At the foot of Chuncheng Mountain, a red horse walks through the forest, and at a glance, it seems that a lonely boat on the river is drifting in the twilight!

It is the twilight of spring, the rain in the mountains, just like the face of a child, three changes a day, suddenly cloudy and sunny, suddenly wind and rain, as soon as the evening passes, the rain is like a bead with a broken thread, lingering, falling in a trickle, I don't know when it will fall, the streets and alleys are full of smoke and rain, as if they are covered with thin gauzy paper, and they can't see clearly......

The plaques with four black and gold characters on the black background of "Jingliu Restaurant" have been eroded in the wind and rain, and they have long been dark, but they do not affect the guests in the restaurant. Lu Xiang drank a cup of hot tea, sat at the window and watched the bean-sized raindrops under the eaves hit the bluestone, and the wisps of mist splashed seemed to fall into his heart, and in the distance, a brilliant cherry blossom tree gradually ended in the rain......

"Brother Qin, this time Chuncheng Mountain is more auspicious than the martial arts, so you must be careful when you go, don't be reckless, so as not to cause trouble, tomorrow I will wait for your news in Jingliu Restaurant!"

This is a sentence he instructed Qin Mi when he left last night, after some thoughts, he put down the teacup in his hand and stood up, the words seemed to be still rippling in his ears, but the world was as he expected, everything was quietly suffering......

Qin Mi finally came, and he came without a trace, but when he came, there was no light in the restaurant, and he was still sitting by the window, lighting an oil lamp for him, and serving two bowls of food, the light reflected his wet clothes and a haggard face, maybe it was because he had been drenched in the rain for too long, but he couldn't detect the cold, from his mournful words, Lu Xiang learned that Qi Song was shot in the ankle by a random arrow, coupled with the poisonous gas, unfortunately poisoned to death, and Zhao Chi'an and Starling Ye did not know where to go!

The rain outside the window was still falling endlessly, like falling into a bottomless abyss, Lu Xiang sighed deeply: "Brother Qin, all the condolences!"

"Senior Lu, there are two more days to Qingming, and tomorrow is the Cold Food Festival, I want to go to the market!"

He was originally a light and breezy word, but it made Lu Xiang's eyes light up when he heard it: "Well, the cold food is Qingming, I also have a plan, tomorrow I will bring my family, and we will go out for a walk together!"

"Good!"

The spring rain fell overnight, on the fourth day of the fourth month of April, the sky was clear, the morning sun gradually dewed, and the sea of people was already surging under the Chuncheng Mountain, looking at the roadside, the water's edge, and under the bridge...... Some bowed, some sacrificed wine, some wept, some scattered, and some burned paper......

The willow branches on the river bank are full of paper flowers, a group of women row to the water, close their eyes and make a wish to the river god, and then put the hibiscus lantern in their hand into the water, the lantern is rippled and slowly drifts away......

Exactly: the tail flutters and hangs paper money, out of the city are on the grave boat, the wasteland leaves have been swept, and the name of the resort has a fate!

"Father, what is the Winter Food Festival? Why sacrifice? Xue'er looked up and asked curiously!

Lu Xiang said as he walked: "I'll tell you a story about the Cold Food Festival: During the Spring and Autumn Period, in order to let his son Xi Qi succeed to the throne, Li Ji, the concubine of Jin Xiangong, set up a poison scheme to kill the prince Shen Sheng, Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide, Shen Sheng's younger brother Chong'er, in order to avoid the scourge and exiled to other countries for 19 years, during which the minister Jie Zitui always followed the left and right, never abandoned, in order to save Chong'er, he cut off a piece of meat from his leg, and cooked it with fire for Chong'er to eat, 'cutting shares and eating Jun'! Nineteen years later, Chong'er finally became a monarch, and he worked hard to become a generation of famous monarchs - Duke Wen of Jin! However, Jie Zi Tui did not seek profit, and his mother returned to the hidden mountain, Jin Wen Gong ordered to set fire to the mountain in order to force him out of the mountain to meet, Jie Zi Tui resolutely did not go out of the mountain, and was finally burned to death, Jin Wen Gong remembered the will of the loyal minister, buried it in Mianshan, and found that Jie Zi pushed the placket of the placket inscribed a blood poem: Cut the flesh and serve the king as much as possible, but I hope that the lord will always be clear, and the ghost under the willow will never be seen, it is better to accompany the king as a minister, if the lord has me, remember my frequent self-reflection, the minister has no shame in Jiuquan, and the diligent government is clear and clear! Jin Wengong hurriedly hid the blood book in his sleeve and buried Jie Zitui and his mother under the charred big willow tree! In order to commemorate Jie Zitui, Jin Wengong ordered to change Mianshan to Jieshan, build a temple, and ordered to ban fire and cold food on the day of Jie Zitui's death to send mourning. In the second year, Duke Wen of Jin led his ministers to climb the mountain to pay respects, and when he walked to the grave, he saw that the willow tree was resurrected from the dead, with thousands of green branches, fluttering in the wind, and he was given the name Qingming Willow ......"

Since then, from the Son of Heaven to the common people, they attach great importance to worshiping their ancestors at the time of Qingming Festival, in order to express the feelings of chasing after the end of the day, so that the cold food Qingming has been passed down to this day! Cold food on the mound, there is no incense, paper money hangs on the tree, and those who go to the countryside are all mountaineering and looking at the sacrifice, cracking the silk in the air, which is called breaking money......"

"Oh, Xue'er understands that Jie Zitui is loyal and indifferent to fame and fortune, and he is really a great hero!"

Lu Xiang let out an "um", and then cast his gaze indifferently on the riverbank!

It was past noon, Qin Mi lit incense candles, and Lu Xiang filled the ground with flowers and sprinkled three glasses of wine......

The flowers are blooming, the south wind is slightly cool, may these flowers and candlelight illuminate the way home, and may the other country accommodate the restless soul! After the sacrifice, Qin Mi sat on the ground by the river, and the wind filled the wind with bursts of floral fragrance!

The river is full of water, flowing to the unknown mountain stream, the grass and trees are leisurely, gently swaying in the wind, Lu Xiang leaned down, inadvertently picked up the petals that drifted with the waves in the water, and said: "The falling flowers are full of tears, and Xu condolences are separated from the ......."

"The eldest husband has a lifetime of worries, no temporary troubles, love is like flowing water, it is difficult to return after passing away, the king of Yue Gou practiced lying on the salary and tasted the gall, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu, the overlord of Western Chu broke the kettle and sank the boat, the one hundred and two Qin passes belong to Chu after all, and the same country can regroup and make a comeback!" Qin Mi folded off a weed and said firmly!

"The cold elm in February is not old, and the cold elm in March is old, hahahaha......"

On the shore, an old man said with a smile.

"Grandpa, these elm money is enough for us to eat for three days, so don't pick it again!"

"It's okay, this elm money is still very fresh, very tender, it is the most suitable to eat at this time, and when you come to pick it again after the cold food festival, the little elm money will be old, dry, yellow, and it will not taste fresh......"

Xue'er looked at it, and under the elm tree not far away, a pair of grandfathers and grandsons were picking up elm money in the back basket!

"Is this elm money delicious?" Cher stepped forward and asked.

"The elm money that has just grown, the color is green, put it in your mouth and chew it, it's very sweet......"

The little boy smiled and handed over an elm in his hand: "Here, you can taste it!" ”

"Really?" Xue'er smiled brightly, then reached out and took Yu Qian'er and put it in her mouth, tasted it carefully, but it tasted like chewing wax!

"How's it going, is it delicious?"

The little boy asked, still smiling......