Lu Gusong sat on the empty bus, silently looking out the window, feeling a little bored. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Since the last time I came out of the police station, a group of demon hunters seem to have been separated from themselves all of a sudden. In the past half a month, the demon hunter has taken on several missions, but he has not brought Lu Gusong with him once. Although it is said that Lu Gusong needs to rest at the beginning of his serious illness, Lu Gusong always feels that it is not so simple, because they seem to be deliberately avoiding themselves. Lu Gusong wanted to tell them several times about the news he learned from Xia Feixue about the "Flower on the Other Side", but no one was willing to listen to him at all.

Lu Gusong goes to school and gets out of school every day, and his life seems to have returned to the days before joining the Demon Hunter, the only difference is that there is one less Wang Qi and one more Shen Lu by his side.

Shen Lu has been particularly sticky to Lu Gusong recently, and he can't wait to stay by Lu Gusong's side twenty-four hours a day, but Lu Gusong remembered Shen Dianjin's words, and let Shen Lu go back on time every day, but Shen Lu's existence did alleviate Lu Gusong's boredom these days, and also made Lu Gusong forget the depression of being a demon hunter, and the days passed like this.

In the blink of an eye, April has come, and the Qingming Festival is coming. In the past, during the Qingming Festival, Lu Gusong would visit his grandfather once and tell his grandfather about his study and life this year, not to mention that this time there was Xia Feixue asking for his own things. It seemed that Dongfang Long would not assign tasks to themselves in a short period of time, so Lu Gusong simply asked for a leave and took the car back to Ling'an.

Although it was his own leave, and he had to go back, Lu Gusong felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the way they couldn't wait to approve the leave when he asked for leave. And during this time, Dongfang Dong, Zhou Dafa and Sun Bowen were often absent, and even if they were, they were in a hurry, looking suspicious, and they didn't know what they were busy with.

"Ling'an has arrived!" a shout from the driver interrupted Lu Gusong's thoughts.

"Forget it, no matter how much, there is still something to do in Ling'an. Lu Gusong patted his cheek, forced himself to stop thinking nonsense, picked up his schoolbag and got out of the car. Anyway, there is nothing to do when you go back, and the school has a three-day holiday, Lu Gusong is simply not in a hurry to go back, and stays in Ling'an for one more night before leaving the next day.

Stepping on the land of his hometown again, Lu Gusong felt that even breathing was much smoother, although Ling'an was only a small city in Suzhou Province, and it could not be compared with a metropolis like Jinling, but after all, it was a place where he had lived for more than ten years. "I've been away from home for more than half a year, and my family hasn't changed much!" Lu Gusong couldn't help but sigh, going to school in Jinling is the farthest Lu Gusong has been from home, and it is inevitable that there will be some feelings of wanderers returning home.

However, Lu Gusong still had something to do when he came back, he came to the outside of the station and stretched out his hand to stop a taxi.

"Go to Shiligang. Lu Gusong said as soon as he got in the car. Shiligang is a cemetery on the outskirts of Ling'an City, after the Ling'an fire, the government paid for all the victims to build a monument in the Shiligang cemetery, although there are also families of the victims who choose to set up a monument for their deceased relatives, but most of them will still come to this monument here to remember their relatives.

The driver's face was bitter: "Little brother, it's not that I don't send it, Shiligang is very blocked today!"

"How many more blockages can there be? It's a big deal, I'll just add you more money. Lu Gusong used to be in high school, but there was no Qingming Festival holiday, and every time he took the bus to and from Shiligang within an hour from class to self-study at night, he didn't feel how many people there were in Shiligang.

“...... Alas, well. Seeing that Lu Gusong was so insistent, the driver didn't say anything anymore, pressed the meter and drove in the direction of Shiligang.

As a result, several kilometers away from Shiligang, the car was blocked. Qingming as a traditional Chinese festival, is also one of the most important sacrificial festivals, people are in a hurry to sweep the tomb on this day, pay tribute, the car outside the ten miles of the gang is naturally lined up. It's just that Lu Gusong used to go in the evening, so he didn't meet many people.

So, Lu Gusong took a car to Shiligang at ten o'clock in the morning, and did not enter the gate of Shiligang until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was also crowded in Shiligang, everyone was silently incense, burning paper, kowtowing, or whispering something to the tombstone in front of him, and the huge Shiligang had a solemn atmosphere.

Lu Gusong walked through the crowd and walked towards the somewhat abrupt tombstone in Area A. This monument is much larger than the surrounding tombstones, and the names of all the identified victims of the Ling'an fire are densely engraved on the monument.

However, in that disaster, countless people were left with no bones, so the tomb was buried with the relics of the victims, which were used as burial mounds for people to worship. However, in the past few years, Lu Gusong has rarely seen people come to worship, and most of the victims' families choose to stay away from here to avoid being reminded of the sad incident.

Coming to the 10,000-person monument, Lu Gusong was surprised to find that there were still two people there, and they were people he knew---- Geng Xin and the little girl beside Geng Xin in the hospital. However, Geng Xin's condition at this time didn't look very good, his face was a little pale, and his face didn't have the obscene smile that Lu Gusong had when he first met him before, but was full of sadness. The little girl next to him was no longer as lively as before, standing quietly beside Geng Xin, stretching out her hand to help Geng Xin, her eyes were still a little red.

Geng Xin also found Lu Gusong, and a smile barely appeared on his face: "Lu Gusong, meet again." The little girl also nodded to Lu Lone Song.

Lu Gusong also nodded slightly: "Geng Xin, do you also come here to worship......?

"Yes, I'm also an orphan of the Ling'an Fire, not just me, but Fluttershy too. Geng Xin's tone seemed relaxed, but his smile seemed very forced. As he spoke, Geng Xin's face turned pale again, and he lowered his head and coughed heavily.

"Brother Xin, your injuries are still not healed, but you are still ......," the little girl said with concern on the side.

Geng Xin waved his hand: "It's out of the way." ”

"Are you injured, is it the last time you were in the hospital?" Lu Gusong hurriedly asked, thinking that he was injured when he was helping himself?

"Haha, it's just a small injury, isn't it normal to get a little injured in our business?" Geng Xin smiled, looking very unimpressed, but he was involved in the wound, and lowered his head and coughed again.

"Brother Shi!" the little girl called out reproachfully.

"Alright, alright, got it. Geng Xin said helplessly, turning his head to look at Lu Gusong, "Lu Gusong, this is indeed not the place to speak." We won't bother you to worship your relatives, and we'll talk about it the next time we meet. After speaking, he patted Lu Gusong on the shoulder, and slowly left with the support of the little girl.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Lu Gusong felt a little emotional, he had never seen an old person of Ling'an who was the same age as him here, and today he finally saw a couple. However, Lu Gusong always felt that these two people were not like brother and sister, but more like a pair of lovers.

However, Lu Gusong was not a gossip person, he collected his attention and turned to face the tombstone. He suddenly saw the familiar name among the dense names on the tablet, and the tip of his nose couldn't help but sour, and all the bitterness and pain of the year suddenly came to his heart.

He took out the incense he had bought in advance from his bag, lit it on fire, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the monument. Looking at the few cigarettes and recalling the hard but happy days spent with his grandfather in the past, Lu Gusong's emotions in his heart could no longer be suppressed, his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", and kowtowed three times with "dong dong".

"Grandpa......" There was a low choked sound in front of the monument.