- A few steps away, there were already housekeepers in Yefu who found a lamp "blind" under the eaves here, and the two housekeepers with lanterns in their hands quickly moved closer to this side and brought light.

Ruan Luo looked sideways at Mo Ye again, and saw that she had already stood up from the ground, her face was a little closer, and he could see a faint blush on her cheeks.

Ruan Luo suddenly couldn't control it, and somewhere in his heart moved.

Although Mo Ye stood up, he kept his head slightly down, did not look at Ruan Luo, and did not speak.

Seeing this, Ruan Luo subconsciously looked to the side. He looked sideways like this, in fact, he wanted to avoid looking at Mo Ye, but when he turned his head, he saw that the two family members were already very close.

Ruan Luo condensed slightly, and suddenly said in a low voice and quickly: "You stand behind me." ”

Mo Ye was stunned when she heard this, raised her head slightly, and saw that the clothes in front of her were floating, and Ruan Luo's back blocked her line of sight - and at the same time, it also blocked the sight of the two family members who approached.

Although Ruan Luo was thin, he was long, and he was a head taller than Mo Ye. He stood in front of her, his shoulders covering the top of her hair, and even though the two family members could still see that there was a young girl standing behind Ruan Luo, it was difficult to see the flush on her face.

The family members vaguely recognized Mo Ye's identity and knew that she was the maid carried by the Song Mansion Ruan Gongzi, so they didn't ask much or say anything. Ruan Luo said in front of all the servants of the Ye Mansion that day that his health was not very good, so it was normal for him to have an inseparable maid by his side.

Ruan Luo instructed the two family members to change the lanterns in an orderly manner, and also instructed some matters to guard against the fire at night. His expression and tone were calm as he instructed these things, as if what had just happened under the eaves had dissipated for him in an instant.

Then, he led Mo Ye out of there.

The two walked some distance. Seeing that the figures of the two family members changing the lights were far away, and then turned to the back of a house, Ruan Luo's mood eased slightly. subconsciously glanced back at Mo Ye, but saw that she was gradually walking slower and slower. It's already several steps behind.

Ruan Luo hesitated for a moment, then he stopped and turned to look at Mo Ye, as if he was waiting for her, and as if he was about to say something to her.

Mo Ye realized this, and only then did he speed up his pace.

When Mo Ye got closer, Ruan Luo said casually: "Are you still thinking about what happened just now?" ”

Mo Ye suddenly heard his words, and his face couldn't help but be embarrassed. The flush that had just faded on her cheeks was almost revealing again, and she suppressed her voice and muttered only two words: "No ......"

Ruan Luo smiled faintly and said, "I mean stargazing." ”

The embarrassment on Mo Ye's face suddenly froze, and when she mentioned this, it was like pouring a scoop of cold water on her slightly hot cheeks, which made her spirit cool down suddenly.

It's okay not to mention it afterwards, but mentioning it again will only make Mo Ye have another thought in his heart, and the second activation of this thought. It will bring her a deeper and clearer experience than when she first thought about it.

It's not a good idea.

Mo Ye, who had been lowering his head slightly, faced Ruan Luo and gradually raised his head. A look of struggle appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Brother Ruan, have you ever thought that maybe I will ...... if I continue to stay by your side?"

Ruan Luo suddenly raised his palms slightly, stopping Mo Ye's momentum of wanting to continue. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "I suddenly regret that I shouldn't have talked to you about this today." I wanted to help you close that gap in your heart. Unfortunately, my skills were not good, but I widened the gap. ”

"No......" Mo Ye shook his head. Gradually, he lowered his gaze again, "It's my own mind that is too weak." I can't control my own mind. ”

Ruan Luo also shook his head when he heard this, and said slowly: "You don't look like a weak person, the scene just now was in front of the woman, and there are not many people who can throw themselves into the fire like you." ”

"You seem to have some kind of knot in your heart, this kind of thing, you can't open it by hard work, what makes you hesitate from time to time?" Speaking of this, Ruan Luo slowly took a step closer to Mo Ye, but it was only one step, and he stopped.

Mo Ye, who was staring at his toes, couldn't help but clench his hands hanging in his sleeves.

Ruan Luo didn't approach her again, but after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "I'd better wait until one day when you are willing to say it!" ”

Mo Ye hesitated for a moment, and when she was willing to look up, she saw that Ruan Luo had already turned around.

"Stay by my side." Ruan Luo, who turned around with his sleeves, said indifferently, "Just let me see your so-called influence, maybe I, a person who is said to have a very weak personality, can bring you a lot of confidence in your field of vision, and by the way, I can also bring this confidence to Nuo Nuo." ”

Mo Ye was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly picked up to catch up, and was about to say something, but heard Ruan Luo sigh again: "If what you said to Nuo Nuo in the afternoon was really just acting, as you explained at the beginning, how good would it be." ”

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Time never stops, or slows down its forward pace, it just keeps moving forward at an even pace, never going backwards.

Time is unpredictable, but it is as cold and hard as a reef washed by the sea over the years; Time can be reflected in the sunrise and sunset, spring and autumn natural alternation of two colors, it makes how many Shaohua old and young white...... But time seems to be a strange medicine, specializing in the treatment of a heart disease in the world that cannot be cured by herbs.

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 the people's tomb sweeping and worshipping their ancestors, and this usually rarely visited wasteland has suddenly become "lively". On this day of the year, the vivid changes in the colors of this place have created a unique landscape.

This kind of scenery is not the phenomenon of spring flowers blooming and plants returning to green naturally formed by the alternation of seasons, but the achievement of paper flowers, incense candles, and dark money brought by man.

It is also until today that people who have passed by here in the past may find out. What might normally look like a small dirt bag is actually the bones of a deceased person buried underneath the protruding ground.

The spirit of the deceased is the first to disappear, and the body will then turn into ashes. This is the last trace they left in the world, and they will soon sleep deep on the earth. Disappear 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, in this deserted cemetery, from early in the morning, there will be many people carrying incense and candles. They come from different families or travel from far and wide to come here on this day to pay homage to their ancestors.

this day. The last shred of sustenance left by many of the deceased in the world weaves a solemn dignity that the living must take seriously.

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.

The mound on which the paper money is pressed on top, at least for today, will not be ignored and trampled by passers-by, and for a short time after today, it will be remembered that it is not a pile of idle dirt. It is a resting place for the departed.

It can also be seen from this that identity is a thing, whether it is for the living or the dead. are all very useful.

The tombs, which have not been repaired today, may have collapsed and decayed and leveled on the ground on this day next year. It turned out to be the resting place of the deceased's body, because the outside of the mound was so flat that it was close to an ordinary path, and it was kicked and trampled by people who came and went, and the last bit of dignity left by the deceased in the world was trampled out.

However, whether it is respected or not, this qiē has the right to operate on its own initiative. Or is it in the hands of the living.

Whether the deceased wants the dignity of his own death, no one knows. But if even the living don't care about that, then. Whether there is dignity or not, whether there is humiliation or not, it has lost its meaning.

However, in this wasteland, where there are groups of graves, not all of them have tombstones, and there are even misunderstandings between different families, no one dares to plow the land or plant trees on this land at any time.

This is a territorial rule that binds the dignity of the deceased group, and the surface of the region seems to form a natural barrier. Here, except for worship, there is no room for idlers to do anything.

Although there is no official military to guard and maintain order, the people buried here can still rest in peace, even if they are finally forgotten by their descendants and can no longer be worshipped.

――If the deceased really had a sense of body, would they have exchanged words 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 when this day was approaching, a young girl with a shovel suddenly came to this wilderness, and she dug a large hole in the ground, but filled it with a pile of stones, and finally put it into a box the size of a palm. There were several layers inside and out, and they were tightly sealed, but the small box wrapped in the innermost box did not contain ashes, but only a smaller porcelain vase.

After that, whenever it was the day of folk worship, the girl would carry a thick basket of paper money to the tomb where only a small porcelain bottle was buried, and slowly burn it.

I don't know which ancestor she is going to "give" the paper money to, in short, there is indeed no "person" under the mound, so the paper money she "sent" is evenly distributed to the "everyone" in this area.

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After "buriing" the small bottle three years ago, every year on this day, Mo Ye would come to this tomb without a burial person, placing his affection on things and worshiping 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 really 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 also thought about sewing it into a sachet, but this method still could 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 with the passage of time, her body and mind are growing year by year, and she can gradually understand a truth, she can't always indulge in that kind of depressed feelings.

People have to grow. You need to forget something in order to fully embrace something new. Mo Ye thought that it was impossible for her to forget about her master, but she wanted to grow up strong. At the very least, you must be able to seal this past in a range first, so as not to make your mind troubled by it from time to time, and it will be difficult for you to forge ahead.

In the first year, worship in front of this empty tomb. Mo Ye cried for a long time, and her sadness couldn't help but drip down her cheeks with her tears, and she kept raising her sleeves, and it seemed that she couldn't wipe them off.

Many grave sweepers who passed by that day looked at her crying bitterly, and saw that the tombs without monuments were full of new soil, and they all wondered if she had just lost her loved ones. There was also a strange grave sweeper who couldn't help but feel pity and approached her to comfort her.

In the second year, Mo Ye only bowed his head and wept for a moment. But she didn't cry out loud. She slowly burned a basket of money, and her depressed feelings soon regained her calm, and she didn't stay long in front of the grave before going back.

Today is the third year that she has come here to worship. Seeing that the basket of paper money had been burned by her in earnest, she only wet her eyes at this time, and there was no more love to show.

Maybe it's because the paper money sold on the market today is of higher quality than the products pressed by the paper mill last year, and the process is more refined, and it burns up quickly, and it can't afford any smoke. Didn't smoke Mo Ye's eyes.

Or there is another possibility, when burning paper money, Mo Ye was thinking, but she was thinking about things. In fact, the sorrow in the tomb had nothing to do with it, she had wandered away from other things......

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 purposeful footstep, different from the indifferent passers-by who had hurried past her before.

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

There was no reluctance in this smile. It was very vivid, because she saw old friends who were familiar. And it was something she hadn't expected.

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

"I'm supposed to come." She was answered by an extremely young man's voice. The timbre is not as soft as that of a woman, but it sounds warm and comfortable.

After studying in the school house in other counties for nearly three years, Shi Yi finally completed his studies, and returned to Dongfeng Building on the eve of the end of last year, and spent a Spring Festival with a group of bright women in the building who were not related to him by blood, but were as close as aunts.

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 didn't know if it was because his heart was firm enough, or if he had played this game in a place that everyone didn't know before, not only did he quickly adapt to it, but he also saw their bad motives for doing so, and secretly planned a set of play strategies.

Since the polite way of begging for mercy and surrendering will only make them more and more happy, he can only launch a "counterattack" from the front.

Since then, the sunshine boy who is dressed cross-shirted and deliberately bare his chest and abdomen sings the spring song in the Dongfeng Building, and when he meets people, he fights for wine, hugs left and right, and is full of fragrant words.

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

Since then, the aunts no longer deliberately came to tease the handsome and grown nephew, and Shi Yi soon regained the appearance he had just returned from school, dressed in formal clothes, behaved generously and decently, treated people humbly and gently, and was very respectful to the aunts in the building, and every morning after getting up, he had to take turns to say hello.

And Shi Yi's attitude towards his mother's own sister and his aunt Shisu is more gentle and close, and he will rush to help do many things, almost eager to worship her as a mother, as long as she sits and enjoys the life of opening her mouth and stretching her hands for food.

Three years ago, Jiu Niang, who was responsible for managing all the affairs of Dongfeng Building, suddenly entrusted all this responsibility and power to Zisu, and has since disappeared. Since that day, the girls in the building have been speculating that maybe it was because Jiu Niang couldn't bear the psychological trauma caused to her by Lin Shan's assassination. She had no intention of doing anything more, so she could only choose to live in seclusion for a while.

It's just that now, three long years have passed, and after leaving, Jiuniang has never handed a letter back to Dongfeng Tower. I don't know what her situation has been in seclusion in the past few years. 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. Did she already pass away silently?

It was also because of this kind of discussion that was too worrying and worrying that some old things flowed out of the Dongfeng Building, letting Mo Ye know that the woman who protected her with a thin back in the dark night and held a dagger to block the danger alone had let go of the girl's reserve more than ten years ago, at the age of Shaohua. Wholeheartedly and extremely passionately chased the love of the forest cedar.

But these two people still failed to come together later, drawing a distance between each other that they never crossed, and just became ordinary friends.

Despite this, when Lin Shanyou came to Dongfeng 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, even if it was just for business.

I don't know what kind of tacit understanding it is, so that all the women in the building seem to have become a part of Jiu Niang's heart, not completely dead, and always hope to seize a chance. The two eventually became married.

However, once the separation of life and death three years ago is doomed, it cannot be saved no matter what you do.

Jiuniang handed over all the things in the building to Zisu to take care of, and she was tired enough in the past three years. After Shi Yi came back, he took over the work of managing 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 brute force, in fact, it is very exhausting, and concentration, 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 a strong personality, it is easy to bear it.

The academic institution is different from the official academy. The teaching system of the college is very complete. However, the learning cycle is also long, and the main purpose is to cultivate the talents of the pillars. The school is a teaching institution for ordinary people. Teaching some basic knowledge is mainly biased towards teaching people to acquire a skill.

Shi Yi learned from the school in other counties. Half of it is in the study of livelihood, including abacus. Because the teaching environment inherited by the government and the school has been in existence for too long, Nanzhao wants to introduce the abacus knowledge of Xiaoliang Kingdom, so he can only experiment in the teaching field of Xuelu to see how receptive the people of his country are to this knowledge.

For Shi Yi, who aspired to be a big businessman a few years ago, this is a discipline he attaches the most importance to.

About 30% of the teaching subjects set up in the school are pure liberal arts, and Shi Yi is not very enthusiastic about this. In addition to learning new words and meanings, he actually hates rote memorization of poems and sentences that are jerky to read and don't seem to have any substantive role in making a living.

However, since there is this subject in the school, the combination of academic proportions is naturally reasonable. No matter how clever a person's abacus is, he can't be illiterate! What's more, the cultural heritage of Nanzhao has been inherited and operated for more than 300 years, no matter what kind of business, it may involve some cultural knowledge.

Some of the liberal arts knowledge taught by Professor Xuelu has stopped at a relatively superficial level compared to the teaching level of the government academy. Despite this, the teaching process of Xuelu poetry culture is also abiding by the discipline within a certain range and setting assessment standards. If the student's performance does not meet this assessment, he or she will not be able to get a certificate of completion.

Shi Yi is already a "three-no-person" who has no father, no mother, no background, and is at the bottom of the social dignity pattern. If he didn't want to go to a high-ranking family to recommend himself as a slave and enjoy human rights as the head of the family, he could only break this dilemma by obtaining an academic certificate in the school.

As a collateral component of the education department in the construction of national policies, the school institution does not play a role in whitewashing the identity of "black households". Although the admission requirements of the school are more relaxed than those of the government school, it is not without restrictions.

At the beginning, it was Lin Shan's own reputation that guaranteed that Shi Yi, a "black household", could enter the school to study, and how well he learned after that could only rely on his own efforts and intentions.

After understanding the power and significance of this kind of teaching institution, Shi Yi himself can already understand the strictness of this problem, so he can only continue to stay in Xuelu to continue to study in Xuelu in the process of studying.

I studied like this for three years. His abacus skills are fast, sensitive, and accurate, and he has been able to surpass the teaching and practice of Xuelu, but the level of poetry and writing has just passed the assessment line. It took more than twice as long as other students to return home.

However, the study is biased. It may also reflect a person's talent in a single subject. As soon as Shi Yi returned to Dongfeng Tower, he immediately showed his calculating mind that was superior to ordinary people. And the person who has benefited most directly from this is Zisu, the current director of Dongfeng Building.

Although Shi Yi spent all the fees provided by Dongfeng Lou when he was studying in Xuelu, this bit of silver consumption was simply like plucking a hair from a cow for Dongfeng Lou, and I am afraid that the cow has not felt the pain yet, and new hair has already grown.

However, the joy of the women in the Dongfeng Tower after three years. But it was a rare time in many years that they felt that silver could be spent so meaningfully.

Looking at Shi Yi, who has grown up and returned after practicing the excellent skills that can make a living with one hand, the women in the building seem to see Shi Yi who can take charge of himself and grow into a real great man in the near future. The most important thing is that this man will never abandon them in the Dongfeng Building, and he is the dear descendant of the family they watched grow up.

The feeling of watching the fruit trees you cultivate finally bear fruit and harvest is really joyful and exciting.

So Shi Yi had just returned to his home in Dongfeng Tower. It's going to be a farce like that. The women just want to use the way they are best at to observe the growth and changes of their nephew up close, and use the test hidden in the joke. to test the growth of his heart.

It almost went off the rails.

After the farce was mediated by Zisu, everyone returned to their original positions, and Shi Yi began to concentrate on helping his aunt clear the accounts in the building.

And with his participation, 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 him in only one month.

After that, he had nothing to do for a while, and only then did he start contacting his few friends in Kyoto and meeting regularly.

These friends. Most of them were a few classmates from Beijing who he met at the school. They did not graduate at the same time, but after the school was separated. I have never stopped the correspondence, and it has been agreed a long time ago. When Shi Yi finishes his studies, he must gather in Kyoto.

In addition, Shi Yi also has an important friend in Kyoto, which is Mo Ye.

Mo Ye originally thought that her friend, who had left without saying goodbye three years ago, might be difficult to see again in the future. Shi Yi left Beijing not long after the Lin family's old house was destroyed by fire, and Mo Ye couldn't help but think about the reason for his departure a little more complicated.

But now, after seeing Shi Yi who came back with some surprise, Mo Ye finally believed that he really left for the simple reason of studying three years ago, but it was just a little "unlucky" in the arrangement of the itinerary.

About 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 the situation in which they are in each other has also changed a lot. But after meeting, the two were not as excited as children, and they were not unhappy, but they could control it well in their hearts.

Both of them have grown taller, and the contours of their faces have faded a little childish. Maybe it's because he is knowledgeable now, Shi Yi is no longer like when Mo Ye first met, he shows confusion from time to time, and he has a lot of confidence in his eyes, or he is at ease. 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 natural and generous.

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

However, three years ago, when they got along for less than half a month, the two of them were firmly stored in their hearts.

Shi Yi can't forget what Mo Ye taught him, some rules, celebrities and historical bearings in this world. These should be familiar common sense to the people of the world, and he was able to put aside a little bit of scruples and ask her, because she rarely asked him why he didn't even know this common sense. She answered all questions and helped him a lot in the early days.

Mo Ye can't forget that when she first came to Kyoto, she didn't know anywhere, and Shi Yi gave her the experience of being a tour guide. The two of them actually walked to the edge of the palace together and saved the two girls who fell into the water, just this incident can make Mo Ye's life unforgettable.

So we met again in three years. After a few pleasantries, once the conversation was really opened, for a while. Both have a lot to say to each other. Chatting and chatting, Mo Ye didn't hide from Shi Yi that she was coming here today to worship her master. Just told him not to sue the people in the Dongfeng 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 you are serious, Shi Yi and Lin Shan have only met a few times in a hurry, and they have no obligation to worship, and it is not contrary to common sense.

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

Shi Yi observed the doubt in Mo Ye's eyes when he saw him. He also understood that he didn't say it before, but now he still came, this kind of behavior seems to be a bit teasing, not to mention that this matter is related to the master who worships Mo Ye. Even if the tomb in question is actually empty. It also seems that he is a little disrespectful, and I don't know if it will upset her.

But he really didn't mean it in his heart, so he didn't have time to explain it in words. First, he took out a letter directly from his bosom.

After learning about Jiu Niang's past love history with Lin Shan, Mo Ye originally thought that Shi Yi's purpose in coming here was to visit Lin Shan's grave instead of Jiu Niang. Although Jiu Niang has disappeared, Shi Yi, as her nephew, can still fulfill his junior obligation to do something for this.

Unexpectedly, he just took out a letter.

His eyes swept to the words on the letterbag, and Mo Ye couldn't help but frown.

Shi Yi only pinched the corner of the envelope with his fingers, so that Mo Ye could see all the words on the envelope, and he could already judge it by looking at the expression on Mo Ye's face at this time. She didn't need to explain too much herself, she already recognized the source of the letter.

"Do you want to see it?" Shi Yi's hand holding the envelope shook slightly. It seemed to signal Mo Ye to take it over and look at it carefully, including the contents of the letter paper in the envelope.

Mo Ye had a thought in his heart. But she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, this is not a letter to me. ”

Indeed, this letter was a letter of recommendation written by Lin Shan for Shi Yi three years ago with his own reputation. Because Shi Yi's background is too poor, he is not even as good as a child of a poor family, if he wants to enter the official school, Lin Shan can't help him, but it is too troublesome, so Shi Yi chose the grass hall private teaching that is second to the official school.

But with Shi Yi's background, even if he wants to enter such a place of study, he still needs someone to guarantee him.

The letter was written by Lin Shan to Xuelu, because it has a joint guarantee effect, so this letter has been kept by Xuelu. After knowing that Lin Shan was killed, Shi Yi had a plan to bring the letter back when he returned from his studies.

Now he did, but he found that Mo Ye's enthusiasm for such things did not seem to be as good as he had heard.

Shi Yi hesitated for a moment, and then he took the letter and handed it forward, approaching the flame of the paper money that burned into a pile.

Although Mo Ye verbally said that he didn't need to watch it, he still had some thoughts in his heart, but he was restrained by her. But when she suddenly saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but be taken aback, and the little restraint in her heart was violently impacted, and she blurted out movingly: "You are ...... this"

Shi Yi sighed lightly, did not stop the movements in his hand, and said calmly: "I don't know how I should pay tribute to Mr. Lin, now that I have completed my studies, I will return this letter to him, which can be regarded as a report to him, and thank you!" ”

Mo Ye didn't speak again, just silently looked at the letter stained with Master's handwriting, which was slowly swallowed up by the flames of the paper money.

Seeing that the envelope was completely burned through, but the ashes could still vaguely retain the shape of a letter, Shi Yi stared for a moment, then put his palms together in front of his nose, and recited: "I hope that all the gods, after receiving the road money, at least help me send this letter and my will to Mr. Lin's spirit in the sky." ”

Shi Yi did not kneel down and kowtow to the tomb after burning the letter, but just squatted in front of the tomb without a monument, and said such a sentence softly, this is because Mo Ye did not hide it from him, he knew that Lin Shan's real cemetery was in the Martyrs' Park of the Royal Mausoleum.

At this time, what Mo Ye worshiped was just a small bottle that Lin Shan cherished very much during his lifetime, and he didn't have to be so strict in terms of etiquette.

After Shi Yi had done these things, Mo Ye had already burned the last stack of paper money in the basket. The two of them were still crouching on the ground, their eyes on the pile of dark paper that burned with a little spark left. It won't take long for the ashes of the burning paper to be completely extinguished, but before that, if you don't pay attention to it, you can ride the wind and set a mountain on fire.

At this moment, it seemed to be very close, and suddenly there was a series of crisp birdsongs.

(To be continued)