The old community, the lonely rainy night, the spiritual position and the everlasting lamp, an old lady with an old dragon clock.

All the elements came together, giving Shen Jiming the urge to pull out his legs and run away.

"Lady, you better take the courier in, this is our job! If you don't take us back, it won't be easy to deal with us!" Shen Jiming stood at the door and said loudly.

The old lady turned around and glanced at him and said, "The courier must be something that my granddaughter bought, but unfortunately she has been dead for more than a month, and today Qiqi, it seems that she also wants to see what she bought on the last day before reincarnation, baby, come in! Help me open it and put it in front of her spiritual seat for her to take a look, so as not to cause trouble in other people's homes!"

Shen Jiming really wanted to run, and after hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and walked in, and walked straight to the offering table.

With the dim red light, Shen Jiming's eyes fell on the spirit card, and looking at the line of words on it, it was as if he had been beaten by a hammer, and his body stumbled and almost fell on the table.

"The Spiritual Seat of the Granddaughter Su Meimei"

Shen Jiming's heart was pounding, he once again looked at the photo behind the spirit card, looking at a smiling sunny young woman above, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and almost sat on the ground, and at the same time, the hairs on his body stood up.

"You...... Are you Su Meimei's grandmother?" Shen Jiming was horrified.

"Yes, my Meimei was killed in the hospital last month! Poor, only twenty-one years old, our old Su family is the last, leaving me alone and a bad old woman, woo woo woo woo ......" The old lady sat on a chair and wiped her tears heartbrokenly.

What is this?

Is this a coincidence or is someone secretly arranging it?

Shen Jiming suddenly remembered the phone call he received on the night of September 9.

Could it be that everything that happened around them was done by the person called the Destiny Research Institute? Could it be that they are really people from the four-dimensional space?

The more Shen Jiming thought about it, the more he felt cold all over his body, and he took a deep breath several times and continued to comfort himself in his heart.

Coincidentally, this is definitely a coincidence, it must be that the courier who delivered the package called and no one answered, so he didn't bother to deliver it, and threw it directly in his car.

Shen Jiming forcibly opened the package with a shiver, and inside were several silk scarves, which looked fluttering like smoke in the red light.

"It turned out to be a scarf!" The old lady didn't care after a few glances, sighed and continued, "Baby, the old woman is too old to walk, can I ask you for something?"

"Wife, you say!" Shen Jiming nodded dryly.

"I want to ask you to go to my Meimei's mausoleum tomorrow and burn these scarves to her, so that she won't worry about being reincarnated!"

"Then where is Su Meimei buried?" asked Shen Jiming.

"Well, it's in the Changsong Temple Cemetery outside Yizhou, the specific location is waiting for me to find ......" The old lady stood up tremblingly and went into the room to rummage for a while, and after a while, she took out a card with a number and handed it to Shen Jiming, "Baby, the address is on this card, I can't see it clearly, I can't see it clearly, you can find it tomorrow!"

After the old lady finished speaking, she opened a cotton bag tremblingly, took out a few colorful banknote-like things from it and handed them to Shen Jiming, saying, "There is still some money here, and it is useless for me to keep the old woman, you can use it!"

"No, no, wife, I don't need money, I will definitely go tomorrow, you can rest assured!" Shen Jiming hurriedly shook his head, and these unclear pieces of money were obviously not RMB, and I didn't know that it was the currency of that country.

"Take it, you'll use it!" The old lady directly stuffed a few pieces of money into Shen Jiming's hand, then turned around and said as she walked: "Help me close the door when you go out, I'm sleepy, I want to go sleep for a while!"

Shen Jiming had no choice but to put these colorful coins and silk scarves back into the box and put them away, and when he went out, he heard the old woman's voice coming from the room.

"Good people have good rewards, evil people have evil rewards, the baby is a good person, there will be good rewards......"

Closing the door, Shen Jiming stumbled and almost rushed downstairs, and then started a tricycle to escape and left the old community.

The next day, it was still raining.

Shen Jiming finished the delivery at 3 p.m., parked the tricycle at the company, and took a taxi out of the city to the Changsong Temple Cemetery.

Fortunately, it is not the Qingming Festival, nor is it the season to sweep the tomb, there is no traffic jam on the road, and it only took about an hour to arrive at the gate of the Changsong Temple Cemetery.

The cemetery is built on the mountain, which is full of pines and cypresses, and is also planted with various flowers and plants, which looks like a park, and the scenery is quite beautiful.

Walk up the concrete steps, zigzag along the way, on both sides of the cemetery are different numbers, apple orchards, pear orchards, vineyards, herb orchards......

There are tombstones in each park, it is almost evening, the people in the cemetery are very scarce, and Shen Jiming only saw two or three families coming to sweep the tomb to commemorate along the way.

"No. 87 ......, Area C, Pomelo Garden"

Shen Jiming didn't have an umbrella, braved the fine rain and kept walking inside, stopping from time to time to look at the roadside signs, and it took more than 20 minutes to finally find the pomelo orchard.

This is already the innermost area of the public sale, almost at the very edge.

Walking along the steps through rows of new or old tombstones, Shen Jiming counted them one by one, and finally found the location on the card.

Sure enough, it was a brand-new tombstone, standing alone by the wall.

The two newly planted cypress saplings in front of the tombstone were just over a foot high, and the branches and leaves were covered with water droplets, gently swaying in the slight cold wind.

In the center of the tombstone is a picture of Su Meimei, exactly the same as the one I saw on the offering table last night, smiling very sweetly and brightly.

Below the photo is written the time of birth and death of Su Meimei, a brief introduction.

Shen Jiming stood in front of the tombstone in a daze, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

Such a girl who loves to laugh is in the prime of life, but she has turned into dust and is lying alone in this barren mountain and wilderness.

Compared with her, although she has brain cancer, she is obviously a little bit happier, at least she is not dead, at least she still has concerns, at least she can continue to watch the sunrise and sunset in this world and taste the flavors of life.

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains!

Lonely life is like a *** that can't be archived, some people die before they get out of the novice village, but some people can kill the last boss all the way to become the king, but no one can start over.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Shen Jiming squatted down and took out the carton from his backpack, as well as a stack of paper money and three sticks of incense.

After lighting the incense, he inserted it in front of the tombstone, and then lit a few pieces of paper money, and when the flame burned, Shen Jiming slowly put a few silk scarves into the flames.