In the middle of the month, Aunt Qi swallowed her last breath, and when she was dying, her sunken eyes were still looking at Qi Fengnian beside the bed, and tears rolled down. The outstretched hands are empty, and they are persistent all their lives, and they still don't grasp anything until they die.

After the funeral, Lin Yu found Qi Fengnian and handed over a small urn to him. The little urn was old, covered with dry mud, but the seal was still in good shape.

Qi Fengnian carefully opened the seal, only to smell a sweet aroma of wine, he looked at Lin Yu, not knowing what this meant.

"Fenjiu is the bottom, pick the pear blossoms of the new Turui, enter the urn during the Qingming Festival, and bury it in a cool place with red mud for storage. It is said that this is your favorite drink in the past, but the pear blossom was twelve years ago, and I don't know how it tastes now. ”

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he left, leaving Qi Fengnian who stood still.

Qi Fengnian saw the girl in a light blue skirt standing under the rocks from a distance, and when he saw him coming, he smiled, and the faint blush on his face was shy, "Fengnian, I made your favorite wine, don't open it in advance, it is to stay until you get married." With that, she took the hem of her skirt and walked away lightly.

Suddenly, it had been twelve years.

Qi Fengnian picked up the small urn and sniffed it carefully, the aged wine was sweet and rich. This taste seemed to be unfamiliar to him, so he poked his tail finger in it and dipped it in his mouth, and the aroma of wine filled his heart, melting a certain softness, and melting away the tears in his eyes.

How did he not taste the taste of love, but regretted that he did not cherish it.

A few days later, Qi Fengnian took his children to bid farewell to Jiyue Villa and returned to his hometown, letting go of his hard-won position as the chief steward who had struggled for more than 20 years.

The ruts were like sighs and turns.

After Qi Fengnian left, Lin Yu transferred Zhang He to Jiyue Villa to assist the new steward Jiang Yu in managing the affairs of the villa, which can be regarded as training and experience. Zhang He was naturally happy to have such an opportunity, but when he thought of the evening mirror, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive, he always avoided her from a distance when he first entered the villa, and only after he became familiar with it did he dare to look at the eyes of the evening mirror again.

In fact, those eyes are not terrible, they always look close and lovely with a light smile, but when they are carefully distinguished, they feel that there is always a gap between them and the world, like a barrier like a veil, which can be seen, but it is difficult to touch.

Zhang He always wanted to find a word to describe what was hidden under the smile of the evening mirror, but before he could find the word, he began to feel a little distressed. With a smack, he defined her smile as sad.

Sad smile, and so good-looking. It's a contradiction.

In a blink of an eye, Li Xiang'er took her husband and her family to the cross ditch to go to the grave of her father and mother.

The topography of Lingwu County is high in the west and low in the east, and the Spring River that passes through Jincheng flows out of the Baili Mountain in the west, passes through Jincheng, and converges with the Fangma River around the city to flow to the cross ditch in the east. The name of the cross ditch is very small, but the area is very large, and the rolling hills on all sides are sandwiched by two criss-crossing ravines, and the feng shui is a little weird.

This place was originally not buried, I don't know if the old owner Li didn't understand or didn't believe in this set, so he buried his father on the top of this low mountain. It may be that the blind cat touched the dead mouse, or it may be that the feng shui set is not working, anyway, Jiyue Villa has always lived well, it can be seen that the ancestral tomb is very good, so in the past ten years, there have been more graves in the cross ditch.

Out of Jincheng to the east, there are more and more chariots and horses for Qingming sacrifices. Most of the men riding horses in the car are women, but Li Xianger and Lin Yu are riding horses in Jiyue Villa, and the rest of the men and the evening mirror are all cats in the car.

Li Xiang'er sat on the horse and pouted.

She was very dissatisfied, with her thoughts, she should ride the whole family to raise their horses, roll up the dust and smoke, and go to see her father and mother with great momentum, which is called a long face. But thinking about the small body of the evening mirror, I had to bury this wish deeply.

At this time, the evening mirror was looking at the newly blooming flowers on both sides of the road through the gauze curtains, and the mood was not too high. The scenery of the cross ditch is excellent, but the evening mirror does not like it here.

The old owner of Li passed away the year before last, and when she was buried after the funeral, she came to this cross ditch once, because she came during the day, and the evening mirror did not see a ghost in this cross ditch, but she could feel a kind of unpleasant atmosphere.

That breath, but it doesn't look like a ghost.