The Qian family didn't wait until nightfall for Zhong Fan, who was late for Shi Shiran.

Qian Daxing didn't say much, and took him directly to the ancestral hall.

It is said that in the ancestral hall where there should only be the ancestral tablet of the Qian family, there is also the ancestral tablet of the Zhong family placed side by side with the Qian family - although there is only one, and it is written that the ancestors of the Zhong family are listed on it.

But when he saw this scene, Zhong Huan was still a little unhappy.

Although the surname Zhong, in the eyes of Qian Daxing and others, was fabricated by him casually, he himself did have the surname Zhong.

It's nothing to have such a tablet, but why should it be placed with the Qian family's piece?!

Qian Daxing didn't explain to him, but only asked him to stand and watch, and then respectfully sacrificed his ancestors according to the ritual process, and personally kowtowed to Zhong's tablet, and even prayed:

"Xiaolang borrowing his surname is really a last resort. Please bless him with safety and success, and he will return his surname one day, and he should be dedicated to the ranks. ”

He didn't know.

Zhong Xuan comforted himself, and his face softened.

After the incense was finished, Qian Dasheng led him back: "Go this way." ”

Zhong Fan raised his eyebrows, why is it not over yet?

The two men walked silently to the deepest part of the ancestral hall, and then, turning a corner, entered a small room in the most remote place. The door was locked.

Qian Daxing touched the key from his arms, lowered his head, opened the lock attentively, pushed the door respectfully, stepped in first, but did not go forward, but stood directly by the door, crossed his hands, bowed slightly, and waited for Zhong Huan to enter.

Looking at his style, Zhong Huan's heart moved slightly, and he changed his solemn expression and walked in slowly.

When he entered the door, Qian Daxing closed the door with his own hands and bolted the latch. Zhong Xuan stood still and tilted his head to look at him.

Qian Dasheng didn't explain, just walked inside.

This is a small ashram, or small Buddha hall.

On the shrine is the Bodhisattva of the Great Trend.

The incense table is offered with fine sandalwood, and a number of flowers and fruits.

Zhong Fan stiffened.

His zodiac sign is a horse, and when he was young, someone arranged for him, and once told him: Your guardian Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva of the Great Trend.

So from then on, he seemed to be subconsciously haunting, and he always walked around this bodhisattva, and sometimes even if he did, he pretended not to distinguish which bodhisattva was which bodhisattva.

But now, here, how could this one be placed?

Belch?

I saw Qian Dasheng respectfully stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed an unknown mechanism under the incense case, and the Buddhist altar sounded sluggishly, and swayed in place in a circle-

On the back of the Bodhisattva, there is a tablet like a small mountain!

This is, a family, all once brilliant.

Zhong Huan's face changed greatly, and his body stiffened into a stone!

The silent Qian Dasheng walked up to him, placed a thick futon in front of him, and stepped aside.

Zhong Huan suddenly felt his head slightly dizzy.

The hill-sized tablets in front of him seemed to have some kind of magic, and countless scenes flashed through his mind.

Zhong Huan only felt a sorrow and sorrow surging up from the bottom of his heart, lowered his head, and silently knelt down on the mat and kowtowed.

Three kneels, nine knocks.

The more I worship, the more I feel guilty; The more I worship, the more I feel resentful; The more I worship, the more I feel that the full block must be poured with blood and tears!

"Ancestors and ancestors, unfilial children and grandchildren...... Unfilial children and grandchildren......" Zhong Huan fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Qian Daxing's eyes were red, his chubby lips kept squirming, and he didn't know what he was praying for. However, as soon as Zhong Huan cried, he couldn't bear it anymore, covered his eyes with his hands, first howled, and finally turned into a howl.

The cries of the two people in the ancestral hall lasted for a long time, and they also spread far away.

In the small snow shelter next to the ancestral hall, Qian Yunuan, who was dressed in a big hat, originally had a worried face, but when she heard this cry at this moment, she was relieved, held Mu Bao's hand, and sat down with a smile.

waved to Qian Duoduo, who was playing in the snow on the side, and said softly: "Grandfather and uncle are very sad, and no one around can persuade them." Daddy and mom are not as suitable as you, how about you go and call them out for dinner? ”

Qian Duoduo looked dazed: "It's called for dinner, anyone can go." ”

"Even the cleaning was done by your grandfather, so who can do it? Obediently, go and tell your grandfather and uncle: "You and I are waiting for them in the pavilion, and our feet are frozen into ice." ”

Qian Duoduo sighed, jumped into the ancestral hall, looked left and right, followed the sound to find in, pushed the door and couldn't open, so he knocked the door outside: "Grandfather, uncle, I'm hungry!" ”

After only two or three breaths, Zhong Huan wiped his tears and opened the door: "Good boy, we are out." ”

The voice was hoarse, and his expression was sluggish, not as usual.

Qian Duoduo looked at him worriedly, stood on tiptoe and touched his face: "Uncle, are you okay?" My mother was worried. ”

"Uncle is fine." Zhong Huan bent down and picked him up, suddenly feeling a little more relaxed, so he smiled at the little toddler and pinched his tender little face affectionately, "However, Uncle is hungry for us a lot, so this is something." Let's go, let's eat! ”

After saying that, he glanced back.

Qian Daxing had moved the futon in silence again, and the room had once again become a small quiet room.

Out of the room, Qian Dasheng turned around and locked the door.

Zhong Huan stood with Qian Duoduo in his arms, turned his back to him, and said softly, "Uncle, thank you." ”

Qian Daxing's shoulders trembled, and his breathing was unsteady again.

"However, the contents of this ashram cannot be kept." Zhong Huan's voice was still light.

Qian Dasheng snorted and muttered a sentence from his throat: "These things, wherever I go, I will take them with me." Rest assured. ”

Zhong Huan looked back at him.

The life, past, present, and future of this body are all on the shoulders of Qian Daxing, and it has been carried for most of his life.

"Uncle, burn it. With me, none of this stuff makes much sense. Zhong Huan's voice seemed to come faintly from the ancient night sky, although it was quiet, but it was terrifying.

"I know they've become a part of your life. But, now there is me. It is unfair to you to keep them as well as to me.

"So, burn it. All burned. Don't let anyone else know. ”

Zhong Huan hugged Qian Duoduo tightly, "Especially, those people who shouldn't know." ”

Qian Daxing finally turned his face.

The two men looked at each other.

On Qian Daxing's face, in addition to tears of excitement, there was also a glimmer of loss and struggle.

"Uncle, have Dong San and their family been arranged?" Zhong Huan asked lightly, but his expression and tone no longer looked like a nephew who had picked it up.

Qian Daxing looked at him a little stunned, with surprise on his face, and after a while, he hurriedly avoided Qian Duoduo's curious gaze, coughed and cleared his throat, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, safe, rich, and someone to help you." ”

"That's good."