li'er pointed to the paper money flying in the sky, looked down, and when she saw the only remaining piece of paper in the basket, the words written on it suddenly felt like a hammer hitting the brain, and five thunderbolts hit the top!

"Immortal death, Jin Lin clan receive!"

Juanxiu's font is eye-catching on the snow-white paper, and every stroke is written with tears in her eyes. Linlang stared angrily at Li'er, who was still stunned, and her eyes burst with burning hatred.

Paper money is flying all over the sky, how can it be received by the ancestors if it has not been burned.

"Ha, hahaha...... Immortal death? Jin Lin's collection? "Li'er pretended to be crazy and stupid, and ran away first before Linlang got angry." Immortal death? Jin Lin's collection? Hahaha......"

Linlang knelt on the ground in despair, picking up the scattered paper money one by one, and the basket full of carefully prepared ones was only a few left in the angry wind. With tears in her eyes, she crawled to her mother's lonely grave, picked up piles of loess and carefully covered them on the grave.

"Mother, Xiao Qi has come to see you, how are you doing? Have you suffered, have you been bullied? Linlang didn't dare to cry loudly, what happened just now had already attracted the attention of some people. While holding the soil, she silently appealed in her heart, crying full of grievances.

Cumulonimbus clouds suddenly blew in the clear sky in the early morning, and the spring rain fell in the afternoon. It is said that the rain of Qingming is sad, and this intermittent rain is not a portrayal of people's hearts?

Linlang was still kneeling in the mass grave, the cold raindrops falling on the corners of her forehead, wetting her hair bun and leaching out a cold nightmare above her head.

The people who swept the tomb left one after another, and only Linlang was still persistently adding soil. If it continues to drench, a wind chill is inevitable.

"Xiao Qi, is it really you?"

I don't know when, a majestic figure suddenly stood behind Linlang. The oil-paper umbrella was stretched out to shield her from the constant rain of ice.

Linlang's body stiffened when she heard the familiar voice, but she pretended not to know in an instant and continued to add soil to the lonely grave. "You've mistaken someone! My name is Linlang, not Xiao Qi! ”

"Why don't you admit it? Xiao Qi, you know how hard I waited for you! Looking at Linlang's emaciated back, Bai Shaocheng had tenderness in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were full of worries, but they were replaced by a cordial call: "Xiao Qi!" ”

Linlang got up suddenly, turned around leisurely and glared at Bai Shaoxian. "I said, I'm not Xiao Qi, and I don't know Xiao Qi in your mouth!" Her fair face was covered with mud, and a strand of hair broke away from her bun and stuck to her sideburns, and fell on her shoulders with raindrops.

"You're not Xiao Qi?" Bai Shaocheng took a deep breath, pointed to the high raised grave bag after a burst of agitation in his throat, and asked firmly, "Okay!" I ask you, do you know whose mound this is? ”

"Mrs. Jin Jialin's!" Linlang straightened her hair and replied lightly. Mud-stained fingers run across the face, bringing out a string of mud stains again that blend with the raindrops on the hair. In an instant, the crystal water droplets became cloudy and rolled into the cuffs along Linlang's small hands.

"Since you're not Xiao Qi, why did you come here to worship?"

Bai Shaoyan gritted his teeth, he knew that the person in front of him was Xiao Qi, but he never got a positive answer. Could it be that everything was guessed wrong, she is Linlang, and Xiao Qi died ten years ago?