Stepping into the territory of Mangshan again, Nanliluo felt that everything was the same as it was two years ago, without any changes.
Although Yuanma, the son of Uncle Jinzhu, insisted that they, the Central Plains people, should be responsible for Simiao, she happily took him to the bamboo house where they lived.
Yuanma parked the cart not far away and trotted over: "It's a coincidence. My wife is going back to her grandmother's house for two days because she is about to give birth to a baby, so I thought of taking you first. Come here, my father has let you live here before, I think you are familiar with it. By the way, my sister and my father went to Tengchong to buy jade. They will be back in the next few days. You must not run away, you know? What's wrong with you? I have to give my sister an explanation."
Nan Liluo lowered his head and laughed and said: "Don't worry, brother, all men from the Central Plains are true to their word. I will definitely give Miss Simiao a satisfactory answer. If she insists on marrying my brother, it is not impossible."
"It's good to have your words. My father also said it. You Central Plains people seem to keep your promises." Yuan Ma chuckled.
The breeze blows from the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound. A two-story bamboo building is located on the edge of Xinghu Lake, just like it did two years ago.
"I didn't expect that this place would be the same as before. Nothing has changed." Looking at the bamboo building that was exactly the same as in his memory, Nan Liluo couldn't help but sigh.
Yuanma smiled honestly next to him and said: "I only came to this bamboo house occasionally. After my wife became pregnant, I came even less, so there has been no change." As he spoke, he pushed away the bamboo house. Door, "Come in and sit down."
Just as Nanliluo was about to step onto the bamboo building, his eyes were caught by a tombstone not far from Star Lake.
Yuan Ma saw Nan Liluo dazed at the door, and walked out to find him looking at the tombstone in the distance, and said: "Listen to my father, when you left back then, you pulled out the remains of the deceased in the Star Lake, so that They are buried in peace.”
Nan Liluo just nodded in response to Yuan Ma, but took a few steps forward to take a closer look.
Three pillars of fragrance that have been burnt to ashes are still inserted in front of the grave. Three small jade bone dishes are neatly placed with some pastries on them. Their original appearance can be vaguely seen, but they have been exposed to the wind and sun. Already a little shriveled. But you can still feel the intention of the owner who put them here.
"Someone is worshiping them?" Nan Liluo asked in surprise.
Yuan Ma looked at the tributes in front of the grave and nodded: "Yes, every once in a while, someone will come to pay homage to them. I even met him once. He was a very good-looking man," Yuan Ma said. He scratched his head and said, "He looks a bit like us, and a bit like someone from you. In short, he is also a very strange person. He doesn't talk much, but he is also very quiet. He just came to pay homage, so I will I didn’t ask that many questions.”
Could it be Taishi Wen?
Nan Liluo thought: "Do you know when he usually comes?"
"I don't know about that, but he usually doesn't let the sacrifices here weather for a long time. Judging from the degree of weathering of this sacrifice, I think he will definitely come in the next few days."
What Yuan Ma said came true.
In the evening two days after Nan Liluo stayed in the bamboo house, a figure appeared in the bamboo forest.
Wearing a light blue collared coat over a white double-breasted coat, a blue homespun belt tied around the waist, and a pair of gray-blue embroidered trousers.
On his head, he wears a pure blue turban that is unique to local men.
He was also carrying a bamboo basket in his hand, which was tightly covered with a piece of dark blue cloth, so you couldn't see what was inside.
The visitor didn't notice any changes in the bamboo building, and just concentrated on walking towards the tombstone.
When I just passed by the bamboo house.
The door opened with a "squeak" sound.
A man wearing a light blue gown appeared at the door. The man bent slightly towards the visitor, clasped his hands and saluted: "Mr. Wen, long time no see."
The wind seemed to get stronger in the evening, causing Nan Liluo's hairband to fly behind her.
Wen Jirou stopped and was silent for a while before turning around, looking at the man in front of the bamboo building, with a slight curl of the corner of her mouth: "Young Master, you have mistaken the person. There is no Mr. Wen here."
Nan Liluo straightened up, and immediately understood in his heart that his outfit had made his meaning clear.
He gently lifted up the corners of his clothes with his hands, walked down the bamboo building in a few steps, and stopped not far from Wen Jirou: "I'm being rude, what should I call this brother?"
