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The showers have just stopped, the dark green eaves are tilted up, and little bits of water hang high and drip along the corners of the eaves.
They formed a series of silver lines in the air.
The fragrance of the jujube trees that were wetted by the rain became even more intense, drifting straight to the depths of the alley. Deep in the alley, the red festive couplets saying farewell to the old and welcoming the new had been torn off from the mottled wooden door, and what was replaced on it was an eye-catching Snow white.
White lanterns were hung high at the two corners of the wooden door, and the wooden door was open, giving a feeling of silence and dullness.
Every household in Zaoshu Lane felt sorry for the grandfather whose parents were missing and dependent on each other. Something happened again. What should I do if only an eight-year-old child was left?
He Chaoyun was wearing linen mourning clothes and kneeling in the lobby.
Holding a spiritual tablet in his arms, he knelt down blankly.
He Chaoyun's grandfather couldn't survive half a month ago and was buried for seven days. Due to the weather, he couldn't be released any longer, so he was buried outside the city with the help of neighbors.
No one knew how to comfort He Chaoyun, and the neighbors discussed it. Finally, He Danggui's parents offered to temporarily adopt He Chaoyun.
However, He Chaoyun refused and refused to leave his home in Zaoshu Lane.
She stubbornly believes that she cannot leave. If she leaves, no one will be waiting for her parents in the family. If no one is waiting for her parents, her parents will not come back.
She couldn't let her parents be unable to find their home.
Since He Chaoyun's grandfather was buried, He Chaoyun has been holding a memorial tablet and kneeling blankly in the lobby every day. Even if there is no mourning hall, she still wants to keep her filial piety for her grandfather for seven or forty-nine days.
The neighbors in Zaoshu Lane discussed it and took turns to come to He Chaoyun's house every day to take care of him.
Today, it's the turn of the alley to congratulate Daniu's family.
He Daniu's wife is a soft-hearted person. Seeing a girl who is no more than the same age as her youngest son, so helpless, her heart becomes soft.
There must be no meaty taste. He Daniu's wife thoughtfully cooked two vegetarian dishes and cooked thick snow-white rice porridge. Wearing plain navy blue clothes, she came to He Chaoyun's house with a rice basket.
As soon as He Daniu's wife arrived at the door of He Chaoyun's house, she saw two figures standing straight at the door, both raising their heads and looking fixedly at the white lantern above the wooden door.
Just looking at the backs, one of the two figures is taller and the other is shorter.
But one is tall and slender, and the other is graceful and graceful.
It's a man and a woman.
He Daniu's wife subconsciously felt that these two people were heading towards He Chaoyun's house, "Excuse me, you two... Young Master, Miss, what are you doing here at Zaoshu Lane?"
Upon hearing the question, both figures looked over.
The man is handsome and the woman is elegant.
He Daniu's wife, who had never seen such a beautiful person before, suddenly felt a little at a loss. When the two of them saw her, she smiled unconsciously.
Lingchu never expected that since the cave was randomly teleported away, she and the young man named Jiang would arrive at Broken Jade City at the same time.
Moreover, the two met under the jujube tree at the entrance of the alley.
When they first met, they were both stunned. Then they smiled politely, and after a few breaths in silence, the two simply went into the alley together to look for He Chaoyun of the He family.
However, the two of them did not expect that what they would see when they arrived at He's house would be white lanterns.
In his consciousness, he naturally saw the girl holding the coffin in the lobby.
Although the two are monks, they are not unconventional people.
I know what it means to hang a white lantern in front of the door.
Could it be that... He Chaoyun already knew the news of his parents' death?
While the two were hesitating, they noticed a mortal approaching and asked them.
Lingchu glanced at the young man named Jiang. The expression on the young man's face remained unchanged, with no intention of speaking at all.
She wailed in her heart, why were the monks she met so cold and aloof.
Senior Sister Mingyue is like this, Senior Brother Yun Haotian is like this, and even Second Senior Brother Yan Bei, who they have not gotten along with for a long time, is like this.
Suddenly, Lingchu missed his senior brother very much.
"Sister, is this the home of Mr. and Mrs. He Yuan?" Lingchu didn't even show a trace of what he was thinking in his heart. Instead, he smiled softly and asked very kindly.
He Yuan? Isn't that Mr. He's name?
He Daniu's wife originally thought that this kind of person was not like the people in Zaoshu Lane, or even the people in Nancheng. It would not be surprising if the handsome Mr. He and his wife knew each other.
"Are you two Mr. He's?"
"friend."
"friend."
Two voices sounded at the same time. Lingchu looked at the young man named Jiang in surprise. Yes, fortunately it was not a completely different answer.
The answers given by the two people in unison seemed to be quite credible. Coupled with their good skins, He Daniu's wife immediately believed most of them, with a sigh on her face, "Are you here to see Mr. He and his wife? They I've been missing for half a year, I'm afraid you may have missed the point."
"This white lantern..." Lingchu followed the words of He Daniu's wife, showing disappointment, and turned to look at the white lantern at the door.
When the white lantern was mentioned, the expression on the face of He Daniu's wife was not just sighing, but full of pity and pity, "It's Mr. He's father, Xiao Chaoyun's grandpa, half a month ago, No, what can we do? Poor little Chaoyun is all alone at such a young age."
The expressions on the faces of Lingchu and Chu immediately became serious.
No wonder He Yuan was able to leave his daughter alone with peace of mind. It turned out that there was an old man taking care of her.
Unfortunately, nothing in this world can be taken for granted.
Most are unsatisfactory.
Just like this, I'm afraid He Yuan didn't expect it.
"I once heard Brother He Yuan mention his daughter, called Chaoyun. I came here this time also for Brother He's daughter." Lingchu was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face did not appear again, "I don't know about Brother He. My daughter, does she have somewhere to go or does she have any relatives?"
He Daniu's wife sighed, with a touch of sympathy on her fair face, and shook her head, "Mr. He's family is actually not local to Zaoshu Lane. They settled here when Mrs. He was pregnant with Liujia." Yeah, I haven’t heard of any relatives in all these years.”
"Even this incident was helped by the neighbors." After taking a look at the mottled wooden door, He Daniu's wife lowered her voice and said with emotion.
In this case, it would be a bit difficult to handle.
Originally, just sending a picture stone over was considered an easy and simple matter, but I didn't expect that things would become so complicated in the end.
In fact, Lingchu was also soft-hearted.
If a person with a slightly harder heart delivers the things and then leaves directly, it will not be considered a violation of the previous promise. It doesn't matter that He Chaoyun is a child, alone and has nothing to do with others.
It's a pity that what Lingchu despises the most is an orphan without a father, a mother, and nothing to rely on.
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