Since she got in touch with Jiang Longchang's daughter Jiang Fang on WeChat, Aunt Li has not broken off this contact. In addition, Uncle Li died soon after, Jiang Fang came to mourn, the two of them lost their relatives together, they had a common topic, they became a little closer to each other, and they would chat on WeChat from time to time, and they would share those small articles.

Jiang Fang said the most, naturally, about her own family affairs, especially what had happened so much in her family recently. She can be said to be benevolent to her youngest brother Jiang Hao, and what she does cannot win the support of other relatives. Although Aunt Li doesn't support her either, Aunt Li talks a lot, and she can express a lot of opinions no matter what, so that Jiang Fang can relieve the depression in her heart.

After talking too much, Jiang Fang became omniscient and endless, and she had some suspicions in her heart, and she did not hesitate to tell Aunt Li to know.

Jiang Hao's accident was a month ago, and Jiang Fang found out that something was wrong two weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, the police who investigated Jiang Hao's blackmail and wounding case came to the door and asked Jiang Fang some questions. Jiang Fang was questioned inexplicably, and was later told by the police that the man who was blackmailed and injured by Jiang Hao at that time didn't know what he was afraid of, and he went insane and had been sent to a mental hospital by his family. Jiang Hao's family is naturally at the top of the police suspicion list, but they all have alibis. After that, Jiang Fang did not know how the police investigation went.

At the same time, Jiang Fang herself became suspicious.

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Uncle Li couldn't help but ask.

Aunt Li gave Uncle Li a blank look, "How can I tell you?" This is the eldest and her grandson and children asked more curiously, and she thought of those things that were ghostly. You said that the two of us have never encountered a ghost in our lives or decades, if it weren't for you, a dead old man, who would believe this? Old Long, no one in his family believed this. ”

"What about the boss of the dragon? What about the scared madman? Uncle Li asked.

Aunt Li continued to roll her eyes, "How do I know?" She just listened to it, suspicious, and really wanted to say something, but she didn't. That crazy one, everyone hates them to death, and she can't ask them. Who knows how. ”

Uncle Li frowned, "Could it be that you are scaring yourself?" Maybe it's just scaring yourself. Tell me, tell the old dragon about this......"

"If I don't say it, he just ran to see it, and I don't know what will happen." Aunt Li changed her words, "I originally thought that when he came back from Xudu, the first thing I did was to see his scoundrel son. When you call him, if he's at that scoundrel's son, you look at it and you'll know everything. ”

Aunt Li also didn't expect Jiang Longchang to change his personality after his death. Jiang Fang did not become his most remembered child during Jiang Longchang's lifetime, but after his death, he became the meat of his heart.

Thinking of this, Aunt Li secretly pouted and did not complain to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li could only be anxious in his heart, and the hand holding the phone was loose and tight, tight and loose.

"Will the old dragon run over by himself?" Uncle Li asked.

Aunt Li looked at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li smiled bitterly, "This is really ......"

"Forget it, I'll help you ask the boss of his family and see where the scoundrel lives now." Aunt Li said angrily.

Uncle Li stared at Aunt Li's mobile phone wistfully.

Aunt Li sent a message, but it didn't get a reply so quickly. She was also anxious, and sent Jiang Fang a request for a video call.

The request was quickly accepted.

Before Aunt Li could speak, she saw that the screen opposite was dark.

"Xiaofang, what about the video I sent you, look at the screen." Aunt Li said subconsciously.

This often happens to the elderly, who can't tell the difference between a phone call and a video call, and habitually hold their phone to their ear when answering the phone. Jiang Fang is not an elderly person, but there are many people who Aunt Li usually contacts like this, so she said casually.

Jiang Fang's face never appeared on the screen.

Aunt Li shouted suspiciously.

Uncle Li faintly felt bad, reached out and held Aunt Li's hand, and held the mobile phone in his hand.

"Hey, Auntie, hello, hello. Why do you remember to call me at this time? Jiang Fang's voice came from the other end of the phone, and Jiang Fang's face also appeared on the mobile phone screen.

Jiang Fang smiled, and the white tiles in the kitchen could be seen in the picture, and the sound of oil bubbling in the pot could be heard.

Aunt Li relieved herself, "It's nothing." I just wanted to ask you something. Let me ask you, where does your brother live now? Send me your address. Anyway, it's the son of the old dragon, and we haven't come to see him when something so big happens. ”

Jiang Fang's smile became a little stiff. She restrained her smile, turned off the gas stove, wiped her hands and walked to the living room, "Auntie, you have a heart." But my brother...... He's like that. Now I can't move, and my brain is not good, so I have been asleep. And don't come and see. I'm too much trouble for you. ”

"It's a heart. You know, I don't look down on your brother's scoundrel, but he's always the son of an old dragon. The old dragon is gone, the old man of my family is gone, and I am also the one who stepped into the coffin with one foot, and you children are still left. I just want to see it. I don't necessarily look at it, but I just know it and feel at ease. Aunt Li said sincerely.

Jiang Fang chatted with Aunt Li during this time and became familiar with Aunt Li's character, so she could only reluctantly agree.

Aunt Li solved a matter, and then asked with a smile, "What were you doing just now?" I didn't say anything when I answered the phone. I'm still going to have something wrong with you. ”

Jiang Fang smiled, "There is probably something wrong with my mobile phone, and it has been bad recently." This phone was left for me by my grandson a few years ago. My husband also told me if I wanted to get a new one. ”

"That's time for a new one. Mobile phones are not easy to use in a few years. It's not the same as when we used a TV for decades. The current electrical appliances are not good, and they will be repaired in a few years......"

Uncle Li had already let go at this time, but just gave Aunt Li a look, signaled her to end the chatting quickly, and asked Jiang Fang to send the address.

Aunt Li didn't talk much nonsense this time, said a few more words, told Jiang Fang to send the address, and ended the call.

Jiang Fang looked at the dimmed mobile phone screen, and was distracted for a few seconds before sending Jiang Hao's address to Aunt Li.

She pressed the send button, and her mind wandered again.

She is alone at home now, and her husband has not come back yet. Her son has long been married, her grandson is in college, and now the family lives with them. When my husband is not at home, the house is empty. The old house that she has lived in for twenty years, even if it is empty, will not make Jiang Fang feel strange, but in the past few days, when she has stayed at home alone, she has always been uneasy.

"It's the winter solstice...... Jiang Fang muttered, his eyes wandered, and he looked at Jiang Longchang's last photo, "Dad, have you come back?" ”

As if in response to Jiang Fang's words, Jiang Longchang's posthumous photo trembled slightly, and suddenly fell.

The frame collided with the cabinet with a soft sound.

Jiang Fang was excited, and her body jumped, but her bloated figure stopped her from jumping, only making the flesh on her body tremble.

Jiang Fang looked at the photo frame in horror and shouted tremblingly, "Dad......?" ”

There was no echo in the room.

Jiang Fang held her breath for a few seconds before cautiously walking to the cabinet, shaking her hands, and holding the photo frame up.

Jiang Longchang in the photo seems to have changed.

Jiang Fang was in a trance for a while, as if she saw her younger brother who was still unconscious.

Among their four siblings, Jiang Hao looks the most like Jiang Longchang. Perhaps because of this, their grandparents love this little grandson the most, and Jiang Longchang and his wife also turn a blind eye to this.

Jiang Fang shuddered again, and as soon as his hand was released, the photo frame fell back to the cabinet.

She took a step back and exhaled, calming her mind.

Where in the world are there any ghosts? That's just people fantasizing and scaring themselves.

Jiang Fang said this to herself, plucked up her courage, and straightened the photo frame again.

The black-and-white Jiang Longchang is smiling in the frame, in good spirits, and very kind and kind.

Jiang Fang stared at Jiang Longchang's face for a long time, and really relaxed.

"Really...... It's all Ah Kang's nonsense, it's hurting me......" Jiang Fang muttered, pressing his chest, "That's right, cook and cook." My husband is coming back......" she said as she hurried into the kitchen and turned the gas stove back on.

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Zero hour news: [#冬至#祭扫吃饺子, visit the temple fair] The winter solstice is coming, the country has entered the peak of sacrifice and sweeping, and various places have launched staggered funeral sacrifices and remote sacrifice sweeping activities to encourage civilized sacrifice and sweeping, and promote cloud sacrifice sweep and substitute sacrifice sweeping services. At the same time, dumpling feasts and temple fairs will be held in many places to welcome the winter solstice. The editor hereby issues an initiative to replace paper money with flowers, beware of fire accidents, replace mourning with celebration, and control bad emotions.

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When Uncle Li rushed to Jiang Hao's residence, he did not have his ID card on him. He rubbed the bus and subway in the form of a ghost, and saw a lot of muddy and dazed ghosts along the way, which was really startled.

At this time, he had a feeling of "winter solstice", and he also remembered Li Yun's thoughtful look on the way back to his hometown.

I don't know what happened to Li Yun.

Li Yun sent him to the hotel, and after picking up Aunt Li, he set off to go back to his hometown, and he didn't call until now.

Uncle Li touched his pocket and let go of the hand holding the phone.

Let's settle the matter on the old dragon's side first.

Thinking like this, Uncle Li quickened his pace, entered the community where Jiang Hao lived, and followed the house number to find the residential building.

Passing through the iron gate of the residential building, going up the stairs, spiraling upwards layer by layer, Uncle Li gradually felt a depressing atmosphere.

He had never felt like this before.

Needless to say, Li Yun's peculiar talent for the five senses, even intuition in the general sense, he didn't have it.

The last time I felt this way was when I was dying.

Uncle Li was even more nervous, his old legs stepped away, stepped up the last few steps, looked around for a while, and found Jiang Hao's door.

Through an anti-theft door, the feeling of depression became more and more intense.

Uncle Li took a deep breath, put his hand in his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and finally dialed Li Yun's number.

If something really happened, he could only rely on Li Yun to help him remotely.

The phone was connected, Uncle Li didn't look at the phone screen, only shouted Li Yun's name, and rushed into the door.

The cold room is quiet, there is no figure in the living room, and two steps away you can see the bedroom with open doors.

On the slightly messy bed lay a man, motionless and his chest unheaving.

Uncle Li raised his throat in his heart, subconsciously looked behind him, and didn't see anyone in ambush. Jiang Hao didn't seem to be in the room, only his body was in the room. Thinking of this, Uncle Li cautiously moved to the door of the room.

"Uncle Li?" Li Yun's soft call came from the phone.

Uncle Li didn't seem to hear the sound, but his footsteps stopped, and he stood at the door of the bedroom in a daze, looking at the old man sitting at the bay window of the bedroom.

Jiang Longchang looked like he was about to die, his body was lying on his back, and he couldn't see the look on his face clearly. His whole being exuded a gloomy aura. The small space was oppressive because of his breath.

Uncle Li's throat seemed to be blocked. He looked blankly at the man lying on the bed.

The man described it as withered, and he didn't look much better than Jiang Longchang. He is younger than Jiang Longchang, but he is even more lifeless than Jiang Longchang.

The two are like two people inside and outside the mirror, so similar, there is a strange difference.

"Ah Hao is gone." Jiang Longchang said in a low voice.

Uncle Li didn't answer, only took a light step and came to Jiang Longchang's side.

"I saw him as soon as I walked in the door, and I saw ...... Black and white impermanence......" Jiang Longchang continued, his voice dull, without any ups and downs.

Uncle Li's body froze again, and he looked at Jiang Longchang in surprise.

"The man whom he blackmailed is dead." Jiang Longchang said again, "Your wife is right...... Actually, it's not that I don't know, and it's not that I ...... Didn't think about it...... But come to think of it, it won't come to this......"

Uncle Li felt that his hands were heavy, but he still raised his hand and patted Jiang Longchang's shoulder.

"Lao Li, during my time in Xudu, I often wondered, why don't people die when they die, and there is nothing left? Why is there a drunken capital? Why are there ghosts? Don't you know that under the walls of the city, there are so many ghosts waiting there every day. When I came out this time, I also saw the dense ghosts outside the city wall...... Originally, I had nothing to worry about, and my children and grandchildren had their own blessings, and they were doing well...... Now ......" Jiang Longchang's voice softened, and his figure darkened.

Uncle Li subconsciously tightened his fingers and pinched Jiang Longchang's shoulder.

Jiang Longchang seemed to be awakened in sleepwalking, looked at Uncle Li, and smiled reluctantly, "Tell me, what's the point of this?" I'm so old, I was supposed to leave well, but who knew I would come out like this again......"

Uncle Li didn't know how to answer.

He had never thought about it in his lifetime, and he didn't have time to think about it after he died. He is different from Jiang Longchang, he actually had no choice when he died. After he was killed, after he encountered black and white impermanence, it was impossible for him to take the two paths of reincarnation or drunkenness.

Without a choice, there can be no regret.

Jiang Longchang chose to go to Xudu by himself. Although he was in a daze at that time and didn't know what was going on, his instinct led him to the capital.

He has nostalgia for the world, and he is not obsessed enough to become a ghost in the world.

Jiang Longchang lowered his head again, and his figure was stretched out by the light of the setting sun.

The long figure was distorted, and its silhouette changed.

Jiang Longchang seemed to feel something, looked at his shadow, and followed the shadow to look at Jiang Hao lying on the bed.

It was just Jiang Hao's corpse.

Jiang Longchang was a little stunned, and saw another face on the face that was similar but different from himself.

He jumped up excitedly, and suddenly pushed away Uncle Li's hand on his shoulder, and the whole figure disappeared in place.

Uncle Li was anxious, "Old Dragon! ”

"Don't worry." Li Yun's voice came from the phone.

Uncle Li was stunned and raised his mobile phone, "Xiao Li, what did you do?" ”

"I just sent him home." Li Yun said calmly.

Li Yun didn't know where Jiang Longchang's home was, he just gently hooked the emotions precipitated in Jiang Longchang's heart and saw a bedroom.

The old bedroom is full of old decoration and old furniture, and it looks like a house from decades ago, and it must be an old man living in it.

Jiang Longchang grew up here, got married, had children, supported his parents, pulled the big and small, and sent the old ones away. It's just that at the end of his life, his body is not in permanent sleep here.

His wife, Sister Cui, died at home. He saw off Sister Cui here at that time.

Therefore, when Jiang Longchang returned to this room and saw the old lady lying on the bed, he couldn't help but feel a little out of time and space.

The old lady opened her eyes, originally looking at the ceiling in a daze, but at this moment she sensed Jiang Longchang's return, so she looked at Jiang Longchang and smiled at him.

Jiang Longchang did not accumulate emotions, but directly shed tears.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down on the half of the bed where he had been lying all his life.

Sister Cui didn't sit up, just lay down like that, stretched out her hand, and gently patted Jiang Longchang's back.

Jiang Longchang remembered that his parents died one after another, and Sister Cui comforted him in this way. When Sister Cui died, he sat like this, and there was no longer a warm palm sticking out from his back.

"It's me who is not good. It's that I'm not optimistic about Ah Hao. Jiang Longchang said in a low voice.

Sister Cui didn't answer.

I don't know how long it was, but the sound of the key opening the door was heard outside.

Jiang Longchang was stunned.

The door was pushed open, and someone had changed their shoes in the hallway and was kicking in slippers.

The footsteps sounded so familiar.

Before the visitor reached the bedroom, he heard two more footsteps and conversations.

The sound of conversation was inaudible, but the footsteps were familiar.

Jiang Longchang opened his mouth, only to feel the sourness in his heart surging up his throat, and the tears that had been stopped fell again.