- There are no trees in this wasteland, and if any birds do stop, they are all sparrows, and their chirpings cannot be so long-lasting. Mo Ye and Shi Yi both felt very novel when they heard the sound, and looked sideways at the same place.

Soon, both of them noticed that the bird's sound was coming from a graveyard a few steps away.

It was a long-tailed finch with flower feathers, and its slender pair of claws were clasped on a stack of yellow paper pressed at the top of the tomb, and while chirping, it was looking around very vigilantly, and its small black and round eyes were very flexible and arc-shaped, as if the field of vision could be cast widely.

The feather finch seemed to notice two pairs of eyes projecting at it, and glanced in this direction, and the bird's head was slightly fixed.

Because the two men looked at each other in almost the same way, the gaze seemed to overlap and increase the intensity, and there was also a hint of tracking, which made the sensitive wild finch feel a hint of danger, and it immediately flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky.

Mo Ye and Shi Yi retracted their gaze together again, and glanced sideways at the ashes on the ground, this was to check whether it was completely extinguished.

At this time, Shi Yi suddenly said casually: "It's the first time I've seen a magpie stop in the graveyard." ”

Mo Ye also replied casually: "Because there will be a lot of food delivered here today." ”

"That's right, but I ignored it." Shi Yi nodded, and the corners of his lips hooked.

Mo Ye was silent for a moment and then suddenly said: "Actually, I haven't been able to tell the difference, what is the difference between a crow and a magpie, if you hadn't said that just now, I almost thought it was a crow." ”

"It is not surprising that crows can tear carrion, you would think so." Shi Yi's words were very direct, but a faint smile appeared on his face. As if he were just saying something very light, "The crow is pitch black, and when he is hungry, he only sees the smell of blood." That is, to dare to attack living creatures whose form is several times larger than it. But in this case, it is better to see with your own eyes the scene of black crows circling over the corpse field. Presumably, just by looking at it, you will always remember this bird, whose spirit is far more fierce than its body. ”

Mo Ye glanced up at Shi Yi and hesitated: "Have you seen it?" ”

"I ......," Shi Yi hesitated before answering, "I've seen the painting." ”

Mo Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Which painter would paint such a scene?" ”

Yes, what painter doesn't paint in the style of beauty and auspiciousness? Only such a painting can not be sold, even if the painting is ugly, there are still people willing to buy it, and the picture is auspicious.

And this gloomy and solemn painting style. Although there are still people with unique tastes who are willing to buy, the paintings that such people are willing to pay for must be unique in style and have high requirements for the painter's skills.

How old is Shi Yicai? He spent the previous three years in the school, where did he see this style of painting?

After a moment of silence, Shi Yi laughed dryly, did not answer Mo Ye's question, and directly turned the conversation and said: "It's better to talk about magpies, it's better to be this kind of bird, add joy." ”

Mo Ye nodded. He said: "I heard that whoever this bird stands on and chirps means that there is a happy event in someone's family. ”

Shi Yizheng wanted to agree a few times. But when he was about to speak, he realized that something was wrong.

Mo Ye also turned around and said indifferently: "But it stopped at the grave just now, it seems that this statement may not be accurate." ”

Shi Yi smiled and said, "It was a greedy cry just now, and it has nothing to do with the good news." If the bird's job is to give good news, then it should also want to rest! ”

Mo Ye felt that Shi Yi's words were very interesting, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Shi Yi didn't say any more crows or magpies. He stood up and glanced around.

Mo Ye immediately stood up with the empty basket. Looking at his expression as he looked around, she seemed to suddenly think of something. Ning Shen said, "Is anyone else here with you?" ”

The fact that he built a fake tomb for the master and came to worship on this day every year, Mo Ye only said it to Ruan Luo, Wu Shu, and Shi Yi in front of him. This matter is indeed inappropriate to make a noise, Mo Ye did not even give the stone tablet a symbolic erection of the empty tomb, because he was afraid that as Wu Shu said, Master's old enemies might find out this place and even dig up the empty tomb.

Although only a small bottle was buried in the tomb, it was still a very important thing for Mo Ye.

If Shi Yi came this time and brought someone else with him, it was difficult to guarantee whether this secret would not be leaked.

Shi Yi saw the slight nervousness on Mo Ye's face, but he already had an answer in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Because I suddenly thought of that letter, if I miss today, I can only wait until next year to have the opportunity to 'piggyback' Mr. Lin, but I didn't agree to come with you yesterday, and I don't know the location, so I had to find Uncle Wu and ask him to bring me here." ”

Shi Yi returned to Beijing after completing his studies, and after contacting Mo Ye, he found that Mo Ye didn't know what kind of opportunity he had to pass through guò, and worshiped a strange-faced uncle, and Mo Ye seemed to trust him very much. Although I don't know how many details the relationship between the two has gone through to this point, from the perspective of time, the acquaintance of the two should be after Lin Shan's accident, thinking about it this way, some things are not difficult to speculate.

Because he doesn't have any relatives, he has been used to associating with people who have no blood relatives since he was a child, and there are more than a dozen godaunts in Dongfeng Building alone, so Shi Yi has also developed a good temper and basically doesn't recognize life. Seeing Mo Ye shouting Uncle Wu one by one, Shi Yi soon followed suit.

Anyway, if you really want to distinguish carefully, Uncle Wu is still Wu Shu, it's really hard to distinguish.

However, Shi Yi did have some respect when he called these two words.

Hearing that Uncle Wu was also here, although Mo Ye had long been accustomed to the dodging style that Wu Shu often maintained during the day, it was normal for him not to show up when he arrived here, but when she first heard what Shi Yi said, she was still slightly surprised in her heart.

After Mo Ye heard this, like Shi Yi, he also looked around, looking for the figure that seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of the summer three years ago, Wu Shu, who went to sea with a merchant ship in late spring, returned safely, and the first thing he did when he found Mo Ye was to ask her where the small bottle was. I am afraid that in the days when he went to sea, Mo Ye did stupid things without persuasion.

Mo Ye had no choice but to sue him about burying the bottle.

For Mo Ye, use a small bottle instead of the crown of the forest cedar. The matter of building an empty tomb for Lin Shanshan in the wilderness, Wu Shu mentioned it every time. The look on his face will look a little strange. Mo Ye didn't know what he would think about every time he got there, and gradually vaguely thought that it was the reason why Wu Shu had never accompanied her here to see this empty tomb.

Mo Ye glanced around a few times, but did not find the familiar figure.

Later, it was Shi Yi who noticed it first, pointed sideways to a mound, and said to Mo Ye: "Now he is waiting for you over there." You go over. ”

Mo Ye cast a distant gaze, looked at the place where Shi Yi raised her hand, and carefully contemplated it to make sure that it was empty, and then she looked sideways at Shi Yi again, and wondered: "There is no one there." ”

Fortunately, she didn't have any concept of ghosts and gods in her heart, otherwise with the characteristics of the region she was standing in at this time, I am afraid that she would subconsciously feel that Shi Yi was a ghost during the day - although Wu Shu's image and appearance were really a little similar to ghosts.

"Wu Shu and I broke up there just now." Shi Yi said gently, "You should understand his temper. He doesn't always stand there waiting, but if you walk there, you're in his field of vision. ”

Mo Ye understood. Nodding, he stepped forward.

She walked a few steps, only to find that Shi Yi hadn't followed, so she stopped and looked back in surprise and asked, "Why don't you go?" ”

Shi Yi, who was still standing in place, waved his hand gently: "I won't go with you." ”

Mo Ye then asked, "Do you have any urgent business here?" ”

"I'm fine, I'm going back." Shi Yi smiled slightly, "It was when I was separated from Uncle Wu just now, he suddenly spoke again, let me tell you that he has something to do with you." So I won't go along. But I'll wait here for a while and watch you pass. If he had already left early, it would not be too late for me to go back with you. ”

Mo Ye understood. Her heart warmed, but she only nodded, didn't say anything more, and the two said goodbye.

Mo Ye walked briskly in the direction pointed by Shi Yi, still thinking in his heart: Brother Xiao Yi has completed his studies in Xuelu, and it has only been less than half a year since he returned to Kyoto, and the time he was able to get acquainted with Uncle Wu through his introduction was even shorter, less than a month, how could he have a good understanding of Uncle Wu's style of acting, and he had already penetrated into this kind of Cheng Dù?

Soon walked to the top of the mound, Mo Ye had just stood still, and before she could collect her thoughts, she suddenly felt that something broke through the air and went straight to her side face. Judging by the slight movement of the breeze on the cheeks, that thing should have a sharp tip.

Mo Ye's gaze swept keenly to one place, but her tilting of her head was only a momentary matter, and she quickly leaned back, avoiding the rapid flying artifact stabbing at the temple on the side of her head, and at the same time, her hand holding the shoulder basket also moved.

Mo Yeyun has been practicing the "Qianzhao Sutra" for almost three years, and those who have personally understood martial arts will naturally have a perception in their hearts, only adjusting and using the way of breathing, and not mastering the actual practice of external moves and weapons, which will always make people have a sense of suspense, formlessness and non-appearance. Only by merging and unifying the changes in the inner qi path and the external movement can this sense of floating be firmly settled.

However, Wu Shu was always reluctant to teach Mo Ye kung fu such as weapon moves.

So Mo Ye could only try it himself.

Fortunately, some results have been achieved. At least the ability to react to be several times faster than ordinary people, for emergencies, not to sit still.

……

Standing in front of the tomb not far away, Shi Yi, who was originally going to see Mo Ye leave, saw that the girl with a bamboo basket who had just walked on the ridge was only a little sluggish, and then she was like the magpie he saw just now, her eyes moved sensitively, as if she had discovered some danger.

Immediately afterward, she leaned back and immediately became like an upside-down fishhook. When the figure was restored, the moment the girl raised her hand, she had already clasped her fingers and crushed the bamboo basket that was carried in the crook of her arm—as if the basket was made of paper—and the girl held the basket that had become a ball of broken bamboo strips in her palm as if she were crumpling waste paper, and ran towards a place.

"Hercules..."Shi Yi couldn't help muttering.

The girl had only hurried a few steps, and not far in front of her, a black shadow suddenly appeared, as if it had come out of the ground.

Seeing this sudden change, Shi Yi's face was still relatively calm, and he didn't worry about anything. Next. Then he saw the girl throw out a ball of bamboo strips that had been rubbed in her palm for a long time......

At this time, Shi Yi turned around and muttered, "Or...... Should she be called a violent woman? ”

Don't look at Mo Ye anymore. The scene that entered Shi Yi's line of sight was the tomb in front of him, which had grown a thick layer of thatch. Because there are no corpses in it, to be exact, this is just a mound?

This year's spring came nearly a month earlier than last year, and the thatch that withered yellow in the middle of winter has been covered by the new green stubble, and some of the thatch has begun to pull out the tender ears.

Shi Yi looked at the grass on the tomb stack swaying in the wind, and couldn't help but imagine. When the thatched ears grow old, white velvet flowers bloom, and this wild cemetery, where the poor are mostly buried, and therefore there are few monuments, will definitely become very beautiful.

The white thatch flowers float like mist on the blue thatch leaves, and when the wind blows, they are like snow foam from the ground to the sky, and like the white thatch that is renovated every year in early summer.

If there is another fog in the morning, then the realm is even better. It seems that sometimes the dead are more likely to pick a place to live than the living, maybe because of the difference in life and death, the realm naturally becomes different, right? Shi Yi thought so in his heart. I looked around the four fields for another week.

The two figures that Mo Ye was chasing after Wu Shu had already left this area, but Shi Yi did not wait for her to leave as he had just said to Mo Ye. He also went back, but sat down cross-legged in front of Mo Yewei's clothed mound for Lin Shan.

After a moment of silence, Shi Yi suddenly sighed softly: "Mr. Lin, why did you die suddenly?" ”

In the tone in which he said this, it was difficult to find a trace of sadness, but the mood of the game was more obvious. It seems that Lin Shan's death does not represent a life that melts away, but a hard standard setting in the game, and it is nothing after it. But you can do it all over again.

After saying the sentence just now, Shi Yi was silent for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about something. In this kind of silent thinking, he suddenly broke a thatch in his hand and held it in his mouth. pursed his lips and tightened them, his eyes looked down at the tips of the blades of grass and shook.

He was a little distracted, and he reached out into his arms again, and he didn't take out anything for a long time, but he came back to his senses, smiled to himself, and said secretly: Without cigarettes, it's impossible to even play with a lighter, this kind of man's hard work, Mr. Lin, will you have it?

Shi Yi didn't know, because in the few times he had only seen Lin Shan, he had never seen Lin Shan light a cigarette with a fire fold.

"Fire lights smoke, smoke makes fire, it seems that many things have a cause and effect, maybe when you are in a part, you can't see it for the time being, but looking at it, it's still the same truth." Shi Yi spoke softly, and when he said this, he paused slightly, and looked into the distance, watching the number of people burning money and sweeping tombs in the wild cemetery gradually increased, and the smoke became thicker.

I don't know if these incinerated money can go with the smoke and really become a currency that can be used in the underworld?

In the past, Shi Yi felt that this statement was pure fantasy, and it was still a very boring fantasy, he only admitted that after the paper was burned, it would turn into ashes, or the worst potash fertilizer, but it was the large area of forest that was burned every year because of the Qingming tomb sweeping and lighting candles and burning paper, which was the most obvious loss of economic materials.

Fortunately, a certain consciousness in the tomb sweeping culture, for some reason, is quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in today's era when science is very outdated.

It may be because the people in this era do not have more ways to make a living than the people of the era in which he once lived, and mainly rely on the natural environment of the mountains and forests to store water and cultivate the living conditions, so that people are more dependent on and consciously protect the largest natural facilities such as forests.

Of course, this kind of advanced thinking may still be advocated by someone in the world, so it will be fully involved in the laws of this era, not only ordinary people have this kind of consciousness, Kyoto Prefecture has also trained a group of officers and soldiers, and even the natural lightning and forest fires, the government has sent people to put out the fire in time.

But if there are really advanced ideas from another world, or to be more precise, the future world, to participate in the construction of the current world in advance across time, is it really no problem? Won't it be quietly erased by the inherent course of history?

Because something happened to him, Shi Yi often couldn't help but start thinking about some questions. If these questions were left on him in the past, he would definitely feel ridiculous, belonging to the kind of dreamy images that only girls love to imagine.

But now, Shi Yi can be sure that when he opened his eyes three years ago, he was not still in a dream, but indeed living in reality, but in another real world.

There are many problems in this world. is not as good as the world I used to live in, and the main cause of the problem lies in two words: backwardness.

But at least I'm still alive. There are also five senses and mobility, and you can also make friends. Do what you love.

If you were still in the same world, you should be dead, right?

No matter how advanced the medical science in that world is, it should not be able to save the serious injury of the brain stem from being penetrated by lead bullets......

"Paralysis, the last breath of air I breathed in my previous life, and I have to pay the pain of my head being pierced by two bullets at the same time, that head should be more ugly than a broken watermelon, but fortunately, in this life, this pair of flesh and bones is born well, and it will grow for a few years. It's no worse than in the previous life. ”

Shi Yi, who was muttering to himself, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the back of his head, and secretly thought: It's better to be alive, no matter how much money is in front of me in the future, I won't do that kind of thing again. Making money with your life is not called making money, right! There is no point in earning the reward that is not spent.

It's just that in his previous life, his job search resume was really too weak, and he didn't treat retired special forces as talents...... Fortunately, he died in his previous life, although his mental memory is still there, and he is still a little frightened in retrospect, but he did not continue to live in his previous life with a disability certificate and lived on welfare. It's already a blessing in misfortune.

But how did you get here?

If there is a god who controls this qiē, then what is the reason for coming here, or the obligation, of oneself?

Will I be sent back if I don't do it within the allotted time? Or the behavior violates the rules of the game. Will it be erased from time and space without a reason and without a buffer period?

Alas...... In my previous life, I listened to those IT maniacs who dressed like neurotics, predicting that in 2202, the holographic game warehouse would technically be able to achieve the ability to search for brainwaves to participate in the registration of game accounts, and 90% of human beings would be immortal in the virtual world.

Although the world in which I lived in my previous life, medical technology has reached the point where it can search for memory fragments from vegetative brain cells, crack many forged suicide notes by this means, and provide many silent evidence to the police, but after 47 years, can this technology really evolve to the kind of state that those IT lunatics say?

If you don't die. It may be seen, even in an environment where humans have to take two hours of industrial oxygen a day to breathe normally for a day. With the physique honed by special forces training in his previous life, it should not be difficult to live to be seventy or eighty years old.

That's it, that's it. Although many things in this era are very backward, such as a common cold and fever, a problem that can be solved by a pill in a previous life, is likely to kill people in this era, but in this era there is no need to inhale industrial oxygen every day, and if you don't get sick, you need to take amino acid pills every day, and there are no perverted firearms that can implode after hitting people in this era...... It's already pretty good.

It's just that this qiē is really real, not a re-enactment? But why can't I find the slightest physical evidence that can confirm the existence of this era?

Or is this era parallel to the era in which I live, so the history in the textbooks cannot be used and attached to the present world?

But if you do something that violates the rules of time and space in such an era, will you be ruthlessly erased? Although this time and space may have nothing to do with the future life in which you live, there must still be a future life that is derived from this life, because the backwardness of the society and culture of this world is too inconsistent with the development process of human civilization.

As long as there is industry that helps the scientific process, the science that I was exposed to in my previous life will definitely be reproduced, and it is only a matter of time difference.

If the subsequent development results of the present world have been formed, then with one's own strength, even if it strangely transcends the time layer, it is impossible to change the historical antecedents, and it is likely that when you try to do so, you will be erased by the power of the historical process of self-preservation.

If you want not to violate the rules, you must first understand the order of the rules, but what is the historical process of this world? It doesn't seem to have much to do with the history I learned in my previous life.

Except that most of the lines and words are the same, the names of the objects are roughly the same, and some of the institutional titles are also roughly the same - but these are all laws that must be found in the society constituted by human beings, just as cigarettes in the past life can travel to every corner of the earth, and every country has a government department - but the origin of this era, the change of dynasties, and even the ancient myths are different from what I learned in my previous life.

Even in the geographical territory of the activities of this era, there are some places that are different from the previous life.

Except for the sun and moon overhead. The soil under your feet, and the ocean to the east, are a clear proof that you still live on Earth.

Shi Yi looked up at the sky, and then at the tomb in front of him. Stunned, he said again: "Mr. Lin, are you really dead?" ”

This question. Mo Ye also asked in his heart more than once in the way of sitting in front of the grave. It's just that when Mo Ye asked this question, the cause tended to be more of an expression of mood, mainly sad, and mixed with some disbelief. And Shi Yi asked, the starting point was one of his assumptions.

The foundation of the Lin family's old mansion was burned to a ruin, and Shi Yi secretly went to see it, although he couldn't imagine the whole picture of the original checkpoints in the house. But these institutions are built on the ground, and some of the graphic science contained in them does not seem to resemble the rules of architecture of the day.

Because Shi Yi's architecture in his previous life was only a little scratchy, he couldn't completely determine whether Lin Shan was from the same place as him.

However, until he found the sword, the soft sword embedded in the belt that Lin Shan would never take off, his concept changed a little, and an idea that he was about to give up was picked up by him again.

The hilt of that sword had been burned. The body of the sword did not melt, but it was soaked with the metal slurry after some iron tools of this era had been burned, and after cooling, it was welded with several stones. If it weren't for Shi Yi's recognition, the sword was exposed on a small section. The scale letters revealed, maybe he would ignore such things like the Kyoto officers and soldiers who were doing aftermath work on the foundation of the Lin family's old mansion back then.

In Shi Yi's eyes, Lin Shan's sword can no longer be called a sword, but a drawing ruler.

When Shi Yi quietly pried away the iron block connected to the stone, spent a lot of money, found an iron shop and melted it, and was able to take out the "sword". The owner of the iron shop was also greatly relieved. Because he also thought it was a ruler, not a murder weapon. Therefore, he helped Shi Yi melt this piece of iron, which is not a violation of today's law.

Shi Yi could easily see this ruler in his previous life. It is a commonly used item for architects, with lighter weight siliconized plastic material, as well as steel plate material specially used for field surveys, Lin Shan's ruler belongs to the latter, and with this quality, even in the previous life, it is also a genuine double best steel.

In the past, when Shi Yi had not yet retired, in the process of field survival training, he and several comrades-in-arms used this kind of steel ruler as both a measuring tool and a barbecue stick, and the double steel was tough, stainless steel, and did not conduct heat -- the key is that it was definitely not a product of the era in which he was reborn after death.

It's just that I don't know what utensils Lin Shan used, so he actually opened a sharp edge for this steel ruler.

You know, in the previous life, if you wanted to write on glass without damaging the glass, you had to use synthetic diamond, that is, artificial diamonds, at worst, and in this era, to open this double steel, the incision is still so neat, and the tools used are probably not simple.

All kinds of examples vaguely point Lin Shan's life experience to another time and space. Perhaps many people in the world thought that Lin Shan was a genius, but in Shi Yi's thinking environment, this was more like the result of a person moving the science of later generations.

So he was not accommodated by the order of this space-time, so he was erased without leaving a trace?

But his ruler is still there! Why hasn't it been erased together?

Shi Yi spit out the thatch in his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on the hem of his clothes, looked at the grassy grave again, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Before you know it, you've been dead for three years." Shi Yi lowered his eyes, and finally there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

However, at this time, if there is still a person standing next to him who knows his thoughts, after listening to the half of what he said later, it must not be difficult to deduce that his sadness is still not because he regrets Lin Shan's death, but because he is sad for himself, and he has missed the opportunity to have a dialogue with his fellow "fellow countrymen" that he may only have once.

"If you're still alive, can you answer my question? Maybe you can't, otherwise how could you step on the inviolable laws of this time and space and be erased? After saying this, Shi Yi suddenly remembered the small bottle that Mo Ye had buried in the tomb.

He had heard Mo Ye say that Lin Shan cherished that little bottle very much during his lifetime. Whenever he was pondering, he would take out the small bottle and rub it in the palm of his hand. Or when he has free time, he will take out the bottle and stroke it carefully, and soon fall into deep thought.

He also listened to Mo Ye. The bottle has two layers, inside and outside, and the mouth of the bottle is closed, and it seems to be welded - isn't that a vacuum glass bottle that is formed at one time?

What's the mystery in that bottle?

Shi Yi suddenly felt the urge to dig a grave - this was not a real grave anyway. If you dig it, you won't offend anyone, oh no. It's a ghost that may have zài.

But he quickly gave up this idea again, because he pondered for a moment, what was sealed with this kind of utensils and this method was probably medicine! Then even if he took it out now, it wouldn't be of much use. It's better to let it continue to keep the zài grave, and when you have any serious illness in the future, you can take it out for emergency relief.

Just as Shi Yi had several thoughts floating through his mind, he gradually thought of this grave exhumation. Before he knew it, he had been standing at the grave for a long time, when he suddenly felt someone tap him on the back.

At this moment, his first thought was that it was a ghost who was filming him, just because the disrespectful things he was thinking about just now angered a spiritual creature.

Suddenly, Shi Yi's shoulders stiffened, his neck stiffened, and he didn't dare to look back, but fortunately he didn't wait for him to turn back. He heard a voice coming from behind him, and he was relieved that he was right.

"Young people. The deceased is gone, so let's mourn by the way. The voice that spoke gave Shi Yi a very strange feeling.

Shi Yi turned around and saw a woman about forty years old.

The woman's eyes were a little red, and she must have just cried. However, in this place today, all the people who come are tomb sweepers, and a few new graves are added every year to commemorate the death of a loved one who has just passed away, which will involve a sad feeling. It is also normal.

But the woman herself had just wept, and now she came to persuade him to mourn. It always seems strange. If you put a mirror on the side at this time, Shi Yi felt that his face. There must not be as much sorrow as this woman.

But others are always kind words, Shi Yi accepted it in his heart, so he put on a set of etiquette learned in this era, waved his hand and said: "Thank you for this aunt, Xiaosheng remembered." ”

Auntie?

The woman's heart fluttered when she heard these two words, but on the surface she was only a little sluggish. In her reddened and somewhat tired eyes, the slightest sign of sluggishness was not obvious.

The woman nodded slightly, and watched Shi Yi leave after saying goodbye, and she also walked slowly to another tomb.

When the woman saw Shi Yi walking away, her figure completely disappeared behind a forest, and she had already walked around the wide cemetery, and in the bamboo basket hanging from her forearm, there was no shortage of incense, candles, and paper. Then, she slowly returned to the place where she had advised Shi Yi to mourn just now.

As she knelt down on her knees in front of the tomb, tears began to roll down her eyes.

When the woman burned incense and burned the money, she kept her lips tightly and did not make a sound, but she could not close her eyes, so she could not stop the tears from flowing.

When all the money in the basket had been burned, the woman seemed to be a little tired from her knees, and moved a little. But she didn't stand up then, just kept kneeling, her body relaxed a little, and sat on her heels.

The woman had something to say about the person represented by the mound, and she couldn't help but want to say it, so she didn't want to leave so soon.

"Childe, you must send the maidservant away and send Ma An back because you already knew at that time that your trip back to Beijing was unlucky?"

"But...... If you know this, why do you still take Ye'er with you? ”

"I hope you have a spirit in the sky, don't blame the servant, I really don't worry that Ye'er is so close to that woman, I guess she almost knows, Ye'er is in Kyoto. If I upset you, you can punish you, but I decided to do it anyway. ”

"Even if it's not to repay the kindness of the young lady, I just think of it as a righteous daughter who protects me, if you don't agree, I don't care."

The woman knelt down for a long time in front of the green thatched grave and said a great deal. If the graveyards could respond to her, maybe it was the rustle of the grass as it swayed in the wind?

As soon as the sun broke through the clouds, the wind in the cemetery was a little stronger. The sound of the grass swinging everywhere obscured the woman's whispering by more than half, and made her look more and more like a bereaved widow, speaking at the grave a word that only she could understand.

This kind of nonsense went on for about half an hour, and the woman was finally willing to stand up. Maybe she had been kneeling for too long, and when she walked away with the empty basket, her steps were a little limping, and her back looked a little trance-like.

Where she walked, there was a simple palanquin, but looking at the two palanquin drivers and a guard, the direction of their eyes indicated that they were coming to pick her up.

(To be continued)