The world is so big that you can go anywhere, but you have nowhere to go.

This is the case for Yang Congyi at this time.

He was unconcerned and alone. Since getting married, he has been with Qinglian for a long time, his heart has a home, his body has a place, he is no longer a prodigal son that no one cares about, he is no longer wandering, and his life has a direction. Now, the relatives who always put him in his heart have left suddenly, and he has suddenly lost the direction of walking and the desire to continue.

Yang Congyi didn't know where to go, so he unconsciously walked to the lake and the grave.

Heaven is still that day, water is still that water, but people are separated by yin and yang, and they are not seen in this life. The only thing you can see is this pile of loess in front of you.

He sat in front of the grave, with the shadow of Qinglian in front of him, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes indulgent, sometimes shy, reading and learning calligraphy, dressing in the mirror, the hall and bedroom, next to the courtyard door, the red stove warm wall, long hair and ink fragrance.....

One by one, one scene at a time, close in front of you, but you can't touch it.

Looking at the loess that buried her, I can't wait to dig up the loess and see Qinglian again.

Life and death are big, and she is safe in the earth, Qinglian suffered when she was alive, and now that she is gone, how can she be harassed again. The last bit of reason finally suppressed the idea of picking up the loess.

Looking at the bare mound, no monuments, no pines, no names and no parts, like a wild grave, he felt even more sad in his heart.

When Qinglian was alive, he obstructed in every possible way, unwilling to have sex, and he was still in name only after half a year of marriage. Now, she has passed away, she can't enter her mother's grave, married but has no children, no daughters, no name and no points, and her mother's family can only make her a wild grave without monuments and words. How cruel is this to the living and the dead, and how sad should the people on the ground and underground be for this?

Perhaps Qinglian has confided the truth to her mother, or she has been with her daughter for a long time, and has already found that she has been married for a long time, but she is still a virgin, so as to tell the world that although her daughter is married, she is still innocent. Then there is the dissatisfaction with her son-in-law.

Yang Congyi couldn't care about so much, looking at the bare grave, his heart was very uncomfortable, his soul was under this pile of loess. The two have been married for half a year, although they have no children, they are also famous and well-known, how can she not be in the grass.

When he returned to the city, he found the stonemason who had carved the tablet, carved a stonetablet, moved it to the lake, and stood in front of the tomb.

The stele is engraved with twelve characters: the tomb of his beloved wife Li Qinglian, and her husband Yang Cong is righteous.

Yang Congyi, who had nowhere to go, lay down next to the grave, accompanied Qinglian to watch the sunset, the moon rise, and listen to the sound of the wind and water.

If she is there at this time, she will never leave in this life. It's a pity that it's too late and can't be undone.

The name has been lost, and there is no shame to survive in the world.

How sad, how resolute, how helpless?

Honor, in the face of life and death, is it really so important? Yang Congyi was depressed and wanted to scream, but he was afraid of disturbing Qinglian, so he opened his mouth and finally closed it again.

Her choice has her reason in the end. If it wasn't her, how could I know how she felt at the time.

Don't look at Qinglian, when she is at home, she is indulgent like a child, but once she leaves the hospital, she is a well-behaved woman, worried about what others say, worried about others laughing, careful everywhere, always cares, and judges the two of them.

In the face of life and death, she chose the name festival, and it is better to die without the name, this is the idea rooted in her heart. Honor is more important than life, without name, how to survive in the world?

Yang Congyi doesn't understand, there is no word for the name in his heart, and the name is illusory to the living or the dead. He didn't agree with Qinglian's approach, if she was still alive and waiting for him to come back, how good it would be, maybe he could persuade her to give up the idea of losing weight, and the two of them lived well together.

Time cannot be turned back, what has happened has already happened, the dead have died, and the living are still alive with their bodies.

Life and death are fleeting, what is the meaning of life? What do people live for? Fame, or profit?

To live is to do nothing, just to live well, or for this life, or for the next life. If you can't live well, if you can't live, then you can only die.

Whether the world is for fame or profit, it is just to live well, for themselves, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, once they lose something to support them to live well, life is better than death.

Li Qinglian, who lost her reputation, in her own opinion, could not live well, so she had to die.

Die, easy. It's hard to be alive.

Yang Congyi has a hard time living.

This is the tenth day that he has been drunk and lying by the lake, and the person who has lost his direction is most afraid of being awake, conscious, and able to think. He didn't want to be sober, he didn't want to think, he just wanted to get drunk like that.

Li Goudan came to him, and Guo Qing also came to look for him, but he hugged the wine jar, he was drunk and couldn't listen to anything, neither of them wanted him to be depressed, and in the face of this situation, there was nothing he could do.

If there is a third person in this world who cares about him, it is Chen Rushi.

As the magistrate of Taihu Lake, Chen Ru naturally would not run to the lake like Li Goudan and Guo Qing, he couldn't do such a thing. He didn't come, but he could still see Yang Congyi because he sent someone.

A group of officials carried the unconscious Yang Congyi to the county office, and Chen Zhixian gave an order, and a few scoops of cold water were splashed over.

Showering his head with cold water, Yang Congyi suddenly sobered up a little, his intuition was splitting with a headache, and there was a burst of pantothenic acid in his throat, so he hurriedly ran to the corner of the wall, supported the wall and gaged, until he vomited the bitter water in his stomach, and there was nothing to vomit about.

The crowd stood silently, not uttering a word. The county magistrate didn't speak, and no one dared to speak indiscriminately.

After vomiting, the hunger in his stomach was unbearable, Yang Congyi staggered back to the courtyard, scooped up a scoop of cold water and poured it into his stomach. threw the scoop, and then raised his drunken eyes and looked at Chen Zhixian.

"My lord brought me here, but I have something to explain?" Yang Congyi was a little unsteady on his feet.

Chen Zhixian said: "You are still not sober. ”

The county magistrate had a look, and the official realized it, and without waiting for Yang Congyi to react, a scoop of cold water was splashed on the door in front of him.

The sudden scoop of water made Yang Congyi, who was already unconscious and unsteady on his feet, almost fall. However, this scoop of water had an effect, and Yang Congyi instantly became much more sober again. He immediately stabilized his body and respectfully called out "Sir".

"A dignified man, drunk all day long, what a system! Come see me when you're sober. After Chen Zhixian finished speaking, he turned around and left.

In front of Chen Zhixian, Yang Congyi didn't dare to be rude, after all, he was the lord of a county, and he was still the main marriage between him and Qinglian, so he was not allowed to be presumptuous with the strength of wine no matter what.

After drinking wine for more than ten days, how can you sober up for a while?

Yang Congyi lifted the bucket and poured it on his head, and when the cold passed, his head hurt even more, and he couldn't wake up for half a minute, so he simply went to the wall and lay down, slowly sobering up.

After a few hours, he finally sobered up a lot, and his head didn't hurt so much, so he patted the dust on his body, tidied up his clothes and went in to see Chen Zhixian.

When Chen Zhixian saw Yang Congyi coming in, he picked up a few pages of confession on the bookcase, "Take it and take a look." ”

Although Yang Congyi didn't know what it meant, he also stepped forward quickly to take it and looked at it carefully.

Upon questioning, it was learned that the thief had only burglarized the house and had done nothing else. Your wife was burdened by gossip and committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake, which is really unwise, but she is also a chaste martyr. But people can't be resurrected after death, and you still mourn and change. Chen Zhixian persuaded with kind words.

After reading the confession, Yang Congyi had nothing to say.

The thief is not guilty, but Qinglian, how can he be wronged?

Yang Congyi clenched his fists, those who talk nonsense and make something out of nothing deserve to die.

Chen Zhixian saw the change in Yang Congyi's expression, "What, you still want to kill someone?" You entered the cell without permission, killed the prisoner, and didn't punish you for your crimes, don't you want your head? ”

Yang Congyi didn't say a word and put the confession back on the case.

"If one word is sinful, is there any innocent person in this world? Have you ever read the books of the sages and can't even figure this out? ”

"My lord's lesson is that I wrote it down." Yang Congyi bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Qinglian threw herself into the lake, she really can't blame others, and she can't blame Qinglian, thinking about it, she can only blame herself for coming back too late, if she came back earlier, such a thing would not have happened. Thinking of this, he resented himself and longed to die in one fell swoop.

"Don't blame yourself, if you want to blame, blame the county."

Yang Congyi replied: "Where do you dare to blame adults." ”

"The living live in peace, the dead can rest in peace, you go back and think about it. The county will deal with the thieves. ”

"Master Xie." Yang Congyi retired.

The knot that was left in his heart to be indescribable and inconvenient to ask was finally resolved, but Yang Congyi's resentment towards himself continued unabated, and the resentment was difficult to calm down.

Yang Congyi stood in front of the closed door, and seemed to see Qinglian standing in the courtyard.

Hurriedly opened the courtyard door, but the courtyard was empty, and there was still a little breath of life.

He stood still, but the shadow of Qinglian was full of eyes in front of him, lingering. In an instant, the heart-wrenching pain struck again, and tears filled his eyes, pouring down like flowing water, and he indulged again.

After a few moments, he wiped away his tears, relocked the door, and walked away quickly.

The officials are well. This is the blessing and expectation of this little girl when she was dying for him as an official. If he can't be well, Qinglian will definitely be sad and sad when he knows it, and he won't be able to rest in peace.

The place where there is a clear lotus is a place of happiness, and now it is also a place of sadness. Their former home, Yang Congyi no longer had the courage to step into half a step again, so he had to cover the door and leave in a hurry.

Where can you go when you leave home?

Taihu County is not big, but it is not small, but now there is no place for Yang Congyi to go. The deep sense of loneliness made him stand on the street in the evening and be at a loss.

At this time, if there is still a place to go, it is only Guo Qing's restaurant.

Guests come in and out, and the business of the restaurant is getting better and better, and the place is getting smaller and smaller.

Yang Congyi walked into the restaurant and found a corner to sit down. If nothing happened, he looked at the diners in front of him.

They had different expressions, but there was no sorrow. Eating is a major event in life, and for the people in the market, having food is a great joy, and who will be full of sadness when eating?