The rain hits the mountains and forests, and the wind becomes more and more urgent.

Seeing the old man in the cloth go away, Chen Mingye slowly spoke: "Is he Uncle Jiang's grave keeper?"

"Actually, the humble tomb doesn't need to be taken care of permanently," Jiang Ying also followed his gaze at the old man's back, and said slowly, "It's just that Uncle Zhang is an old pawn under my father's command, and he grew up watching me grow up. ”

Chen Mingye nodded, then turned his gaze back, landed on the tombstone in front of him, and said softly: "Uncle Jiang, I'm coming to see you again." ”

Jiang Ying put down the bamboo basket in her hand, opened it, and took out the wine, pastries, etc. one by one, moved slowly, and placed them neatly, before looking at the tombstone in front of her steadily.

"Daddy. She knelt down and whispered the word she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Chen Mingye put on an umbrella and slowly knelt down beside her.

The continuous rain continues to invade from the world outside the umbrella, bringing the coolness of the autumn breeze.

"Uncle Jiang, I've only drunk with you once, but it's not enjoyable," Chen Mingye smiled and picked up the wine bowl that had been arranged, "I'll salute you again." ”

Jiang Ying looked at him silently, her eyes flashing.

Chen Ming poured the wine bowl in the middle of the night, threw a wine thread on the ground, and then raised his head to drink the wine in the bowl.

"Uncle Jiang, I'm going back to Kyoto, this time, let's go and see the scenery first. Chen Mingye wiped his mouth and smiled softly, "There are some things, I haven't been back to see them for a long time, and I have almost forgotten them." ”

"Uncle Jiang, your little Ying'er is terrible now, leading a state pastor, attacking the south of the town, the scenery is great, you don't have to worry too much about her. ”

"Uncle Jiang, if you meet my father underground, remember to invite him to drink a glass of wine, my son is not filial, and I haven't been to see him for three years. ”

"Uncle Jiang, Southern Xinjiang is very good, it will be better in the future, if you know about it, you should be very pleased. ”

......

He chattered, kneeling in front of Jiang Hechuan's tomb, as if facing an elder he hadn't met for a long time, and spit out some of the words that had been suppressed in his heart.

Jiang Ying looked at him, a touch of distress appeared on his cold face, but she didn't interrupt him, just looked at him silently, waiting quietly beside him.

After a long time, Chen Mingye drank the pot of osmanthus in his hand half-sprinkled and half-drunk, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Ying and smiled lightly: "Xiao Ying'er, do you see if I am acting as a substitute, you are a genuine girl who has not had the turn to speak until now." ”

Jiang Ying shook her head slightly: "What you said is what I want to say, it's good that my father can hear it." ”

"Are you sure?" Chen Mingye suddenly had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Ying frowned slightly, and wondered, "Is there something wrong?"

"I promised Uncle Jiang that I would take good care of Xiao Ying'er, is this what Xiao Ying'er wanted to say?" Chen Mingye grinned.

Jiang Ying glared at him in annoyance, and a faint red glow appeared on her cold white face, but she was too lazy to say much to him, and she didn't look at him for a while.

After the worship, Jiang Ying carefully took care of the tombstone, inserted a few daisies she brought, gently brushed a few words on the tablet with her fingers, her narrow eyelashes flickered slightly, and she lowered her head and was silent for a moment before slowly standing up.

The sky was dark and the rain was still quite heavy when I traveled, but now the rain was almost stopping, and only a few drops of clear water were still occasionally falling from the sky.

"Tomorrow will be a good day. Chen Mingye looked up and looked at the sky that was still a little cloudy.

"Yes. Jiang Ying stood beside him and affirmed.

Chen Mingye quietly looked at her side face for a long time, and slowly said, "I should go." ”

Jiang Ying turned her head calmly and looked directly into his eyes: "Let's go, it's already decided, don't procrastinate." ”

"Good. Chen Mingye nodded.

"I've prepared the burden for you, it's in the carriage, and I've specially ordered someone to choose a good horse, and I've been waiting there for a long time. Jiang Ying bit her lower lip lightly and said lightly.

"Good. Chen Mingye looked at her and nodded again.

"Well, let's go. Jiang Ying put away the bamboo basket and turned around to go.

Chen Mingye followed with an umbrella, and there was still only one word: "Okay." ”

The two of them walked to the driving place, but saw that there was indeed a man in a coat leading a tall maned horse standing on the side of the chariot.

When the coachman saw the two coming, he quickly jumped out of the car and asked respectfully, "Lord Governor, are you going back to the city?"

"There's no hurry. Jiang Ying waved her hand, got into the carriage and took out a package that had already been prepared, turned around and handed it to Chen Mingye, "It's nothing, three or two pieces of clothing, a little silver ticket, you can put it away." ”

"Good. Chen Mingye accepted it and looked at her fixedly, "I'll just leave." ”

Jiang Ying said calmly: "Let's go, let's go, save me from being upset when I look at it." ”

The coachman and the man leading the horse looked at each other, and consciously went to the other side.

Chen Mingye smiled and said, "These family members of yours are quite clever. ”

Jiang Ying snorted coldly and said, "Do you think they are all like you?"

"Is Xiao Ying'er hinting at me something?" Chen Mingye laughed evilly, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the beauty's slender waist, "Is Xiao Ying'er really willing to let me go?"

"I said I was reluctant, won't you leave?" Jiang Ying's eyes moved lightly, looking at him and said quietly.

Chen Mingye sighed: "I will come back." ”

"The year-end state assessment, this is my first year as the pastor of Jiaozhou, and I should be going to Beijing to report on my work," Jiang Ying looked at him and suddenly smiled softly.

Chen Mingye was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "You ......"

"But I won't go with you, the autumn flood matter here has not yet been dealt with, and it will take at least a month or two before leaving. Jiang Ying's eyes shone slightly.

Chen Mingye smiled evilly: "No wonder you are so relieved of me, it turns out that you want to follow me quietly." ”

Jiang Ying glared at him: "This time the journey is far away, eating and sleeping in the open, all of them are alone, you need to be extra careful." ”

"Why, don't let people follow me?" Chen Mingye asked rhetorically.

"Your identity in Beijing this time is inconvenient for anyone to follow, but it is most appropriate to be alone. Jiang Ying frowned and thought carefully, "If you are in Kyoto, you have to be careful in everything, maybe people who are familiar with you in the past will recognize you through some of your habits, then it will be a big trouble." ”

"Xiao Ying'er has a point, the little one obeys," Chen Mingye laughed and let go of the hand that was holding the beauty, "In this case, you have to take care of yourself, Chen Mingye said goodbye." ”

"Wait. ”

Behind him, the familiar voice sounded hurriedly, and before Chen Mingye could turn around, he felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing, and a warm delicate body hugged him tightly from behind, and a small face leaned gently on his back.

He was just about to speak, but he only felt that there was an empty back, and the beautiful woman had already let go of her hand again, but the wonderful touch that was just right to touch still made him have a slight aftertaste.

He turned around, but saw that there was no one behind him, and then he heard the coachman's "drive", and the car on one side actually "rumbled" away.

Chen Mingye was stunned for a moment, looking at the package in his hand and the brown horse tied to the tree not far away, he couldn't help but touch his nose and smile bitterly.

This little Ying'er.