The sound of conversation came from outside the house.

"Why are you all here?"

"Winter solstice, I have to come and see it."

"Fortunately, the house hasn't been sold yet."

"What to sell?"

"The younger brother was thinking about selling it before."

"If he sold it before, he might not ......"

"Who is he? Eldest sister, you call this fantasy. Die early. ”

"I told you before, I don't think I have this brother."

The three people who were talking outside were silent.

After two seconds, I heard a male voice say, "How about the aunt please?" Is it well taken care of? ”

"One aunt isn't enough, right? Otherwise, please ask for one more, and two people will come instead. ”

"Let's find a nursing home and send people in. I inquired, and he can be sent to a nursing home in this situation......"

"I said, this house is sold, it's just right to send my little brother to a nursing home."

"Well, too. Anyway, the house was left by the grandparents. They knew that the little brother had become like this, and the coffin was willing to be taken out. ”

"It's just that they used to feel sorry for everything, and they were distressed about everything......"

With that, the three of them finally walked to the bedroom door.

The three middle-aged men didn't look at the bedroom, but just passed in front of the bedroom and went to the living room.

All three of them looked calm, and the tone of their previous speech was also calm.

Jiang Longchang and Sister Cui looked at the three figures and did not go out. The look on their faces was the same serenity.

What Li Yun felt was the serenity of the deceased.

For a while, Li Yun's own heart was also immersed in this kind of tranquility.

The soul seems to be descending, about to sink into a deep pool, but it does not feel fear and cold.

A thought popped into Li Yun's mind.

This serenity may be the real death.

It's not about becoming a ghost, living in the world, or living in the drunken capital, and it's not a muddy, tyrannical mood, constantly destroying and killing.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Uncle Li's call on the mobile phone brought him back to his senses.

He and Jiang Longchang were emotionally connected, and Jiang Longchang thought of Uncle Li at the same time.

Jiang Longchang turned around and looked at Sister Cui who was lying on the bed, "Why are you here?" Didn't you say to stay in Yudu? Before, Lao Long and his wife also talked about you. ”

Sister Cui was in a trance for a while and sat up from the bed, "I don't know either." It's just that all of a sudden you want to come back, and then you come back. I was a little worried about you...... Did Xiaohao have an accident? ”

Jiang Longchang didn't plan to hide it, but he didn't know how to speak, but when Sister Cui asked, he told him dryly and told the matter one by one.

Sister Cui listened silently, listening to Jiang Longchang talk about her youngest son with one ear, and listening to the movements of the other three children outside with the other ear.

Outside, the three of them were preparing to pack up the house.

Jiang Longchang went suddenly, and Jiang Hao's matter was even more sudden, and Jiang Fang's sisters and brothers had not dealt with the inheritance left by Jiang Longchang at all. Jiang Longchang's legacy is not much. Without Jiang Hao, it would be more convenient for them to dispose of.

It's just that in the process, they have a more intuitive and profound feeling: Jiang Longchang has passed away, and they no longer have a father.

Jiang Fang's action of rummaging through the boxes and cabinets stopped.

"Eldest sister, are you unwell?"

"Nope. I just thought of my dad ......"

"I still have these old photos. Let's split it between the three of us. Jiang Fang's younger brother was holding a picture frame in his hand.

"I remember a couple of albums."

As they spoke, they finally arrived at the bedroom.

Jiang Longchang just finished talking about Jiang Hao.

"This is when my grandparents are still there, and it's their sixtieth birthday, right?"

"It's early. You see Kangkang is so small. ”

"This is the time for Dad's sixtieth birthday."

"And a picture of you joining the army."

Jiang Longchang and Sister Cui watched silently behind them.

Sorrow and nostalgia lingered in the hearts of the two.

Li Yun also watched this scene and heard Uncle Li's sigh on the other end of the phone.

Li Yun raised his mobile phone, "Uncle Li......"

"Hey, I'm nothing. The old dragon is fine. ”

"He's fine. He and his wife are in their hometown. Their three children are also there, and they are looking through old photos. Li Yun said as he walked into the bedroom.

This is not the bedroom of Jiang Longchang's hometown, but his bedroom.

After he died, there was no one to deal with the aftermath, and the house naturally remained the way it was when he left. It's just that there is more dust in the house and less popularity, as if it is covered with a shadow. After he went home, he didn't have time to clean up before he received a call from Uncle Li.

Li Yun shrugged his shoulders, held his mobile phone, opened the cabinet door with both hands, and pulled out the drawer inside. He didn't immediately take out the photo album in the drawer, but wiped off the ash on his hands first.

Uncle Li didn't know what was going on in Li Yun, so he just muttered: "It's okay if the old dragon is fine, it's okay if it's okay." ”

He was really frightened by Jiang Longchang, and he didn't expect Jiang Hao's matter to be so serious. Just like when he heard that Jiang Hao was in a coma, he was just as surprised.

Everyone knows that Jiang Hao is a scoundrel and makes trouble all day long, but as someone who knows him, he would never have thought that he would end up like this one day.

Uncle Li thought back for a while about the experience of this day's rush, and exhaled, "It's fine that he's fine." You're home, aren't you? ”

"Hmm. I'm already at home. Li Yun took out the photo album.

"You're not being discovered, are you? How's it going at home? ”

"Nope. There's not a lot of people in the neighborhood here. If it is captured by the surveillance, there is no way. Li Yun smiled, "The house is fine, but there is a lot of dust, I will clean it up later." ”

"Uh-huh. Then you're busy. Don't worry about monitoring either. No one is staring at this kind of community surveillance. The security guards don't know you either. Uncle Li said, and made up again, "The security guards in the community don't know anyone." ”

"You don't know me." Li Yun disagreed.

He has such a personality, not to mention good friends, good buddies, and ordinary friends. For example, the community security guard, who will meet every day, will not have a relationship with the other party.

Uncle Li was about to hang up the phone, but when he heard Li Yun's words, he stopped his movements again, and asked hesitantly, "You don't care, right?" ”

"Huh?" Li Yun had already opened the photo album and saw the group photo taken by his parents when they traveled before.

"You're alone at home...... You ......" Uncle Li wanted to speak and stopped.

After his death, he only went home once, and he didn't stay at home for long before he followed the woman who was also named Li Yun. What happened next made him dizzy, and when he reconnected with Aunt Li and reunited with Aunt Li, he didn't have much chance to see things and think about people. This time on the winter solstice, he just returned home, not home, but booked a hotel near his home to meet Aunt Li.

The appearance of home did not fade in his memory, but only precipitated into the depths of his memory and was not recalled.

At this time, Uncle Li recalled his home and the longing emotions he had before his death.

But he is always accompanied by Aunt Li, and even his son Li Qinghui now knows his situation.

He is not lonely.

What are the other ghosts like?

Jiang Longchang has Sister Cui by his side, and there are three children in front of him.

There was no one around Li Yun.

Uncle Li became worried.

If something happens to him, he can ask Li Yun for help, what can he do to help Li Yun?

"I'm fine. It's been a year since my parents died. I've been dead for a long time. Uncle Li, don't worry. Li Yun said with a smile.

There was no sadness in his voice.

In order to reassure Uncle Li, Li Yun even gently hooked up Uncle Li's emotions with himself.

Uncle Li didn't know what Li Yun had done, but he subconsciously felt relieved.

"That's good."

"You can contact Mr. Jiang later. He should want to be with his family now. Li Yun said.

Uncle Li agreed to come down.

The phone hangs up.

Li Yun put down the phone, moved his fingers slightly, and turned the page of the album.

The photographs are arranged chronologically, or did he arrange them himself?

With the flip of a finger, the men and women in the photo go from young to old, and what remains unchanged is the smiling faces of the two.

After flipping through a photo album, there is another one.

Before his parents used their smartphones, the photos taken by his family would be washed out, from film photos to digital photos, recording every bit of his home.

At the bottom of the drawer is a shabby old photo album containing photos of Li Yun's grandparents and his parents when they were young. The yellowed black-and-white photographs have an unfamiliar sense of distance, while the yellowed and slightly blurry color photographs seem to be full of the flavor of time.

Li Yun's flipped hand stopped at a wedding photo.

Wedding photos of his parents.

The hairstyle of the two is the curly hair that was popular in the last century, with their heads resting on their heads, smiling and showing teeth, and the standard lips are red and white.

The necklace on his mother's chest had a cross on it.

Li Yun's hand ran over the cross.

He thought for a moment and flipped another page.

In the next photo, he appeared.

As a baby, he was held on his lap by his parents.

This is a family photo taken in a photo studio.

The same cross hangs from the mother's chest.

Li Yun thought of something, put away all the photo albums, stuffed his mobile phone in his pocket, took out his ID card again, put it in a drawer, and hurried through the door.

Although he is not bound by his body, he still has to wait for the bus if he wants to rub the bus.

There are not many people on the bus stop, and there is not a lot of traffic on the road.

However, there are many "people" flows.

Li Yun saw many ghosts with trance-like expressions.

They seemed to be being pulled by something, drifting in different directions.

That's the ghost who came home from the winter solstice.

Li Yun's eyesight is very good, and he is also different from ordinary people, he can even see the marks on the wrists of some ghosts.

He didn't know what it was, but after seeing the same mark on Jiang Longchang and Sister Cui, he understood.

These marked are ghosts that have come out of the drunken capital.

And what doesn't......

Li Yun looked at the ghosts, whose figures were faint or deep.

All the way from Yaocheng, he also saw ghosts stained with blood and murderous aura.

Li Yun vaguely understood what those represented.

The phrase "dancing demons" came to his mind.

He was wary, but his vigilance was lowered when he met the ghostless eyes.

Then he had expectations.

But after seeing the empty room and no ghosts, he was also pressed by him.

Li Yun thought of his mother's cross at this time, and a conjecture came to his heart.

The winter solstice is a traditional solar term and festival in China, and there is no winter solstice abroad.

If you want to find a similar holiday, it's probably Halloween.

This year's Halloween has long passed.

Li Yun felt a moment of annoyance.

Still, that's okay.

There is a silver lining.

The bus is coming.

Li Yun followed the route shown in the navigation, got on the bus, got off at the station, and then transferred two more buses to the shuttle station of the cemetery.

Because of the winter solstice, the shuttle station that doesn't have many people on weekdays is now crowded.

Li Yun almost overlapped with others, and awkwardly went all the way to the cemetery.

After getting out of the car, he was finally able to breathe out comfortably.

He didn't see the smoke of burning paper money, but he smelled the smell of burning paper money at the entrance of the cemetery.

The smell of death was now very familiar to him.

He reflexively scanned his surroundings, and after finding nothing unusual, he secretly laughed at himself for being too nervous.

When he entered the cemetery, he found that it was full of living people, and there were no ghosts in sight.

He's the only ghost here.

Li Yun was a little surprised, but did not stop.

He followed the signs in the cemetery and found the cemetery where his parents were buried.

In the distance, he saw the tombstones of his parents, and even a corner of their posthumous photos.

His view was not blocked by the people in the aisle, nor by the other tombstones.

Walking past the tombstones where the offerings were placed, and past the families who were still worshipping, he came to the graves of his parents.

The man and woman in the posthumous photo looked peaceful, looking ahead, as if they were looking at Li Yun standing in front of them.

Li Yun put his hand on the tombstone, squatted down, and met the gaze of his parents.

He stared at them for a few moments before lowering his hand and reaching into the tomb.

His parents, who were buried with his own hands, naturally remembered that his mother's cross was put into his mother's urn.

The hand reaching into the tomb touched the cold metal, the shape of the cross, and inevitably the ashes of the mother.

Li Yun's fingers trembled.

His spirit seemed to float up, to the not-so-distant past.

The last time he touched his mother was for her burial. At that time, my mother's body was cold, and there were huge wounds on her body because of the car accident. He only symbolically put on her mother's old clothes, and more things were done with the help of the mortuary.

The last time he touched his mother was when he graduated, and his parents came to his graduation ceremony and hugged him.

Although his parents have lived overseas for many years, they do not have many habits of foreigners, especially after being diagnosed with his allergic constitution, his family tries to avoid getting close to him, for fear that they will be contaminated with any allergens and irritate him.

Li Yun tried hard to recall, but only recalled this.

He doesn't remember how his mother felt when she died.

The cold corpse and the ashes he touched now were so real, as if his mother had always been like this.

Li Yun clenched his fingers and clasped the cross in his palm.

He had no body temperature and could not make the cross warm, nor did he dare to take it out in broad daylight.

The cross kept that cold in the dark.

Li Yun struggled to find a possible warmth in the cold.

If his mother's soul was still alive, he should be able to find her as long as she was in this world.

It doesn't matter if she's in heaven. Didn't he just find Sister Cui in Xudu?

Just like Sister Cui thinking about her living family and thinking about Jiang Longchang who returned to the yang world, he misses his parents, and it is impossible for his parents not to miss him.

As long as there is such a mood, he will definitely be able to find it.

However, the coldness in his palm came to the bottom of his heart, and he didn't feel any source of heat.

No.

Li Yun suddenly let go of his hand, and the cross fell back into his mother's ashes.

He withdrew his hand in a daze.

Sure enough, it's not there.

Not at home, not in this world.

Perhaps Heaven and Yu are not the same, and he cannot find his mother in heaven.

Maybe...... She had been reincarnated and no longer remembered him.

Li Yun slowly sat on the ground, raised his head slightly, and looked at the two black and white photos on the tombstone with straight eyes.

There was no movement for a long time.