This night, Jiang Wangchen touched the silver taels in his pocket, there was not much left, and the three jars of old osmanthus flowers made him spend a lot, but he was not distressed, but felt that this "three questions of the cricket" was really worth the money, and now his whole mood and vision are much broader.

Jiang Wangchen looked at the yellow calendar, and tomorrow will be his mother's death day. In his heart, he thought about going back to the former residence of Yishan to worship first, and he had instructed Xiaoliu that if Hua Youyou came back during the period, he would let her stay here for two more days, and he would return to the inn after two days.

Nothing was said all night.

On the second day, Jiang Wangchen said goodbye to Xiaoliu and the shopkeeper early in the morning, and the shopkeeper begged Jiang Wangchen to leave Xiaoxing behind, but in the end he was politely rejected by Jiang Wangchen, when he watched Xiaoxing leave, Xiaoxing carried Jiang Wangchen on his back and twisted a few catwalks to him, and the moved shopkeeper sent a handful of snot and tears for a long time before stopping.

Out of the south gate of Yancheng, there is a mountain road, after one spring rain after another, the barren mountain road next to the flowers, branches and vines bloom into a piece of emerald green and bright red. Jiang Wangchen had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, whistled, and walked freely in the mountain road, in a good mood.

When the afternoon passed, a man and a dog have walked through half of the mountain, bypassing a forest, a stream appeared in front of you, the fierce rain of these days, so that the water level of the creek has increased a lot, has overflowed the stone steps in the water, the water is turbulent, bubbling through, clear to the bottom, you can vaguely see a few small black fish fry, swimming against the current, the body is light.

"Father, where do you say this little fish is going to swim so desperately......" A childish child's voice echoed in his mind like a stream. Jiang Wangchen looked for a sound, and saw a child sitting on the shore in his memory, picking up a pebble, and throwing it at the little black fish.

On the other side, a middle-aged man who was fixing the rope of the wooden bridge said in a gentle voice: "These little fish are going to swim to the sea to find a wider world." ”

The boy asked, "Father, father, when will I be able to seek a wider world like them?" ”

"When you're older. ”

"Will my father come with me?"

The child was asking, when he suddenly heard a dog barking, and a pink puppy was screaming in the water, and then the child's figure disappeared suddenly, Jiang Wangchen's memories were shattered by Xiaoxing in this way, and he couldn't help but scold: "You bitch, I will break your leg sooner or later." He quickly ran to the shore and pulled Xiaoxing back. The little star, who was dragged to the shore, spread out like a pile of mud, just gasping heavily.

"Let's go, don't pretend to be dead on the grass......" Jiang Wangchen kicked it in the back, and Xiao Xing spit out a few mouthfuls of water, easing down a lot. Then he tossed up, reluctantly glanced at the fish fry in the stream, and silently followed behind Jiang Wangchen.

"I'm convinced of you, as a canine, you can't even swim, aren't you born with it, how can you subvert the tradition......" Jiang Wangchen kicked Xiaoxing's ass and scolded again

"You said you could ...... anything other than learning catwalks"

Xiaoxing barked at Jiang Wangchen unwillingly, and suddenly roared towards the sky.

Jiang Wangchen looked up and saw that a group of sparrows were chirping and flew over, and asked questioningly, "You mean you can fly?"

Xiao Xing Deng's nose looked, swaying and walking extremely contrived, so clearly saying: "Yes, Lao Tzu can fly." ”

It's just that it hasn't taken two steps in a chic way, and it was kicked away by Jiang Wangchen again: "I'll let you fly...... Also learned to brag about you......"

The fight between a man and a dog was so lively, and in a blink of an eye, the familiar thatched hut appeared in front of him. The thatched hut that had not been repaired for a long time looked very dirty, the wooden door was not locked, Jiang Wangchen gently pushed it open, and a sour smell wafted through the air on the tip of his nose.

"Xiaoxing, you go to the side to play, if you have some ability, go to the mountains and forests to catch a hare. ”

Jiang Wangchen sent Xiaoxing away and began to tidy up the thatched house, although he would stay for a day except when he came back on the day of his death, he still hoped that everything here was clean, after all, this was the only connection between him and his mother in this world.

This season, there is no dry thatch to be picked up, so there is not much that can be done, except to smooth out the messy haystacks, remove the cobwebs, sweep away the dust, and mend the leaky roof.

The thatched hut, which was still dilapidated and dusty just now, now looks neat and bright, and a few osmanthus flowers are placed by the windowsill, which has some beauty and warmth.

After finishing the house, Jiang Wangchen pruned the garden behind the house a little, the garden was full of flowers planted by Jiang's mother before her death, and after Jiang's mother left, with her tenacious vitality, she also survived. After the spring rain, there are many flower buds waiting to be released, swaying in the wind, like a smile of spring, beautiful and quiet. In the vegetable garden, the straw on the scarecrow man had fallen off, and only the bare wooden poles were left, falling between the ridges, Jiang Wangchen also helped him up, let it replace himself, and continue to guard this homeland. After doing this, the tidying up of the old house was completed, Jiang Wangchen patted the dust on his body, stood in front of the house and looked at it, and said with satisfaction: "It's not bad." ”

At this time, Xiao Xing rushed from the grass, and saw that it really had a rabbit in its mouth and a long snake on its paws, which made Jiang Wangchen happy.

After a while, the barbecue grill was set up, Jiang Wangchen has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and naturally he is not unfamiliar with the kung fu of slaughtering wild meat. Soon the whole rabbit was cleaned, no spices, and grilled directly on the fire, while the snake soup on the other side was also boiled at the same time. In a few moments, a roast rabbit with golden oil and a fragrant snake soup were completed, Jiang Wangchen only ate a rabbit leg, and the rest were all wiped out by Xiao Xing's gobbling up.

Jiang Wangchen took a short rest, then picked a few flowers that bloomed more beautifully, then disappeared into the jungle again, walked for a long time, and came to a clearing on the mountainside. This open space used to be a forbidden place set up by his father, when his father left, he also secretly set foot on it, and found nothing special, and later when his mother was dying, he asked Jiang Wangchen to bury her in this open space after she traveled, and the young Jiang Wangchen was heartbroken, and buried his mother here.

Time forgets a lot of things, and it also fades a lot of feelings. Revisiting the old place today, there will be no more grief, more nostalgia, but Jiang Wangchen has more surprise in his heart, because there is already a very beautiful purple flower in front of Jiang's mother's grave, which is her favorite purple rose.

In addition to the wooden tablet of Jiang Wangchen's "Tomb of Mother Jiang Songshui" in front of Jiang's mother's grave, there is another stone tablet "Tomb of Beloved Wife Jiang Songshui".

Jiang Wangchen understands that he has been here, but he doesn't understand why he has to wait for ten years, ten years, and there is no news at all, so why did he come here suddenly?

Jiang Wangchen thought that after he got the news of him again, he would be happy or sad, but he never thought that it would be so dull now, maybe it was also because of time......

Or maybe it's just a stranger passing by who has nothing to do with it anymore, so why panic!

Jiang Wangchen slowly walked to the grave as he had done in the past few years, first knelt down steadily, and then handed the flowers in his hand peacefully in front of the wooden tablet, and said in a calm tone: "Mother, I have come to see you......" and then kowtowed quietly.

When he looked up again after the ceremony, he saw that in front of the stele, behind the roses, there was an oil-paper bag, and when he opened it, there were three manuscripts in it.

"Hmph, what is this? Do you have it for me?" he sneered in his heart, and picked up the three manuscripts again, and they were all martial arts cheats or atlases, if the people of the rivers and lakes occasionally got three peerless martial arts books at one time, they would definitely be crazy and excited, but he was not interested, but laughed at himself: "What is this, is it compensation? I am not rare." ”

If it was Jiang Wangchen five years ago, he would definitely crush the flowers into petals, or cut the stone tablet into two pieces with a bright moon knife, but now he will not do this, because now he can understand: If his mother is in the spirit of heaven, he must be looking forward to the arrival of this bouquet of flowers, although they may wither in a few days, but they will always bloom in his mother's heart. She will also like to listen to the title on the stone tablet, although she will never hear it again, but she must still be able to feel that intimacy.

All of this, as long as his mother is happy, this is also his bottom line now.

So when he left, he didn't take the purple rose and the stele with him, but took the three secret books left for him, because he didn't want these filthy alms to defile his holy home, but if it was used to light a fire, it was a good choice.

In this way, Jiang Wangchen returned to the thatched house with three secret books with a playful attitude.