The days passed like this.
Calm and calm.
In the blink of an eye, Qingming has arrived.
A light rain fell from the sky.
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily.
"Let's go."
Luo Heng locked the door and handed the oil-paper umbrella to Ye Wan'er and Mu Qingwan.
He opened his umbrella and walked into the drizzle first.
Ye Waner and Mu Qingwan followed.
The two women held an umbrella together and both wore plain clothes.
If the two girls are side by side, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each is good at winning.
There were many pedestrians on the road, old and young, walking toward the northern suburbs of the city.
Seeing Luo Heng and the others, passers-by smiled and said hello.
Luo Heng nodded in return.
No one was surprised that Mr. Luo had two young women beside him.
During this period, Ye Wan'er and Mu Qingwan had gradually begun to meet outsiders and occasionally go shopping on the street.
The surrounding neighbors all know that one of them is Mr. Luo's future wife, and the other is the maid at home.
The order to arrest Mu Qingwan has been revoked long ago, and no one doubts that Mr. Luo's future wife is the person that the Xiuyi Guards wanted to arrest in the first place.
Worship ancestors during the Qingming Festival.
After the death of Linxi people, most of them were buried in the northern suburbs of the city.
There, lie the ancestors of Linxi who have lived on this land for generations.
Every Qingming Festival, the bustling Linxi County always becomes extraordinarily different.
No matter how hard you get into money, people will close their homes, close their shops, prepare paper money for sacrifices, and rush to the northern suburbs of the city with their families.
Go to the graves of your ancestors, burn a stick of incense and say a blessing from your ancestors.
The grave of the old scholar who adopted Luo Heng was also in the northern suburbs of the city, and he was buried with his deceased wife, whom he had talked about for half his life.
Lao Xiucai was a deeply affectionate person, and he did not renew his relationship after his wife died.
Later, he picked up Luo Heng and adopted him, treating Luo Heng as his own son.
Luo Heng still remembers that every Qingming Festival at that time, the old scholar would take him to the grave of his late wife to offer incense and kowtow.
He watched the old scholar counting paper money and squatting in front of the grave talking to himself.
The slightly dancing firelight always dyes the old scholar's dim eyes red.
I don't know if it was from the smoke or because his eyes were red.
By the time the memorial ceremony was over, people from other families were leaving in large numbers to worship their ancestors.
The old scholar was still reluctant to leave, his eyes were particularly reluctant to leave, and he looked back three times every step of the way.
The way we came here went very fast, but the way back seemed extremely slow.
When they arrive outside the city, the old scholar will take Luo Heng to the wine shop outside the city, buy a pot of old wine and buy a few pieces of Luo Heng's favorite rice cakes.
Then he took Luo Heng slowly and leisurely into the city and home...
He glanced at the wine flags fluttering in the wind in the drizzle on the edge of the official road on the outskirts of the city.
The wine flag is a bit old, and the color of the three words "Xinghua Village" written on it has begun to fade.
But the way it flutters in the wind is just like my childhood memories.
At this moment, Luo Heng suddenly missed the old scholar very much.
…
The so-called cemetery is actually a small dirt hill.
The mountain is not high, only a few feet, and the slope is gentle.
A winding yellow mud road leads to the top of the mountain.
On both sides of the dirt road, there are earthen tombs scattered in a chaotic manner.
There are distinctions between people and graves.
The closer to the tomb at the top of the mountain, the higher the status of the person buried.
The old scholar's tomb is on the top of the mountain.
Originally he was not qualified, but when he died, Luo Heng had already passed the exam.
The Linxi people gave Luo Heng some face and offered to bury the old scholar at the top of the mountain. They also moved the tomb of the old scholar's deceased wife halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain.
Luo Heng did not object.
A small cemetery is full of human feelings.
Luo Heng, Mu Qingwan, and Ye Wan'er walked slowly along the yellow mud road towards the mountain.
Many people around have begun to worship.
The green smoke from the burning paper money curled up, and was gradually blown away by the slightly cold wind, drifting into the distance.
Occasionally, gentle sobbing could be heard from a few new graves, which were also blown away and dispersed by the cold wind.
When we reached the top of the mountain, the drizzle had stopped.
Luo Heng saw the tombstone of the old scholar from a distance.
The tombstone is made of bluestone, and the identity of the old scholar is engraved on the head of the tombstone: Maocai Jiazike, Linxi County, Tai'an in the third year.
The main text briefly records the life and name of the old scholar.
The name of the person who erected the monument and the time when the monument was erected are inscribed below.
A very typical literati inscription.
Luo Heng stepped forward, gently brushed away the fallen leaves on the tombstone, and said something silently.
"Old man, here I come."
Most time-travelers are like this, and they are not willing to call people their parents easily after time-traveling.
Luo Heng and the old scholar have been together for more than ten years, and they have never called him daddy.
Although...he is the adopted son of an old scholar.
Whenever someone teased Luo Heng about why he didn't call him daddy, the old scholar was always very tolerant, caressing Luo Heng's little head lovingly, and said that the child was shy and would growl in private.
"You go about your business."
Luo Heng turned to Ye Wan'er and said something, then waved to Mu Qingwan.
Ye Wan'er nodded, walked aside silently, and took out a tablet from the bag she carried with her.
There is no writing on the tablet.
But Ye Wan'er knew there were words.
But the words were engraved in her heart.
There is a father, a mother, a loyal uncle, and Xiaochan...
Today is Qingming Festival.
She missed her parents and her family.
Mu Qingwan trotted to Luo Heng's side and looked curiously at the tombstone in front of her.
She had never had such an experience.
When she was in the Hou Mansion, she didn't worship her ancestors either.
"Old man, I'm bringing your future daughter-in-law to see you."
Luo Heng looked at the tombstone of the old scholar and murmured softly.
Mu Qingwan heard it, but didn't understand it.
She can't understand daughter-in-law yet.
Place sacrifices, light incense and kowtow.
As soon as Luo Heng stood up, he saw Mu Qingwan imitating his movements and kowtow.
He smiled and didn't stop.
Although... the girl is not his wife yet, she will be sooner or later, right?
What will happen if the future wife kowtows to her adoptive father?
After the girl stood up, she looked at Luo Heng eagerly, as if begging him to praise her.
"Very good, you are very good, the old man will like you."
Luo Heng praised with a smile on his face.
When the girl heard this, she smiled sweetly.
She still didn't understand the meaning of kowtow, but as long as he praised her, it was enough.
The boy and the girl stood quietly side by side in front of the tombstone, staring at the ignited paper money.
The firelight jumped and the smoke curled up.
In a daze, the rising smoke gradually condensed into two figures.
It was the old scholar and his deceased wife.
He supported her and walked slowly.
They were all smiling, looking at the boy and girl in front of them with extremely fond eyes.
Luo Heng turned his head and glanced at the girl beside him.
He saw the girl's eyes staring at the fire, her face confused, her eyes revealing curiosity and... clear cuteness.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his hanging arms reached over and grasped the girl's catkin.
The girl's hands were not as soft as she expected. Her palms were slightly calloused and cold.
The big hand was a little dishonest, and he inserted it along the girl's fingers.
The fingers were entangled together and gradually interlocked.
After a while.
The memorial ceremony is completed.
The three of them turned back along the way they came.
Luo Heng was last.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
Turn around and look back.
The tombstone stands quietly.
The paper money that turned into ashes was swirled by the cold wind and gradually drifted away, as if the old scholar smiled and accepted the filial piety of his adopted son.
Stare several times.
Luo Heng spoke softly.
"Dad, take care."
