What surprised Chen Er even more was that the old man didn't say next, "You really look like your grandfather." Something like that.

He just slowly shifted his gaze downwards and landed on the urn in Chen'er's hand.

The old man was already very old, although he was not as old as Yu Mo who had seen him before, but Chen Er guessed that the old man in front of him was not ninety but eighty.

The old man's eyes showed a very sad look.

Then he nodded to Chen, and slowly moved his steps to make way for Chen.

Chen Er also greeted the old man with his eyes.

When he walked past the old man with the urn in his hand, he could even feel the faint sadness wafting from the old man.

It was quiet in the hall.

The floor is covered with carved blue floor tiles, and on each side is a long table made of rosewood.

On each of them was a small palm-sized bronze incense burner, which was now emitting light smoke.

The aroma is fresh and fragrant, with a slight spicy note.

It's a bit of a refreshing feeling.

It should be benzoin burned in it.

Chen Er raised his foot and buried it, raised his chin slightly, and his gaze fell on the front of the hall.

An old man of nearly 100 years old was sitting there peacefully.

It should be Lu Yumiao's grandfather.

Listening to Lu Yumiao, his grandfather Xinger is a king, his name is Lu Xuan, and the word is Yunshan.

He is eight years older than Chen'er's grandfather.

Chen Er took a step forward, and easily saw the appearance of his grandfather from his face.

Lu Xuan actually looks five points similar to his grandfather.

Chen Er couldn't help but be stunned.

It took a while to come to his senses and put the urn in his hand on the long table in front of Lu Xuan.

"Uncle, grandfather, this is grandpa's ashes."

Lu Xuan was stunned, and his eyes fell on the pitch-black box.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his palm gently landed on it.

Fingers still tremble.

Chen Er looked at the old man, as if he suddenly felt a deep sorrow in him.

"I was raised by your grandfather and grandmother."

Lu Xuan's fingers gently rubbed the pitch-black box.

There seemed to be a bright light flickering under his eyes, and it was like a calm stagnant water suddenly refracted into a dazzling ray of sunlight.

"I haven't seen my parents since I was born."

"My uncle and aunt brought me up."

The uncles and aunts mentioned here naturally refer to Chen Er's great-grandfather and great-grandmother.

Lu Xuan's father is the cousin of his grandfather.

At that time, Lu Yu's parents died of an epidemic. And Lu Xuan, who was still young and less than two years old, was handed over to Chen Er's grandfather.

He was raised until he was eight years old.

When she was eight years old, her grandmother gave birth to her grandfather.

It was also that year that the land of China was in flames, and the Lu family had to give up some industries in the north and return to their hometown with their families.

At that time, the Lu clan had their own fields, tenants and mercenaries in Qinghua.

It is completely self-insuring.

However, on the way to evacuate, they were attacked by a group of warlords.

Lu Xuan burst into tears.

"Unexpectedly, that time, it turned out to be goodbye."

Lu Xuan's palms trembled violently, first clenching the box full of ashes firmly, and then slowly letting go of his hands.

Tears flowed down the wrinkled lines of his face and dripped down the long case.

Chen Er knew that this kind of thing could not be comforted with words, so he had to look at him quietly.

Lu Xuan seemed to feel this gaze, so he slowly raised his head and looked at Chen Er as well.

After looking at each other at such a close distance, Chen Er realized that Lu Yu and his grandfather really looked alike.

For a moment, Chen Er even recognized Lu Yu as his grandfather in a trance.

Lu Xuan stared at Chen Er's face, his eyes changed from sadness at the beginning to shock, and then joy.

Then he suddenly precipitated all his emotions, and his eyes became extremely soft.

Trembling, he stretched out his palm and gently patted Chen Er's shoulder.

It took a while to spit out such a sentence.

"Just go home."

Chen Er suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart.

There seems to be some emotion surging in the veins.

Then he replied, almost reflexively, "All is well." ”

Lu Xuan smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the ancestral hall to have a look."

Chen Er stepped forward and helped Lu Yu up.

Lu Yumiao held the urn in the back.

The road to the ancestral hall was farther, and the group walked very slowly.

Along the way, Chen Er kept talking to Lu Xuan.

It's all about some interesting things that happened when I was a child, living with my grandparents and parents.

When passing by a large garden, Lu Yu smiled and pointed to a rockery.

"One year, your grandfather and I came back to worship our ancestors."

"I was greedy for fun, and secretly ran into the rockery, and a large group of servants in the family looked for me everywhere, but they couldn't find anyone."

Lu Yu's expression was very relaxed and happy, as if when he was talking, he had returned to his childhood, that carefree childhood.

"Later, it was your grandfather who came, standing in the garden, holding a folding fan of green bamboo and Xuexuan, and gently hitting it in the palm of his hand. Just facing the rockery, since he is gone, let's go and eat the newly made eight-treasure duck in the kitchen! He's not here anyway, so you shouldn't have seen it. ”

Chen Er couldn't help but smile, he already knew the ending of this story when he heard this.

Who in this world can resist the temptation of good food?

Lu Yu looked at Chen Er and said, "As soon as I heard this, I was in a hurry, and I rushed out without saying a word, and shouted while rushing out, don't eat my duck!" Don't eat my ducks! ”

Speaking of this, Lu Xuan stopped.

Chen Er also stopped, looked up, and saw a very solemn building.

There is a plaque hanging under the eaves, with four big characters written on it - Qinghua Lushi.

Before he could get close to the house, Chen Er could smell a strong smell of incense and candles.

Chen Er helped Lu Yu and carefully stepped on the high white marble steps, walking up step by step.

As I stepped up the steps, I was greeted by an open space.

In a place that resembles an altar, the ground is also covered with white marble.

The two servants who followed behind stepped forward and opened the closed door.

The dazzling light from the outside shot into it at once, illuminating the inside a lot.

Chen Er raised his eyes and saw that it was full of dense tablets.

The walls are also covered with countless portraits.

Chen Er helped Lu Yu in, and Lu Yumiao also followed.

There is a lot of space in the room, but there are a lot of tablets, so it looks cramped.

The windows were mostly closed, and there was no light.

The two servants who came in followed lit a few palace lamps in the house.

The light in the room slowly improved.

The handwriting on the tablets became clear.

Lu Yumiao handed the urn to Chen Er.

Lu Yu said to Chen Er, "Wait a minute, you will kowtow with the urn, even if the family comes." ”

Chen Er nodded.