Until according to local custom, the ashes are to be memorial at home for 7 days before they can be buried.

And Jiang Duoduo didn't come back for the past seven days.

Jingyiren's hometown is an old wooden house, the house is quite large, but it is so old that it is unbearable, and it is divided into two floors.

Pushing open the door, the door creaked open, and a faint damp musty smell rushed to the face.

There is a big altar in the living room, the altar is dedicated to Guanyin Niangniang, and under the stage is a table of eight immortals.

Jing Yiren and Lu Ming boasted over the threshold of the rotten wood and entered the house.

A group of people from the village gathered around the gate to watch.

Baiyun, who has been at home for the past few days, heard that Jingyi people have returned, and they also rushed over.

As a result, I saw a photo of Mrs. Jing on the altar, and Jingyi wore white flowers, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed to the old man a few times.

Lu Ming on the side stretched out his arm and helped Jingyi people up.

followed Jiang Minsheng to kowtow to the old mother, crying so much that his eyes were swollen.

No matter how filial he is, he is his own mother after all.

Lu Ming and Jingyi stayed here for a few nights, waiting until the old man was buried.

Jiang Minsheng has his own small house in the village, just behind this big house.

The house was too small to arrange for Lu Ming and them to live, so they had to arrange Lu Ming and them upstairs in this big house.

There is a small room.

This house was also once inhabited by the Jingyi people.

When Jing Yiren and Lu Ming went upstairs, the wooden staircase had no railings, and every step made a creaking sound, as if it would break at any time.

Lu Ming held Jing Yiren's waist in the back and went upstairs step by step.

The weather in June is not too hot. But there are already mosquitoes coming out.

Jing Yiren and Lu Ming returned to the room.

The room was not large, but it was clean, with a small double bed, a yellowed mosquito net, and a table covered in lettering, next to an old wardrobe.

A light bulb with a low wattage overhead and small moths flying around it. The ceiling is newspaper paste.

There was nothing else in the room.

Jing Yiren looked at Lu Ming with some guilt, just afraid that he would not be used to it.

How could Lu Ming, who was crazy about cleanliness, live in such a place, and there was not even a place to take a formal shower.

Lu Ming could see what Jing Yiren was thinking.

As soon as I took off my shoes, I lifted the mosquito net and collapsed on the bed. The sound startled Lu Ming, and he felt that the bed was almost collapsing.

Stabilized himself, saw that the bed was fine, and smiled at Jing Yiren.

"It's very laid-back, carefree, like lying in a camping tent."

When Lu Ming was a soldier, he would often camp in the forest, and there were times when the conditions were even more difficult than this.

"......" Jingyi knew that Lu Ming was trying not to make her feel uncomfortable.

Jing Yiren took off his shoes and climbed into bed, nesting into Lu Ming's arms.

Lu Ming raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, he had experienced such a life for the first time in his life.

The corners of his mouth hooked: "There is nothing wrong with this kind of life, you don't have to think about anything every day, eat, sleep, walk, and breathe fresh air." ”

"You're a pig, huh?" Jing Yiren chuckled.

"It's hard every day, I get up before dawn to do farm work, women have to take care of children, raise pigs, herd cattle, the happiest is children, every day when I get up and run to the mountains, I want to take a bath and jump into the river, I want to eat and climb trees to plant, and I am free and carefree!"

"Yes! Everything here is all natural! ”

Lu Ming and Jingyi people chatted, but they longed for such self-possession and relaxation.

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