The Western wall clock in the room rang eleven times regularly. Fang Yan, who had been closing his eyes slightly, suddenly opened his eyes wide, although he still couldn't see the light.

Fang Yan groped his way out of bed in the dark, and once again leaned against the wall to move forward. He gently pulled the deadbolt open, and the two doors were in a state of concealment. After a while, the housekeeper Lao Liu tiptoed in, did not speak, and walked straight to Fang Yan.

This time, Lao Liu did not push the wheelchair, but walked out with both hands holding Fang Yan's arm. They walked out of Fang's house through the back door in silence, and a carriage stopped at the mouth of the alley. This carriage was specially hired by Lao Liu from a neighboring village and town, and the coachman was not familiar with the young master of the Fang family.

Xing Hua'er, a female worker in the tea factory, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and then Lao Liu helped Fang Yan into the carriage. After Fang Yan sat down, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Are you all ready?"

Fang Yan asked eagerly.

"Everything is ready according to your instructions, in addition to the paper money, I also bought Qilan's favorite pastry."

Xinghua'er replied to Fang Yan's question, Fang Yan nodded, and praised Xinghua'er for being careful and thoughtful.

"Without further ado, we must hurry up."

The housekeeper Lao Liu said anxiously, and then ordered the coachman in front of him to raise his whip and urge the horse to set off immediately. It was actually only half an hour's drive to Jiuqu Bay, and when they arrived, it was not yet early in the morning. Although Fang Yan was temporarily blind, he knew very well in his heart that his biological clock was not much worse than the actual time. He muttered, "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't miss today." ”

The terrain of Jiuqu Bay is not very high, only a small hillside, and at the foot of the mountain is a narrow river. Yun Qilan's well-dressed mound is just a few dozen meters away from the mountainside. Lao Liu helped Fang Yan out of the carriage, and the apricot blossoms, who carried many sacrifices in his hands, followed closely.

Old Liu ordered the coachman to wait here, and he continued to support Fang Yan along the mountain road.

"My damn eyes, how nice it would be to be able to see! I really want to add soil to Qilan's grave and wipe the picture on her tombstone. ”

Fang Yan blamed himself with grief, he had been in pain for several months since he lost his eyesight.

"Young Master, your blindness is only temporary. Let's go to a Western doctor as soon as possible, and I believe it will be cured. ”

Lao Liu comforted Fang Yan as usual as he walked.

"Yes, young master, you will be fine. Because you are a good person, a good person will definitely be rewarded. ”

Xinghua'er was also praising Fang Yan, just like that, the three of you and I were talking one by one, and soon arrived at Yun Qilan's tombstone.

"Young master, it's here."

Lao Liu reminded and stopped at the same time. Fang Yan's mood suddenly became heavy, and he had been talking in his heart for a long time, but he didn't know where to start for a while? Tears had already poured out first, he let go of Lao Liu's hand, staggered by himself, stepped on weeds and thorns, and finally groped for the tombstone. Lao Liu took out a match from his pocket and struck one, but it was instantly blown out by the wind.

"What is this? Has anyone been here? ”

Fang Yan inadvertently seemed to touch something, just in front of the tombstone, there was a soft and soft object. This made Fang Yan very stunned, and he suspected that someone had been here. At this time, Lao Liu had already struck the second match, Xinghuaer hurriedly handed over the prepared white candle, and Lao Liu blocked the wind with one hand and lit the candle.

"There's a hood here."

The careful apricot blossom took out a glass lampshade from the package, and the candle flame was finally not easy to extinguish. Lao Liu gently placed the white candle with a lampshade on the ground in front of the tombstone. At this time, Fang Yan had already held the object that his hand had touched tightly in his hand. In an instant, he had already intuitively guessed what it was, and ten thousand questions immediately welled up in his heart.

"Young Master, what is this?"

Lao Liu looked at the thing in Fang Yan's hand and asked in surprise.

"It's not ...... Isn't Qilan's favorite silk scarf! How did it end up here? ”

Xinghua'er, who is Yun Qilan's best friend, recognized the object at a glance.

"Ahh

Lao Liu only exclaimed one word, and he suddenly thought of the woman in men's clothes who followed Ling Haotian during the day. Although she insisted on denying it, Lao Liu has always been skeptical.

"Qilan, where are you? Are you still on this earth? If not, then who put your belongings here? Qilan, don't play tricks on me, okay? Whether you're a human or a soul now, would you like to come out and meet me? Qilan ......"

Fang Yan looked left and right, but due to his eye disease, all he saw was pitch black. He was so grief-stricken that he knelt down in front of Yun Qilan's tombstone with a puff, and his tears were like springs of tears and he wailed hoarsely.

The apricot blossoms, who were placing offerings and burning paper money, couldn't suppress the sorrow in their hearts, crying while greeting the "deceased" Qilan. What "is it cold in heaven?" Hot or not? Can you be lonely and lonely"...... Something like that.

For a while, there was a cry in front of the well-dressed mound. Although Lao Liu did not make a sound, he also shed tears. Does it matter if Yun Qilan is deceased, or is she still in the world? He deplored the misery of the woman's fate. After standing behind Fang Yan for a few minutes, Lao Liu wiped his tears and rubbed his faint old eyes. Then, his footsteps quietly moved to the side. Not far behind the tombstone, there is a small bamboo forest, and Lao Liu suddenly wanted to go over and take a look.

From time to time there was a sound of Suo Suo in the bamboo forest, and at first Lao Liu only thought it was the wind, so he didn't pay much attention to it. But as he approached, he seemed to smell a scent that made him stand and hold his breath.

At this time, there were two people in the bamboo forest. One of them clutched the other's mouth, not allowing him to make any sound, allowing the tears to slip between his palms.

Lao Liu was silent for a moment, and the smell that poured in between his noses became stronger. Lao Liu finally understood that it was a kind of fragrance, which was the perfume smell commonly used by the wives and ladies of wealthy families at that time. Thinking of this, Lao Liu's heart didn't feel a "chuckle". With a delicate mind, he suddenly gave up his plan to explore the bamboo forest, and he couldn't help but retreat to the side.

At this moment, Fang Yan was still crying darkly, unable to tell his thoughts about Yun Qilan. Time passed minute by minute, and before he knew it, Fang Yan was in front of the clothed mound and worshiped for nearly two hours. Every time he came here, he didn't want to go back at all. I wish to let nature "dry" him, so as to fulfill my wish to reunite with Yun Qilan.

"Young master, it's time for us to go back."

Lao Liu finally came over to urge, because he knew that what should come will always come, and what should go must also be gone. If the person who is hiding doesn't want to show up at this moment, then there is no need to wait persistently.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to accompany Qilan, she's too lonely, too lonely! I'm sorry for her......"

Fang Yan was still crying and chattering, and at this time, the sound of the bamboo forest came again.