The sky was darkened.

The two of them played by the river for a while and then headed home.

Jiang Chengwen was carrying her shoes, and Han Jing was walking barefoot on the field path.

She walked slowly, imprinted with the sunset, and walked back home step by step.

This scene was also deeply imprinted in Jiang Chengwen's mind.

This stupid girl will always be so stupid.

But who made him like it?

……

After returning home, it is the daily rice washing and cooking, a simple hot two dishes, and a little lunch as dinner.

The two of them sat in the courtyard to enjoy the shade, the gentle light hit them, and the sound of insects at night came to their ears, as if urging them to sleep.

The evening breeze was still cool.

A little later, the two of them washed their feet and went to bed.

Han Jing hugged him and slept on the bed, and she murmured, "Dog......"

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Chengwen said a word and patted him lightly on the back.

"I'll take you to meet Grandpa tomorrow." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen paused, nodded and agreed, "Okay." ”

"Hmm."

Han Jing agreed softly, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Chengwen reached out and turned off the lights in the room.

The moonlight fell into the house through the window, sporadically, and it was particularly beautiful.

"Good night."

There is a sound in the night, it is the sound of insects and frogs, and there is no sound in the night, it is a voice in the heart.

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It was a hazy drizzle at night.

The rainy season always rains constantly, but by coincidence, it is just the right day.

Probably God also thinks that today is a bit dull.

The rain was light, but it continued until the next morning, and it never stopped.

Han Jing was carrying incense candles, yellow paper, and liquor, while Jiang Chengwen was holding a sickle.

And the two men went up into the mountain.

The road was full of mud, and the yellow mud stained the soles of the shoes, which also caused the rest of the road to become more and more slippery.

But in a moment, their hair was wet with the drizzle from the sky and the moisture from the mountains and forests.

"Pop ......"

The galoshes stepped on the puddle and splashed on the trouser legs.

But neither of them cared.

After walking on such a muddy path for about a few minutes, I came to the foot of a mountain forest and followed an old mountain road.

The smell of pine in the mountain forest is very kind, and the rainwater collects on the pine needles and turns into large drops of rainwater that fall, making it seem that the rain in the mountains is heavier than outside.

"It's coming."

Han Jing said a word and looked up at the front.

There is a path ahead, and two old pines stand in front of the path, as if opening the way.

Han Jing paused and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chengwen Q&A.

Han Jingshu Dongao: "I come to this trail every year there are weeds, and this time, I feel that the weeds on the side of this road have been repaired......"

Jiang Chengwen walked over with a sickle, glanced at the side of the road, and found that these weeds were cut by the sickle.

"Someone has been here." Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing's lips opened slightly, and she said, "I know who it is." ”

It's none other than that person.

Jiang Chengwen probably guessed it, but he didn't say anything, just looked at her.

"Let's go."

"Done."

The two of them walked forward, and slowly a small mountain bag appeared in their eyes.

A woodcarved stele stands in front of the hill.

The weeds on the hill were cleared all over the hill, and so were the surrounding areas.

In front of the stone stele, there were also three paper cups, which should have been left by the people who came before, and were used to pour wine.

Han Jing put the things down, glanced at them and said, "I haven't come back to see ...... since I was a few years ago."

Of course, Jiang Chengwen knew who she was talking about, and he spoke: "Maybe he just wants to be filial piety." ”

"Grandpa probably doesn't want to see him."

Han Jing said: "In the past few years, my grandfather stayed alone in the countryside, and he never brought a penny back, but now I will talk about filial piety." ”

She didn't want to make any judgments anymore.

"It's fine."

Han Jing said and said, "Save yourself from repairing these weeds." ”

A drizzle of rain hit their hair and ran down the strands of their sideburns.

She took the yellow paper out of the bag.

Glancing at the paper cup in front of the tombstone, he reached out and picked it up and threw it away.

The three cups were re-arranged.

I took out a lighter and lit the yellow paper, but fortunately, the rain was not heavy and the fire was not extinguished.

The yellow paper burns, and a little white smoke rises.

Han Jing separated the yellow paper one by one, and then slowly threw it into the fire.

"You come too." Han Jing said.

"Okay."

Jiang Chengwen squatted in front of the tombstone with her, separated the remaining yellow paper, and then put it in one by one.

Han Jing said: "After I went to Nancheng, I would only come back every year during Qingming or holidays, when I had to carry things, and I had to carry a sickle, and after I arrived, I began to clean up the weeds on the side of the road and around here, and I was busy for half a day." ”

Jiang Chengwen said: "Except for you, no one is here?" ”

"Nope."

Han Jing said: "Grandpa, he is an orphan and was picked up by Taigong in the mountains. ”

"But the grandfather is also old, when the grandfather was twelve or thirteen years old, the grandfather died, at that time the grandfather went south and north by himself and almost traveled the entire southern Chongqing, only to have a little family business, and then married the grandmother, and then passed down, there is only one person."

"That's me in the back."

Han Jing said: "So all these years, only I will come." ”

Jiang Chengwen asked, "Grandpa was left behind?" Have you been looking for it since then? ”

"I found it."

Han Jing added yellow paper to it and said, "But I didn't find it, and then my grandfather's legs and feet were not good, and I couldn't go far away, so I had to give up, which is also a regret for my grandfather before his death." ”

"It's so hard to find this vast sea of people." Jiang Chengwen muttered.

He looked at the tombstone that said that Han Gongcai's tomb was the tomb, and on the other hand, it was also written that his daughter-in-law Yan Ping's granddaughter Han Jing was standing up.

There should have been some filial piety, that is, the people who erected the monument, but most of them were sons, but there were few daughters-in-law whose names did not carry their sons' names.

Han Jing followed his line of sight and said: "It stands to reason that the name of that person should be written on this monument, grandpa ordered not to write his name before his death, and to write mine if he wanted to, but then the village gentleman said that I was a granddaughter, and according to the rules, I couldn't just write mine, so I added my mother's name in front." ”

"Yanping."

Han Jing said: "This is my mother's name, in the past, my grandfather said that my mother's words were not good, Pingzi, duckweed, bad body, fragile, I didn't take it seriously when I was a child, now I think about it, this word always feels like a metaphor for something." ”

"It depends on how you interpret it."

Jiang Chengwen said: "Duckweed has no roots and nowhere to settle down, but if you think about it carefully, maybe it is like duckweed, but the floating world is uneven? ”

Han Jing smiled, shook her head, and said, "You always say something nice, as if everything is round." ”

Jiang Chengwen said: "Think about it, whether it is your mother or grandfather, they will also feel relieved to have such a sensible daughter and granddaughter." ”

“…… Perhaps. ”

Han Jing let out a long sigh of relief, and she took out the liquor from the bag.

Then the liquor was poured into three glasses one by one.

Then he took out three pillars of incense, aligned the incense heads, and then lit the incense with the yellow paper burning in front of him.

The incense candle burned, and slowly a fire was formed.

When it was almost over, Han Jing stopped burning it.

There was a little fire on the three incense sticks, and Han Jing shook off the incense in his hand.

The green smoke rose and reached the sky.

She stood in front of the tombstone, while Jiang Chengwen stepped back.

The rest is not something he can mix.

Han Jing held the three sticks of incense in front of him, bowed down three times, and then inserted the incense candle in front of the tombstone.

She just watched quietly.

Watching the three wisps of green smoke rise slowly, the yellow paper was still burning before the incense candle.

You have to wait for the yellow paper to burn out before you can leave, this is the traditional rule.

Han Jing glanced at it and saw that the fire was gradually getting much smaller, so she picked up the wine glass in front of her and poured all the wine in it on the yellow paper until she had poured all the wine in the three wine glasses.

"Boom ......"

The yellow paper, which had turned to ashes, burned again, but it didn't last long, and slowly extinguished.

Han Jing looked at the small mountain bag in front of him and said, "I never talked to you grandpa before, because I knew you couldn't hear. ”

"But this year is different, this year is better than ever, and I am not alone, so I thought of bringing him to meet you and let you know ......"

"I'm with me now."

"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about me anymore."

Jiang Chengwen, who was standing behind, paused when he heard this.

Han Jing smiled kindly and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Chengwen stood behind her and saw the wind blowing the hair on her sideburns.

It's a pity that he can't stand with her at the moment.

In front of her, she truly interprets the words 'independent of the world'.

White smoke rose from the ashes and drifted in the direction of the wind.

Han Jing glanced at it and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She turned around, looked at Jiang Chengwen and said, "Let's go." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Chengwen took the sickle and led Han Jing to the way down the mountain.

At an untimely time, the drizzle in the sky suddenly became heavier, and it hit the land with a bang.

It's still muddy along the way, but it's much easier than before.

However, the journey was much more dull.

Han Jing was always silent, and Jiang Chengwen always paid attention to her and reminded her.

"Watch your step."

"Hmm."

The mountain road after the rain is not only muddy, but more importantly, the road is slippery, sometimes you can fall if you are not careful, and it is easy to sprain.

But no matter how much Jiang Chengwen paid attention, the accident still happened.

"Be careful!" Jiang Chengwen was shocked.

On the next downhill trip, Han Jing's feet slipped and fell.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengwen was quick and hugged her in time.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing's face was a little painful, she sat on the dirt floor and looked at the ankle of her left foot.

"It looks like it's sprained." Han Jing gritted her teeth and said.

Jiang Chengwen looked at her ankles, but saw that they were red and showed signs of swelling.

He looked stunned and said, "I'll carry you back." ”

Han Jing shook his head and said, "It's okay, I can still go." ”

"Less reckless, come up!"

Jiang Chengwen worked hard under his feet and directly carried her.

Han Jing's face was ugly, and he said, "I really don't need to." ”

Jiang Chengwen didn't say a word and ignored her words.

Han Jing couldn't resist him in the end, so he could only let Jiang Chengwen carry him.

"Whoa......

Heavy rain poured down on them.

Jiang Chengwen's hair was all wet, and so was Han Jing.

The rain fell down the top of his head, soaking Jiang Chengwen's eyes, making it difficult for him to see the road in front of him.

"Click, click."

The rubber shoes stepped on the puddle and splashed one after another.

"Jiang Chengwen ......"

Han Jing was a little worried and said, "Let me go." ”

Jiang Chengwen still didn't say anything, and sometimes it was best not to discuss with her.

They walked down the hill, and the road in front of them became smoother.

I don't know where the scythe in my hand was thrown before.

Now Jiang Chengwen has a thought in his mind.

Hurry home!

"Boom!!"

There was a thunderclap between the clouds.

Such heavy rain is really hard to see, but it is a coincidence that it came at this time.

And let Jiang Chengwen take every step after becoming more and more difficult.

Han Jing pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Her back was cold, and the rain felt more and more cold on her body, but the back that was attached to Jiang Chengwen was so warm that she even forgot the heavy rain above her head for a moment.

Her hands hooked him, approached the back of Jiang Chengwen's neck, and blocked most of the rain for him.

The surrounding voices seemed to have stopped at this moment, and she could only feel her and Jiang Chengwen's heartbeat.

It's that clear.

Han Jing pursed her lips, she thought in her heart, what kind of attachment did the person who carried her like this in his heart.

As it turned out, she didn't believe the wrong person.

There is more to this world than suffering.

And she just needs a little, a little warmth.

……

There was no danger on the way, and Jiang Chengwen arrived at home smoothly.

He was soaking wet, so he took a towel when he entered the door, and then put Han Jing by the window.

Han Jing's lips were pale, as if she was a little cold.

He reached out and grabbed the corner of Han Jing's clothes.

Han Jing stopped him and said, "What are you doing?" ”

"Take off your clothes!" Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing glanced at him, a little entangled.

"I ......"

Jiang Chengwen paused, reacted, and said, "I'll go out." ”

"Don't."

Jiang Chengwen paused, he was a little stunned.

Han Jing watched him turn around and leave, but suddenly said, "Don't go out, help me wipe my hair." ”

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After a few moments, both men had already changed into clean clothes.

On the ground beside it, there was a pile of soaked clothes.

Jiang Chengwen held a towel in his hand to wipe her wet hair and asked, "Is it cold?" ”

Han Jing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "...... Much better. ”

"That's good." Jiang Chengwen agreed and continued to wipe her hair.

Han Jing sat on the bed with her back to him.

She listened to the sound of rain outside the house and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dog."

"Huh?"

Han Jing shook her head and said, "You know, I never believed that the deceased could hear what we said. ”

Jiang Chengwen paused and did not speak.

Han Jing didn't look back and continued to speak.

"But there was a moment today ......"

"I think ......"

"Grandpa might actually be able to hear, or even see."

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Record, 5.30, Update, 1.01W

Broken bowl~

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