When the spring breeze rises in April, the peach trees in the yard are already in full bloom.

It is no longer as harsh as the strong northwest wind of the cold winter wax moon, and the thick fox fur coat can finally be removed. He was dressed in a thin robe, and he was ready to go out.

The snow on the ridge had completely melted, revealing the brown-black dirt underneath.

"Miss, are you going out?" While washing the utensils in the dining hall, the old woman looked up at Ritsuko, who was neatly dressed and walking through the corridor with a few books in her arms.

"Well, I'll go and return the few books I borrowed from Mr. Wen before."

"Miss, just let the old man do this kind of thing, you can go back to the house and rest."

"It's okay, I'm idle anyway, you can be busy with your first."

Ritsuko stepped into the backyard barefoot, the ground was a little wet, and she was a little panicked when she stepped on it.

Although she has walked the road many times, every time she steps on it, she always has to shake it before she can continue to take the next step.

Not far from the corner of the courtyard, there is a small bulging earthen bag, on which only a small bamboo tablet is erected, inscribed with a few simple words: The tomb of my mother Situ Yan.

The jade pendant, which was only half left, was hung on it, swaying gently in the wind.

Ritsuko lifted the hem of her skirt, knelt down in front of this simple tombstone, and bowed and bowed, "Mother, how are you doing with your father there?" Have you seen Mr. Wen? You see, I'm doing well with my grandmother now, and I already have someone to take care of me, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. Your favorite peach blossom tree in the front yard has bloomed, and it is blooming vigorously and beautifully, as beautiful as you are. It's just that the only regret is that I can't go to see the peach grove under the mountain with you and Wen Gongzi. ”

Ritsuko grabbed the half of the jade pendant lightly, and there was a thick reluctance and attachment in her eyes.

"Mother, I'll go out first, and I'll talk to you when I come back."

I scooped water from the wooden basin under the hallway, rinsing the dust off my feet, and even though it was April, the water that had been kept outside was still a little cold.

"Grandma, I'm out."

"Please be careful on the road, Miss."

The appearance of the home has been completely cleaned up by the old woman as before. Ritsuko even had the illusion that the person who was making a noise in the cafeteria seemed to be the appearance of Mrs. Nangong in the next second.

The door of the entrance has been replaced, no longer the door panel with a sword eye, she doesn't know when the door was replaced, but when she woke up, she was already here, and the original peach blossom texture on the door had long since dissipated without a trace.

The wind picked up, blowing in front of her eyes with petals after petals, brushing her cheeks.

Ritsuko raised her head, the white clouds were floating very leisurely in the blue sky, and the sound of birds and beasts running by in the mountains sounded unexpectedly harmonious, "The weather is really good today." ”

It's been a long time since I've seen a day like this......

The door outside Wen Jinnian's courtyard is hidden, and as long as Ritsuko touches it lightly, the old door will make a "squeak" moan.

Even though she knew that there was no one inside, she still knocked on the door and said softly, "Young Master Wen, I'm in." ”

The yard has been cleaned up by the old woman, and even the weeds that Wen Jinnian didn't bother to take care of have been removed.

Maybe it was because he forgot to close the door when he left, but the door of the house was wide open at the moment.

There was no blood on the walls and floors, except for the windblown dust on the table facing the door.

It was quiet inside, and the sounds of the mountains were separated from the house, and it was a little farther away.

The books on the shelves were neatly arranged, the inkstone pressed the rice paper and lay quietly on the desk, and the brushes were also propped aside side by side. It seemed that the next moment the owner of the room would come back and sit down at the table, pick up a pen and continue to write something on the paper.

Until a loud "bang" interrupted Ritsuko's action as she was about to put the book on the empty shelf.

The door of the house...... It seems to be closed.