Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Ube respectfully bowed down to his elders.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Sun stepped forward to help him up, and looked up and down.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is still the elegant demeanor of the black pillow back then.

Just not much.

It's still a bit like it.

"I heard that you were nearby, so I sent someone to call you over. Is it considered abrupt?" Yan Wanqing said.

Ubie shook his head: "Take care of some old things, and I will leave when the processing is over."

"Where are you going?" Right now, Southern Xinjiang is being rectified by Chai You, even if you want to come to Ubie, you don't want to go back to that sad place.

So Yan Wanqing asked more questions.

Wubie curled his lips and smiled, his eyebrows were bright and bright, which was really pretty, but there was always a ray of sadness deep in his eyes: "I don't know, the world is home, and wherever you go is where you are." He squeezed Pinching a pendant on his chest, what he thinks in his heart is to travel more and see the outside world more.

Yan Wanqing actually saw the pendant when he came in, it was very strange.

It's red all over, just doesn't look worth much, and hangs on a string of black strings.

Ube seems to be particularly precious.

She didn't know him, but Mrs. Sun saw the pendant through his movements, and frowned slightly: "Who's ashes are you carrying?"

"Ashes?" Yan Wanqing was stunned.

She thought of something for a moment.

Ube didn't expect to be recognized by Mrs. Sun, his expression was a little dignified, and then he smiled with relief: "The one I love, I don't want to leave her to sleep in the dark underground alone, so I wear it on my body, thinking Let her also see the mountains and rivers outside."

Mrs. Sun's face was moved.

"No wonder you're around here."

Yan Wanqing was puzzled: "What does mother mean?"

"There is a skilled craftsman nearby who can process the ashes into this kind of red stone, which can be worn on the body, but it is estimated that he is already very old now. It is really amazing that you can persuade him to come out of the mountain again for you. It's easy." Mrs. Sun obviously meant something.

Ube is so smart, probably Madam Sun also knew that skilled craftsman when she was young.

"It really took a lot of work. After finishing mine, he directly burned the house down." Wubie said lightly. When the fire started, he looked at the master and heaved a sigh of relief.

It's like being liberated.

Maybe it's for others, maybe it's for yourself.

In short, he went home easily on crutches.

Then Yan Wanqing's people came to look for him.

Mrs. Sun listened and nodded: "It's indeed his style. He helped others care about him for a lifetime, but he didn't keep any thoughts. I think he must be too tired. I didn't expect him to last for so long. .”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Sun didn't want to say anything anymore.

This is that person's business, she has never liked to tell other people's stories.

Keeping silent is a courtesy to both the dead and the living.

Wubie bid farewell to Mrs. Sun and Yan Wanqing, planning to leave overnight.

As a result, as soon as she went out, she saw Yan Lingzhen standing in a dark place, staring at herself with bright eyes.

The whole village was very quiet, except for a few sporadic crowing and barking of dogs.

With a hint of fireworks, in the autumn night, it is full of nostalgia and lingering taste.

Yan Lingzhen spoke first: "I heard what you just said."

Ube remained silent.

Yan Lingzhen took two steps forward, her eyes fell on the stone on Wubie's chest: "Is this sister Huaiyu?"

"Ah."

Her expression moved.

Stretching forward with both hands: "May I have a look?" His tone was full of caution, for fear that Ubie would not agree.

Wubie remembered that rainy night, the girl was crying heartbreakingly and pressing the wound on Huaiyu's body, clenched her fists tightly with both hands, and then loosened them, he said: "Okay."

The whole red stone was placed in Yan Lingzhen's palm.

She stared blankly, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Sister Huaiyu..."

For some reason, Wubie's heart, which was still calm just now, suddenly had ripples.

The apex of the heart was sore, the pain in the chest was sore, and even the eye sockets began to moisten, tears lingered in the corners of the eyes, almost falling down.

He turned away quickly.

Afraid of being seen by others.

Yan Lingzhen stroked the stone.

There is still the residual temperature of the human body on it, the stone is smooth, and there are patterns on it, the builder made those ashes into a unique stone.

Just like these people have come to this world for a while, everyone has experienced a different life, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, all are different.

She carefully looked and looked, touched and touched, and finally handed it to Wubie reluctantly: "Here."

Ube put the stone back on his chest.

"So, take care." Yan Lingzhen said hoarsely.

"Thank you." Wubie clasped his hands together, got on his horse without looking back, and left the village at high speed in the boundless night.

Yan Lingzhen stood there watching for a long time, not knowing what she was looking at, but when she regained her composure, Elder Sister was already standing behind her.

"Go back to the house and sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow." She didn't say anything, but just patted herself on the shoulder lightly.

Yan Lingzhen nodded obediently, and she walked towards the house without saying anything.

Yan Wanqing stood there looking at the dark night, then watched Yan Lingzhen close the door, and then sighed slowly.

"It's getting late, you should go back to rest at night." Xiao Pingfeng walked to her side.

Yan Wanqing stood still: "I heard that after death, if no one thinks about it, the soul will become weaker and weaker, and then disappear forever in this world."

This is the first time Xiao Pingfeng heard of it, he stretched out his hand to hold hers, a little at a loss.

Yan Wanqing's palms were slightly cold, and there was a bitter smile on her lips: "...she is still so young."

He has already left this world, and left them forever.

But no matter what.

They will always think of Huaiyu.

Ube will take her to the freedom she longs for, and see all the mountains and rivers.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm too tired today." She had to adjust her emotions, after all, Huaiyu didn't want to see her crying all day long.

Xiao Pingfeng sent her back to the house, then hugged and hugged her reluctantly.

There is no way, because the mother-in-law is in the other side of the house, if she finds out, the goodwill I have accumulated with great difficulty may be gone again.

In order to be able to sleep with his wife in his arms every day in the future, all that he has endured now is worth it.

"Call me if you have anything, I'm right next door." Xiao Pingfeng said after blowing out the lamp.

Yan Wanqing responded: "Okay."

Listening to the door being closed, she rubbed her sore waist, then closed her eyes.

At the same time, a slender figure walked towards the grain truck.

Lu Yin circled the grain cart several times, but couldn't find what she had hidden before.

He had no choice but to return to Huai Xinmei to report.

"Where's inside the rice grain? Have you looked for it, maybe it was rolled into it after a long journey." Huai Xinmei guessed.

Lu Yin nodded: "The servant will go again."