Qingming, one of the 24 solar terms of the lunar calendar, the traditional Chinese Qingming Festival began in the Zhou Dynasty, and the almanac has a record: the fifteenth day after the spring equinox, Dou Zhi Ding, for Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, when the cover is clear and clear, when the air is clear and the scenery is bright, everything is visible, so it is named.

Before and after the Qingming Festival, the temperature rises, the weather warms up, at this time the spring flowers bloom, everything recovers, the sky is clear and the earth is bright, it is a good time for the spring outing, however, the ordinary people generally choose to sweep the tomb, carry wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items to the cemetery, the food is offered in front of the tomb of the ancestors, and then the paper money is incinerated to cultivate new soil for the grave, fold a few tender green new branches and insert them on the grave, and then kowtow to worship.

And at this time, Han Rui took a group of clansmen, is doing the above procedures, saying that Hanjia Village, from the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, the Eight Kings Rebellion, the Five Hu Chaohua began, the Central Plains people to avoid the war, a large number of southward migration, Han surname is no exception, according to the ancestors handed down only words, the village clan elders deduced that they should belong to the Yingchuan lineage, after several tosses, before migrating here to settle down.

It has a history of two or three hundred years, and when it comes to Han Rui's generation, it is considered the tenth generation, so after worshipping six or seven tombs of common ancestors, the clansmen also parted ways, dispersed, and sacrificed their relatives, and the old people like several clansmen can return to the village first.

The sun was slightly warm, the wind was slightly cold, on a nameless hill, Han Rui stood quietly in front of the tomb of Han Jiu and his wife, placing incense, candles and sake, silent, everything became so quiet, bleak, less noisy and impetuous, only the sound of wind blowing grass and swaying leaves could be heard.

Han Rui couldn't tell who he belonged to, the feeling of sadness surged out from the bottom of his heart, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but be moist and overflowing, slowly, hanging a few drops of crystal clear, the wind was blowing, cold and cold, maybe he could feel Han Rui's mood, the rain, very thin, very cotton, like a continuous silk thread, slowly falling from the air, fluffy, quietly and silently, rippling in mid-air, in the verdant mountain trees, filled with a thin veil.

"Lang Jun, it's raining, go back, so as not to get wet." Ah Fu stepped forward to persuade him, his eyes full of worry, afraid that Han Rui would be sick again.

"Hmm." Han Rui responded inaudibly, Ah Fu was overjoyed, and hurriedly beckoned the servants next to him, packed up the offerings, took out the oil-paper umbrella himself, and held it on Han Rui's head.

The drizzle is sparsely obliquely weaving, like smoke and fog, floating on the mountain path, in a murky sound, the mountains and forests are particularly silent, the empty valley is silent, the cicadas seem to be hiding, the green trees on the mountain are verdant, full of vitality, on the tall and straight trees, the young leaves are bright and green, stained with wet rain, it seems particularly clear and transparent.

The light rain was slightly sprinkled, weaving into a gentle net, and the mist swirled around the mountains and rivers, hazy, like a faint ink painting, but at this moment, Han Rui was not in the mood to enjoy the wonderful scenery, so he just lowered his head and walked forward.

"Ding, ding, ding......."

A string of copper bells came from behind, getting closer and closer, seeing Han Rui's unaware appearance, Ah Fu hurriedly whispered a reminder, Han Rui looked back blankly, but saw a carriage coming leisurely, and naturally got out of the way.

This is a very beautiful and luxurious carriage, the left and right sides of the carriage and the front soft curtain, all are delicately painted auspicious beasts, and on the roof stands a silver winged high, with its head held high, as if it wants to fly into the air, as if it is about to fly into the air, the workmanship is extremely exquisite, from a distance, lifelike, exactly like the real thing.

In front of the car, there was a shiny horse with a full body coat, and the driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, although he was only dressed as a slave, but when he saw Han Rui and his party walking lightly, he knew that he smiled and thanked him, and walked slowly, lest the car go too fast, making the dust fly, splashing passers-by, from the slightest details, you can know its quality.

The carriage galloped slowly, leaving a rich aroma, which was clearly audible and did not disappear for a long time, and when the carriage was getting farther away, Han Rui started and continued to move forward, still smelling a faint fragrance.

The word Xiangche BMW should be derived from this, the people who can sit in the oil-walled incense car are not ordinary people, and they don't know which dignitaries travel, Han Rui thought about it a little and didn't care too much.

The rain gradually became heavier, from light to thick, seemingly light as a thin veil, but it could cover the eyes, making people unable to see the road ahead, the flying dust, the rain covered it, slowly turned into muddy water, slippery and muddy, and it was a little difficult to walk.

The rain was accumulating delicately, changing direction with the breeze, like a pearl shining in the sky, fluttering and dripping along the wall of the oil-paper umbrella, no matter how carefully and carefully Ah Fu guarded it, it was inevitable that there would be water droplets dripping on Han Rui's body, not to mention himself, he had already been drenched in half of it.

Flicking the fog beads on his sleeves, seeing Ah Fu's embarrassed appearance, Han Rui said, "Nearby, is there any place to shelter from the rain?" ”

Ah Fu hurriedly said: "Just in front, there is a temple, although it is dilapidated, but the main hall can barely hide from the rain. ”

"Well, just go there, walk two steps faster, the rain will get heavier, and it won't stop for a while." Han Rui said, of course, a few servants had no opinion, and sped up their pace and walked towards the temple.

Walked more than 100 steps, out of a wide fork in front, cypress trees on both sides, the end of the eaves warped corners, vaguely a temple building with extraordinary weather, slowly approached, only to find that the temple has indeed fallen, the road is overgrown with weeds, even the bluestone slabs that pave the stairs seem to be taken away, not to mention the beams of wood, even the threshold is not left.

Only the Daxiong Treasure Hall, with a few statues of the Buddha, was preserved by the people who did not dare to move lightly, but it can also be seen from the remaining brick and stone foundation that this temple also had a glorious history.

"Lang Jun, the carriage just now."

Hearing Ah Fu's voice, Han Rui came back to his senses from the elapsed and fickle emotion, but saw that on the inside of the main hall, there was an oil-walled incense cart parked, the horse was raising its hooves and sneezing, neighing and shaking, and the raindrops were sprinkled all around along the shiny fur, instantly returning to a dry state.

The so-called first come, first come, hesitate to say hello first, but I heard a bang in the sky, a bang, and suddenly, the raindrops formed a line, and the heavy rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had fallen.

"Lang Jun, hurry up and go in." Ah Fu hurriedly hugged Han Rui and walked into the main hall quickly.

“… Lang Jun is a few ...... just now. ”

The figure in the hall flickered, Han Rui raised his head, slightly stunned, and sighed in his heart, what a handsome and unparalleled young man, just like the description of Jia Baoyu in the Dream of Red Mansions, his face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like powder, the lips are like grease, the eyes are like autumn waves, and he is looking forward to being amorous.

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