It wasn't until it was dark that the group left.

On the carriage, Cui Mi leaned against the wall of the carriage with his eyes closed, "Baoluo, are you willing to go back with your grandfather?" ”

Han Baoluo couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are not Han Zhengqing's blood, and it is not appropriate to stay in Han Mansion any longer. Grandpa wants to take you back and take good care of you. Grandpa doesn't have a few years to live, and if he can watch you become his own son, he will die without regrets. ”

Han Baoluo threw himself into Cui Mi's arms, "Grandpa, don't say that, you will definitely live a long life!" ”

Cui Mi touched her head: "Silly boy, even those immortals, there are few who can live past a hundred years old, let alone us ordinary people?" Life and death have fate, and sooner or later there will be that experience. Originally, I didn't dare to die, but what if I died and Yueniang came back? Now that my grandfather has found you, even if you are under the Nine Springs, you can smile. ”

Han Baoluo clutched his sleeve tightly, and when he thought that this loved one who had finally appeared would also leave her in the future, there was a boundless confusion in his heart.

She finally had a relative, did she have to lose it again?

But as my grandfather said, life and death are fate, and she has to face this problem.

So, the time she can spend with him is really running out. One day is one day less.

But the thought of leaving here, the place where she had lived for more than ten years, scared her.

Since she was a child, the farthest place she has been to is probably Lijiazhuang, where Sister Zhizhi is located.

Isn't there a way to do both?

Cui Mi sensed her fear, and her warm and thin palm covered the top of her head, rubbing it again and again.

"Don't be afraid, Baoluo, there is no one else in the family except our grandparents, and after you go, you will live in your mother's former boudoir. There are a lot of books and knick-knacks she used to collect, and I keep them all safe.

"There are a lot of fun and delicious things to eat in Dan, you will definitely like it......"

Cui Mi slowly told her about the scenery of Dancheng, which aroused Han Baoluo's yearning.

When the few people returned to the small courtyard, Shen Yizhi was planning to take Qingbao out to watch the lights and go shopping.

During the day, Li Chuntao and Li Qingyun came back from shopping, saying that it was today's Midyear Festival, and the street was very lively, and there were activities such as putting river lanterns and burning boats at night.

Shen Yizhi planned to take Qingbao to see it.

In modern times, the Midyear Festival has basically declined, and few people will pass by.

And in this era, the Midyear Festival is obviously an extremely grand festival.

There are more than a dozen festivals of the living, such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc., but the festivals of the deceased are all one Qingming and one Zhongyuan.

The deceased is gone.

These are the only two days for those who are still alive to remember and talk about comfort.

"Baoluo, do you want to come with us?" Shen Yizhi asked.

Han Baoluo wanted to follow, but he was reluctant to leave his grandfather.

Cui Mici waved his hand kindly, untied the money bag on his waist and stuffed it into her, "Go, grandpa is a little tired, so I won't accompany you young people to make trouble." But you can't play too late, you know? ”

He glanced at Mo Feiyang emphatically.

Mo Feiyang looked back innocently, indicating that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

The Jinliu River is full of people who put river lanterns.

The Jinliu River is a tributary of a tributary of the Jinlong River, winding through most of the urban area, the widest point reaches five or six zhang, the river water is green and clear, and the bank is full of golden willows.

When the sun sets, the golden wicker flutters in the wind, and is reflected in the afterglow.

That picture often attracts passers-by to stop and watch.

At this moment, the night is thick, there are thousands of river lights floating on the river surface, the light is bright and extinguished, the floating light is reflected, from a high place, it is like thousands of stars, it is very spectacular.

Shen Yizhi and his party came to the river, found a place with few people, put the river lantern in their hands on the river, and teased the river surface with their hands, so that the river lantern could float farther.

Shen Yizhi and Qingbao put a lamp together, which was a lotus lantern selected by Qingbao at the stall.

His little hand was very serious in dialing the surface of the water, sending the river lantern away.

The light shone in his big eyes, like stars.

"Mother, why do you want to put river lanterns?" Qingbao asked her suddenly.

Shen Yizhi groaned and scavenged out his limited cognition: "Legend has it that putting the river lantern in the water can illuminate the Lechuan River and lead those ghosts back to the world and meet their relatives. ”

"What is the Lethe River?" Qingbao had new questions.

Shen Yizhi thought to himself, how do I know? However, in front of her son, can she say that she doesn't know?

"The Lethe River is a river in the Netherworld, and the Netherworld is the place where people live after they die."

"Is it fun there? Is there anything to eat? ”

It is worthy of a child, who only pays attention to food and play.

Shen Yizhi thought about it for a while, and felt that her answer was likely to affect the formation of Qingbao's worldview, so as not to have unnecessary expectations for him in that ghost place, she said decisively: "No, there is desolation everywhere, there is neither food nor play, and all those who live there are a group of poor people, no, poor ghosts." ”

At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from the side.

Shen Yizhi looked and saw a man standing under the golden willow tree, most of his body was covered by shadows, and only a corner of his blood-red robe was faintly exposed.

Between the cold white slender fingers, a bright red flower is playing.

It was so red that it seemed to drip blood.

Seeing it, Shen Yizhi felt a little hairy in his heart.

But what is he laughing at? Was what she just said funny?

Shen Yizhi didn't intend to pay attention to this person.

I didn't want him to stop her: "This girl seems to be very prejudiced against the Netherlands. ”

Shen Yizhi: "??? ”

What is bias? Does he still have the right view?

This man is really strange.

"Oh, is it? How does Childe know? Could it be that you've been? ”

After saying that, Shen Yizhi also felt funny, how could this person have been there? Unless he's a ghost.

How could a ghost appear in public?

The man stepped out of the shadows, his red robe dazzling in the night.

He walked over step by step, walking leisurely and calmly, but Shen Yizhi noticed that there was a ...... under his feet There is no shadow.

Not at all.

Shen Yizhi's pupils shrank, and he secretly pulled Qingbao behind him, raising his vigilance with all his might.

"The girl is scared?" A smile of interest tugged at the corner of the man's mouth.

Shen Yizhi didn't smile, "You're wrong, what do I have to be afraid of." ”

At this moment, Qingbao drilled out a head from behind her and looked curiously at the man opposite.

The man looked at him, his eyes moved slightly, this little guy was interesting.

"Do you want to go to the Netherworld with your uncle?" The man crouched down, lowered his head, and tried his best to make eye contact with Qing Bao.

The tone, as if the netherworld was his own back garden, he could go if he wanted.

Shen Yizhi intuitively felt that this man was not simple, and picked up Qingbao, "Baby, let's go over there and watch the lights." ”