Although more than a month has passed since the end of the year, the pace of winter has not been far away, on this day, there are ice flowers floating in the air, falling in this snow-covered cemetery, making it even more cold and lonely here.

It was still very early, and the town next to the cemetery was still in a state of fresh awakening, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street with their necks curled and their mouths hot on the road. Then there are businessmen who write about getting up early and selling breakfast, although the business is not very good, but they can barely make a living.

The town is far away from Xiliang, and it can't get close to Beimang, and it belongs to the kind of nameless town that is difficult to get involved with the chaos of war. One side of the water and one side of the people, and the cemetery next to the town also has a lot of things to bury some villagers and fathers who were born, old, sick and died in this town.

Because it was still very early, there were not many people on the streets, and even less in the cemetery. To be exact, there was only one woman in a cloth garment. It's not very old, but it's really decorated with hairpins on its head. Although the face is ordinary, under a pale filial piety clothes, it also looks a little pitiful, or how to say that women should be pretty and filial.

The town is remote, so there are no grave keepers who take care of the cemetery. The cemetery has been baptized by a winter of snowfall, and a thick layer of snow has piled up everywhere. In addition, it also snowed all night last night, covering the snow that had been somewhat melted again, and at a glance, there was only a line of slender footprints extending to the position of a tombstone.

The tombstone is still very new, and it can be seen that it has been newly erected in the past two years. The signature on the tombstone is very unparticular, and the unfilial daughter is not a dead Wei Shiwan'er. It can be seen that this young woman who came to worship her parents early in the morning is the surviving Wei Wan'er written on this tombstone.

Wei Wan'er cleaned the snow in front of her parents' tombstone a little, and in the early spring morning, drops of sweat oozed from her forehead, which were as clear as snowflakes. Slightly panting, she wiped the sweat from the corners of her forehead with her sleeves, revealing a mature face that was slightly childish but had a raised forehead line. is a very ordinary face, not a heavenly fragrance, but it is not as ugly as Dongshi. In general, she is an ordinary peasant girl, the most common kind in the world.

After Wei Wan'er rested for a while, she took out the things she brought in her basket to worship her parents one by one from the bamboo basket, and placed a few steamed buns in front of her parents' tombstones.

"Daddy, my daughter hasn't come to see you in a while. If you are still alive, Daddy, you will definitely say that your daughter is not filial. But the daughter couldn't help it, she was busy. Now I understand what you said at the beginning, Daddy, if only I were a man. It's a pity that my daughter herself is not angry, and her sister is not angry.

Well, don't say these unhappy things. Say something good. The family's shop was helped by Aunt Zhang next door, and her daughter finally barely let it close. Not only did I not lose money last month, but I also made a lot of money. My daughter went to make a dress for the New Year, but she didn't dare to wear it. Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang are good people, don't forget to bless them below.

There is also the fact that the Wei family's letter of resignation has been given to me by the third elder, and the daughter is really a Kefu person. But that's fine, and it can be regarded as a peace of mind to run this small shop that you left behind.

There's the little sister she... I sent her to my uncle's house. You also know my body, Wanwan, she is still too young, I'm afraid she won't be able to keep it even if the store at home is handed over to her. So I agreed with my uncle that I would give the shop to my uncle when I left, but he helped these mothers take care of Wanwan and sent her to the academy to study.

Although Daddy, you are a woman who is not talented and virtuous, but I think it's good to read some books...

Okay, before I knew it, I still didn't say it, I have to rush back to open the store. I'm really too busy right now, or I wouldn't have come to see you like this, and I don't know when the next time will be. ”

Saying this, Wei Wan'er got up from the ground, patted the dust on her knees, and turned around to leave.

"Ahem... That, Mrs. Wei, isn't it? Wei Wan'er was about to turn around and leave, when a weak voice came from behind her parents' tombstone, and Wei Wan'er screamed in fright while looking backwards at the trembling snow layer behind the tombstone.

Wei Wan'er noticed that when she came, she didn't see that the snow layer behind her parents' tombstone was obviously thicker than other places, and now there seemed to be something trying to get out of that place, and the snow was rolling down to the side, and finally Wei Wan'er saw a hand on the tombstone, which was red, just like her own hands after killing a chicken for the first time.

Then Wei Wan'er saw the face of this person who couldn't move his feet, his hair was wet and sticky to his face, and the only thing that could be seen was a young man with a small black mole in the corner of his eye. He was very weak, even if he was holding on to the tombstone next to him, he couldn't stand up straight, and his clothes were in tatters like strips of cloth.

"Ahh Yes... Yes, I... I... Yes, yes..."Wei Wan'er still couldn't say "I'm that Mrs. Wei" in front of this person after all, she stammered, feeling that her legs were not under her control, and she couldn't move no matter how she moved.

However, Wei Wan'er was sure that this was a person and not a ghost, because it was daytime, and ghosts couldn't breathe, and the person in front of her exhaled heavily, although Wei Wan'er didn't know why this person's breath was pink.

"Ahem..."Wu Qi coughed violently again, and barely sat on the ground with his back against the tombstone, he didn't have his back against the tombstone of Wei Wan'er's parents, and he insisted on moving a few times to help the tombstone next to him, Wu Qi didn't want this Wei Wan'er to dislike herself now, although he seemed to have frightened her.

That's right, this person buried in the snow is Wuqi. After he informed Ye Wen that day, although Ye Wen flew away with the sword, it was difficult for the few people left of them to leave, and Wuqi was naturally unwilling to fight side by side with Wu Qi, who had already put on the mask of the green ghost, so he chose to break through in the opposite direction to Wu Qi, which led to his current appearance, so seriously injured that it took a lot of effort to even get up and move, let alone move around, and more importantly, he didn't know that he hadn't eaten for a few days and nights, except for a few mouthfuls of snow just now.

"That, Mrs. Wei, this is a steamed bun. Wu Qi was dressed in a rough manner, looked at the offerings placed in front of the tombstone of Wei Wan'er's parents, and said with difficulty.

"It's... It's—" Wei Wan'er stammered.

"Then, can I eat it?" and after saying two words, Wuqi began to cough violently again.

"Ahh Huh?" Wei Wan'er's voice raised suddenly, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and she cowered and lowered her head.

"I said, can I eat this steamed bun?" Wuqi said with difficulty, out of nowhere, he grabbed the plate with the steamed bun into his arms, but he hadn't started eating it yet.

"You, you ask... My dad. Wei Wan'er looked at the blood stains on Wuqi's hands and the blood stains on her clothes, although she was reluctant, she didn't dare to refuse, so she could only say so.

Wuqi got such an answer, grabbed the steamed buns and devoured them, choked and grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, and after a while, he ate a few steamed buns, and his body also had a trace of strength gathered from various places.

"Well, what did my father say. Seeing Wuqi's appearance, Wei Wan'er calmed down a lot, at least this person ate with my consent, shouldn't he be a bad person.

"Fool, how can a dead man speak. After eating the steamed buns, Wuqi had the posture of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, leaning his head back against the tombstone and gasping comfortably.

"You... You person, what..."Wei Wan'er was stunned for a moment, looking at Wuqi like this, she couldn't say anything angry.

"What's wrong with me? I'm going to be damned. Right. Wuqi laughed self-deprecatingly, "I forgot to tell you that this world, damned or something, doesn't exist at all." People have to rely on themselves. ”

"Uh-huh. Wei Wan'er agreed, but her steps were stepping back step by step, and at some point, her legs could move.

Wuqi didn't stop either, just lowered his head, held a snowball in his hand, let it melt, and then grabbed a ball.

Until Wei Wan'er disappeared at the end of the cemetery, Wuqi didn't raise her head to look at it. But in her heart, she was silently thinking, the unwashed oil stains on her sleeves, and the smell of wine on her body, it seems that the shop she said was a tavern, a tavern, a shopkeeper, hehe, providence.

Wuqi looked at the tombstone in front of him and muttered to himself: "Wei Wan'er, Wei Wan'er." Dead people can't speak, and they can't eat steamed buns, but I made a promise to them. ”

Whether it's talking to oneself or being amorous, let's just find a meaning for oneself.

......

Wei Wan'er walked back to the town quickly, and there were more and more people, greeting each other, naturally teasing Wei Wan'er, no way, there were many things in front of the widow's door.

Widow Wei. Yes, most of the people in the town called Wei Wan'er Widow Wei. But she didn't dare to touch her, not for anything else, just because Wei Wan'er promised to marry three times, the first two times before she passed the door, her husband died in the hospital bed, and the third time just passed the door, her husband died suddenly. After being driven home by her in-laws, a fire broke out in her home within a day, and both parents died.

Wei Wan'er is not just Kefu. This is unconsciously spread in the town, which is why Wei Wan'er sent her five-year-old sister away.

......

The day passed quickly, and dusk fell.

When Wei Wan'er was busy putting the door panels of the store one by one, a person came to the door of the store, gray linen, with a white face, and a black mole in the corner of his eye.

"Boss lady, are you recruiting?" said Wuqi with a hippie smile, "The kind that is not afraid of being defeated." ”

That's it, Wu Qi, no, it's Wei Qi who found the meaning of his existence.

Probably, maybe so.