After arranging these things, I estimated the time. Liu Wensan could only drive here, but the Gou family could take a plane or a high-speed rail. They couldn't be slower. Liu Wensan would need at least three days.
We might have to rest here for a few days, but that doesn't matter.
And I also told Shen Ji the analysis of Jiang Pan's hexagram.
Shen Ji nodded and said that she also had these opinions, but her inferences were not as detailed as mine.
I smiled and didn't answer the question.
Because I thought of He Pheasant's money line again...
One of the friends Jiang Pan knows is probably Li Yinyang and his wife!
I looked out the car window, but my mood was a little complicated.
Because I can be sure that my inference will not be wrong. There are not so many coincidences in the world, and there are not so many yin and yangs.
However, if Jiang Pan had made the right choice back then, he would not have had this result...
It is too sad for a good person to have no good life.
In the end, he will die alone in the tomb passage, waiting for someone to take him home, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots...
I closed my eyes and rested my mind, but Feng Bao asked me in a low voice if I wanted to go to the back seat to change my clothes. My whole body was wet and it would be difficult to get dressed if I got sick.
Only then did I realize that I had been so absorbed before that I had forgotten that I was still wearing a soaked Tang suit. Now the car seat was covered with water.
Shen Ji next to him closed his eyes, lowered his head, and did not speak.
I arrived at the back seat, where a prepared Tang suit had already been placed, obviously done by Feng Bao and Feng Jun.
I took off the things on my body, quickly put them into a clean Tang suit, and then put them on neatly.
I was extra vigilant during this process. Even with Shen Ji and Feng Bao and Feng Jun, I was very defensive.
I trust them, but Zhang Er has let me know this time that I cannot look at a person purely based on trust. After all, what I carry with me is Yuan Huashao's onmyoji, as well as various different evil arts...
I changed my clothes, arranged my things again, and checked my wet clothes one last time to make sure nothing was missing before I returned to the front and sat down.
At this time we have entered the suburbs of Wangxian County. The road next to it is quite narrow and the street lights are dim.
The speed of the car slowed down a lot. I looked outside and the car just stopped.
Feng Bao and Feng Jun got out of the car and greeted me at the same time.
Shen Ji and I got off the bus basically at the same time.
What we entered was a dusty house with two stone lions outside the door. The door was painted with red paint, which was obviously added later and made it look much newer.
Jiang Shi and Uncle Li came to me, and Jiang Shi briefly talked about the origin of this house.
It turns out that Jiang Pan only had a few thatched houses back then. Although he was Mr. Yin and Yang, he was extremely poor.
Later, while helping the village, he also showed a certain warlord his ancestral home and moved his tomb, so he also received a lot of help and built a house for him. He used the other benefits given by the warlords to feed the villagers. Therefore, this house was not something he and others shared the wealth of the people, but something he deserved and what the villagers wanted to do. The house has been repaired a lot in recent years. It's their doing.
As for Jiang Pan's thatched cottage, it was enclosed in the backyard and was not demolished.
I nodded to show that I understood.
At this time, Shen Ji had already carried Jiang Pan's body out of the trunk.
Uncle Li Fang and the others stepped aside. The one who went to push the door open was Jiang Shi alone...
Feng Bao and Feng Jun wanted to help, but I stopped them with my eyes and signaled them not to follow.
Entering Jiang Pan's former residence, it was just Shen Ji and I, and Jiang Shi who was leading the way.
In the old courtyard, some of the stones on the ground have cracked.
The surrounding wing rooms and main rooms also have a very strong atmosphere of the Republic of China.
However, in front of some concierges, there are stone tablets sealing the door!
There are words on the inscription, either the dead father, the dead mother, or the dead wife raising her head... I didn't look at the other stone tablets, and I could easily figure out that those were Jiang Pan's family members.
The main room was open, and I thought Jiang Shi would lead us into the main room, but instead he followed the corridor next to it, clearly heading towards the backyard!
The cold moonlight shone on Jiang Shi's body. As he walked, it seemed to give me a ghost-like illusion, as if his figure was not so stooped, but as childish as it was...
As tender as a child...
At this moment, a sad voice suddenly entered his ears.
"For more than seventy years, the unfilial son Jiang Shi finally waited for his late father's soul to return and sent him home!"
That sad voice was full of tears!
That strong emotion instantly gave me goosebumps all over my body!
After reaching seventy, he is already in his twilight years.
And Jiang Shi is still waiting so hard. This waiting has no hint and no end. I am afraid it is his biggest and most confused obsession in this life...
He didn't just shout once, but several times in succession.
Until we entered the backyard and stopped in front of several thatched houses that were almost collapsing.
Jiang Shi stopped.
He turned around, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.
Respectfully dusting off his clothes, he knelt on the ground and knelt down to Shen Bun three times and nine times!
Shen Ji was about to dodge, but I held her shoulders and sighed and told her not to dodge. This was not kneeling to her, but to Jiang Pan.
Soon, Jiang Shi finished the etiquette. After he stood up, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice if he could be allowed to carry his father into the house.
I signaled Shen Ji to put Jiang Pan down.
A smile broke out on Jiang Shi's face. Although he was old, his smile was really like that of a child.
He lifted Jiang Pan on his back, his body trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength.
However, he was still very determined and walked into the thatched house step by step.
Only then did I notice that Shen Ji's eyes were slightly red.
This makes me a little sad. Judging from this detail, although Shen Ji is cold, there is always a difference between her heart and appearance.
But for me, although this is touching, it has not reached the point where my inner emotions are rising...
The layout of the thatched house was simple, with a bedroom next to it. Jiang Shi carried Jiang Pan's body inside and placed it on a wooden bed.
There is a white cloth prepared by the bedside, and there is even a memorial tablet!
Jiang Shi was placing the spiritual tablet and covering the body with a white cloth.
I looked around subconsciously.
On the wall to the right of where we entered, I found a hanging portrait!
This portrait looks a little familiar...
I stared intently, my body suddenly shook, and a lot of sweat broke out on my forehead...
Because in this portrait, there is a young woman.
This woman's appearance is enough to bring disaster to the country and the people!
With her slightly curly hair spread over her shoulders and wearing a gauze skirt, she looked like a fairy falling into the mortal world.
But her beauty is too charming...
I bit the tip of my tongue hard and woke up...
He murmured in a hoarse voice: "He Pheasant..."
