Time, never stopping, or slowing down in the slightest, will always move at an even pace, and only forward.

Time is unpredictable, but it is as cold and hard as a reef that has been soaked in sea for a long time; Time is reflected in the sunrise and sunset, the alternation of spring and autumn, it makes how many Shaohua old and young people white...... But time seems to be a strange medicine, specializing in the treatment of a heart disease in the world that cannot be found.

The "disease" in Mo Ye's heart, in the third year, seems to have been treated by time, and it has been cured by seventy or eighty percent. Maybe if she touched that wound again, she could still feel the pain, but not as soon as she touched it three years ago.

Under the slightly gloomy canopy, in a wasteland where there were no trees and only graves stood messily, Mo Ye knelt in front of a mound without tombstones, burning yellow paper one by one.

Today is the day of folk ancestor worship, and this wasteland has suddenly become "lively".

It is also today, when people who have passed by here in the past may have discovered that what usually looks like a small dirt bag is actually buried under the bones of a deceased person.

The deceased will be turned into ashes, and the last trace left in the world will soon be deep in the earth, disappearing without a trace. But the living who remember them will continue to pass on this memory of the forerunners from generation to generation as their lives continue.

Every year today, many people carrying incense and candles appear in this deserted cemetery to worship their ancestors. Whether it is to express their thoughts or pray for protection, at least many of them are about to be confused whether it is a protrusion in the ground of the mound, and they have received a special kind of identification.

It can also be seen from this that identity is not useless to both the living and the dead.

Mound pressed paper money, at least today. It will not be trampled on by passers-by, and in the short days after today, it will be remembered that it is not earth, but a resting place for the departed.

The tombs that have not been worshipped may be so low that they are close to the ground, close to an ordinary road, and even the last bit of dignity of the deceased will be gone.

However, this qiē has the right to operate on its own initiative. Or in the living. No one knows whether the dead want their dignity after death, but if even the living don't care about that. Whether there is dignity or not, whether there is humiliation or not, it has lost its meaning.

However, in any case, this tomb is a group of tombstones, and there may not all be tombstones, and there is even a wasteland where the graves of different families will be mistakenly placed. At no time do you dare to plough the land or plant trees on it.

It is a territorial rule that binds together the dignity of the deceased group, as if forming a kind of natural barrier. Here, except for worship, there is no room for idlers to do anything.

Although there were no troops sent here to guard and preside over the order, the people buried here. Even if they are forgotten by their descendants and no longer come to worship, they can still rest in peace.

――If the deceased really had a sense of body. Will they be talking to each other today?

If there really is such an if, the souls of the deceased who have been forgotten in the wilderness graveyard have been extraordinarily nourishing in the last three years.

Three years ago, in the middle of the night near this day, a young girl with a shovel suddenly came to the wilderness, and she dug a big hole in the ground. It was filled with a pile of stones, and finally a palm-sized box was placed. There are several layers inside and outside the box. It was tightly sealed, but in the small box at the very end, it was indeed not ashes, but a smaller porcelain vase.

When the day of worship came, the maiden would carry a thick basket of paper money to the grave where only a small porcelain vase was buried, and burn it slowly.

I don't know who she wants to "give" the paper money to, in short, there is indeed no "person" under the mound, so the paper money she "sends" is divided equally among "everyone".

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After "buried" the small bottle three years ago, every year on this day, Mo Ye would come to this tomb where no one was around, and pay homage to his master.

She could have avoided making things so complicated, but she considered that it was inconvenient for her to enter the realm of the Imperial Tomb to pay homage to the Master who was buried in the Tomb of the Martyrs, and it was inconvenient for her to always carry the only small bottle in which she could store some spiritual sustenance—at first she had also thought about sewing it into a sachet, but this still did not prevent it from being left behind by herself—so she finally thought of such a way to merge and take the middle.

In this way, she can also worship the Master's dead in a more formal and direct way every year, just like worshipping her ancestors, instead of taking out the bottle and secretly weeping in the middle of the night or in a no-man's corner.

And as time goes by, she is also growing up year by year, and gradually she can understand a truth, she can't always indulge in that kind of depressed love.

If you want to grow, you need to forget something before you can accept something new. Mo Ye thought that it was impossible for him to forget about his master, but at least he could seal this past in a range first, so that he would not be troubled by it from time to time.

In the first year, when worshipping in front of this empty tomb, Mo Ye cried for a long time, and the sadness flowed uncontrollably with his tears, and it seemed that he could not wipe it off.

In the second year, Mo Ye only lowered his head and wept for a moment, but he did not cry, and his spirit quickly recovered and calmed down.

This is the third year she has come here, and most of the basket of paper money has been burned, and Mo Ye has only wet her eyes, and she has no other feelings to show.

Maybe it's because the paper money sold on the market today is more refined in process than the products pressed out by the paper mill last year.

Or there is another possibility, Mo Ye was thinking about it when she burned the paper money, but what she was thinking about had nothing to do with the sorrow in the tomb, and she had wandered into something else......

When there was only the last stack of yellow paper money left in the basket, Mo Ye felt that someone was approaching her, and it was a footstep with a purpose, different from the passers-by who had passed by her before.

Mo Ye pinched the yellow paper and was about to throw it into the fire, she looked up in the direction where the footsteps came, and a smile gradually appeared on her face, which was still deep in contemplation and slightly numb just now.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ye spoke softly.

"I'm supposed to come." She was answered by an extremely young man's voice.

After studying in the school house in other counties for nearly three years, Shi Yi finally returned from his studies and returned to Dongfeng Building at the end of last year. and a group of women in the building who are not related to him by blood, but are as close as an aunt, spent a Spring Festival together.

But in the following months, Shi Yi was surrounded by his aunts every day, asking many questions, or deliberately teasing him with incense and silk handkerchiefs, and I don't know what those aunts thought.

But Shi Yi quickly adapted and launched a "counterattack", and the sunny boy who was dressed cross-body and deliberately bare his chest and abdomen sang spring songs in the Dongfeng Building. When you meet people, you will fight wine, hug left and right, and chant some fragrant words. There is a momentum of reverse pushing, and the "eleven hairpins" in the building are all red-faced and red-eared, and the secret is not good.

When this charming game was about to collapse, fortunately, Shi Yi's aunt Zisu, who was really related by blood, came forward to mediate this farce.

The aunts no longer deliberately teased. Shi Yi soon regained the appearance he had just returned from school, with a generous and decent expression, humble and gentle, very respectful to the aunts in the building, and had to get up early every day to say hello.

And Shi Yi is for his mother's own sister, his own aunt Shiso. His attitude is more gentle and intimate, and he will rush to help do many things, almost eager to worship her as a mother. She is only allowed to sit and enjoy the life of opening her mouth with food and stretching out her hands with clothes.

Jiu Niang, who was in charge of the affairs of Dongfeng Building three years ago, suddenly entrusted all the things in the building to Zisu, and has since disappeared. The girls in the building were all speculating that maybe Jiu Niang couldn't bear the psychological trauma caused to her by Lin Shan's assassination, and she had no intention of doing anything more, so she could only choose to live in seclusion.

It's just that nearly three years have passed, and after leaving, Jiuniang has not handed over a letter back to Dongfeng Building. I don't know what her situation is like in seclusion. A group of women in the building who had been commensurate with her sisters and worked together for more than ten years were more and more concerned about her, and some even speculated pessimistically. Is she already dead silently?

It was also because of this kind of overly concerned discussion that some old things came out of the Dongfeng Building, and Mo Ye knew that the woman who protected her with a thin back in the dark night and held a dagger to block the danger alone was more than ten years ago, at the age of Shaohua, she let go of the girl's reserve, and chased Lin Shan's love wholeheartedly and extremely passionately.

But these two people still didn't get together later, they just became ordinary friends.

Despite this, when Lin Shan had time to come to the building to clean up the account books, all the women in the building consciously gave up time and space, so that Jiu Niang could be alone with Lin Shan. I don't know what kind of tacit understanding it is, so that all the women in the building are like Jiuniang herself, not completely dead, and always hope to match these two people to eventually become married.

However, once life and death are decided, no matter what you do, you can't save it.

Jiuniang handed over all the things in the building to Zisu to take care of, and in the past three years, Shisu has been tired enough, after Shi Yi came back, he took over the work of sorting out the accounts, and before he found a job for the time being, he became the leader of Dongfeng Building.

Don't look at this work of accounting without much effort, but it is very much needed, sometimes you can only sit at the table all day to make those boring numbers, for a woman with a lot of resilience and not strong, it is easy to bear it.

Half of Shi Yi's knowledge in other counties lies in the study of livelihood, including abacus, which is a subject that Shi Yi aspired to be a big businessman a few years ago. As for other subjects of poetry and culture, he was not very enthusiastic and hated rote memorization of jerky sentences.

In the school, the knowledge of this part of poetry culture is not at a certain assessment level, and it is impossible to get a certificate of completion. In order to prove that he has at least one skill, and to walk a little more brilliantly on the road to making a living in the future, Shi Yi, who is strict in the process of studying, can only continue to stay in the school.

In the past three years, his abacus skills have surpassed the teaching and learning of Xuelu, but the level of poetry and writing has just passed the assessment line, and it took more than twice as long as ordinary people to complete and return home.

However, the partial subject in learning may also reflect a person's talent in a single study. As soon as Shi Yi returned to Dongfeng Building, he immediately showed his calculating mind that was superior to ordinary people, and the person who benefited most directly was Zisu, the current supervisor of Dongfeng Building.

With Shi Yi's help, the accounts of the new students in Dongfeng Building every day, as well as some old account books accumulated in the past, were cleaned up by Shi Yi within a month, and Shi Yi had nothing to do after that, so he began to contact his few friends in Kyoto and often gathered.

Among these friends, in addition to the few classmates he met in Beijing, the most important friend was Mo Ye.

Mo Ye originally thought that her friend, who had left without saying goodbye three years ago, might be more difficult to see again in the future. Because Shi Yi left Beijing not long after the Lin family's old house was burned down by fire, Mo Ye couldn't help but think about the reason for his departure a little more complicated. But only now, after seeing Shi Yi who came back, I believe that he really just left for the simple reason of studying, but it was just a little "unlucky" in terms of time arrangement.

A month ago, Shi Yi contacted Mo Ye. The two haven't seen each other for a few years, and there has been a clear difference in physical growth and changes, and each other's situation has also changed a lot.

Both of them have grown taller, and they have also lost some of their childishness. Perhaps because of his knowledge, Shi Yi is no longer as easily confused as he was when he first met, and he has a lot of confidence in his eyes. And now Mo Ye is no longer as apprehensive about everything as he was when he first entered Beijing three years ago, and his words and deeds are free.

There are even some interesting places in Kyoto, and Shi Yi is no longer as familiar with Mo Ye.

For a while, the two of them had a lot to say to each other, chatting and chatting, and Mo Ye didn't hide Shi Yi from Shi Yi that she was going to come here to worship today, but just told him not to tell the others in the building for the time being.

Shi Yi naturally also knew about Lin Shan's murder, which was no secret in Kyoto, but it was the first time he knew about Mo Ye's tomb for him, and he was also the third person in the world besides Mo Ye to know about it.

But when Mo Ye asked him yesterday if he wanted to come with him today, Shi Yi did not answer.

Mo Ye didn't force him to come, if he was serious, Shi Yi and Lin Shan had only met a few times in a hurry, and they had no obligation to worship, which was also a common thing.

However, Mo Ye didn't expect that when the basket of papers she brought was about to burn out, Shi Yi actually came again.

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