Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 62 I'll accompany you (4)
When leaving the small courtyard, Dongnuan discovered that the fence wall that was broken yesterday had been repaired, and the rope on the fence door had been replaced with a new one. On the left hand that tied the rope, when Si Jixia tied the rope and turned to leave, she had already looked away, so Si Jixia didn't notice it.

It was still early, and the air on the mountain where there had been light snowfall was bitingly cold, and one could feel a pungent pain inhaling it into the nose, so it was warm in winter. While watching the winter scenery in the mountains, he followed Si Jixia and encountered difficulties. Si Jixia would carefully remind her that after walking for more than half an hour, they came to a place with a bamboo grove and a river in front of it. The strange thing was that not only was there no trace of snow in this place, the ground was even dotted with flowers. The tiny yellow flowers do not have the feeling of cold winter at all, but give people a feeling of warm spring. If there are insects and birds singing, I am afraid that it will make people think that spring is really here.

Just between the bamboo forest and the river, a tomb mound overgrown with weeds sat there.

When the tomb barely came into their sight, Dong Nuangu noticed that Si Jixia's footsteps suddenly picked up speed, and he didn't stop until he reached the tomb, and stood there for a while before putting his hands on his hands. Put the burden on the grass in front of the grave, and then began to squat down and pull the weeds around and on the grave.

Dong Nuangu also approached, and saw clearly the words engraved on the long wooden plaque standing in front of the tomb - the tomb of the loving father, the son stands in peace.

Because of the wind and the sun, the color of the wooden sign has turned dark brown, and the handwriting on the wooden sign has become somewhat blurred, but it can still be seen that the words and even the engraving on the wooden sign are all made by children. , because the handwriting is extremely immature, and the engraving is also very poor, just like the handwriting on the wooden boards placed on the wooden platform in the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, it may not necessarily be written by the same child, because there also appeared " Peace" two words.

Er Ping An Li, Ping An Ping An, should be the name of this child, and this child... what is the relationship with Si Jixia?
Dong Nuan looked at Si Jixia's back who was busy pulling weeds, and there was a look in his eyes, or what was his relationship with that small courtyard and this grave?
Si Jixia seemed to be only focused on pulling weeds and didn't notice Dong Nuangu's eyes at all, and didn't even care about what she was thinking. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be only pulling out the weeds on and around the grave, and after a while, Dongnuan saw that his fingers were cut with small red marks by the tough grass.

This place should be his final destination after traveling thousands of miles from Nanling, and he pulled up the weeds so hard, presumably he should have a deep relationship with the person lying in this tomb, otherwise it would not be worth it for him to come all the way And so indifferent to his only hand.

Seeing that there were more and more small red marks on Si Jixia's fingers, Dongnuan untied the cloak on his shoulders and put it on the grass beside him, and knelt down beside Si Jixia to help him pull out the wild grass.

When Dong Nuan was squatting down to pull up the first weeds, Si Jixia turned his head and looked up at her, his eyes filled with astonishment and shock, as if he couldn't believe that she would do this, and then he saw him as black as the ink-colored sky There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "It will hurt Miss Ah Nuan's hand, and Miss Ah Nuan is just waiting for me."

Dong Nuan ignored him, and didn't even look at him. Instead, he sped up the speed of his hands and quickly pulled the weeds in front of him. The rough grass rubbed against his palms and fingers like caressing bamboo strips, cutting She felt a burning pain in her palm and fingers, but she didn't mean to stop to rest or to sit aside and wait. It's not that she likes to meddle in other people's affairs, but she thinks it's okay to help him, after all, he only has one What would he do if his only hand was injured?
Si Jixia didn't speak any more, and he didn't watch Dongnuan anymore. He just regretted why he didn't bring a sickle with him when he came out of the small courtyard. If he couldn't use it, it didn't mean she couldn't use it. He only had one hand, but she didn't. There are two intact and delicate hands.

But at this moment, those intact and delicate hands are helping him pull out the weeds that will hurt her delicate hands. He feels happy, but also feels distressed, watching her become more and more red, and even the weeds are about to wear out her palms and fingers He regretted more and more why he didn't bring the sickle, even if she didn't know how to use it, he could use it himself, but he looked too ugly when he used the sickle, but what's the matter?No one would care whether he was beautiful or ugly, and no one would care about him, and so would she.

Dongnuan didn't know how long she squatted there pulling out weeds, until Si Jixia called her and said it was ok, and she realized that her palms were so red that they could ooze blood, and there were small cuts on her fingers. However, she didn't care about it at all. Instead, she smiled at Si Jixia, put her hands on her knees and stood up.

She didn't know how hard Si Jixia's heart was twisting and beating at that moment, Si Jixia didn't even dare to look at her, said "thank you", then opened the bag he brought, and waited for him Opening the bag, Dongnuan discovered that it contained incense, candles, money, paper, fruit and wine.

I saw that Si Jixia arranged these things one by one in front of the grave, lit candles, knelt down in front of the grave, burned three sticks of incense, and knelt there for a long time without getting up, Dongnuan just stood aside and watched He didn't mean to disturb him or ask him to explain anything.

He never said a few words to her, let alone explaining anything to her, he would not explain to her why he was the son of King Yi's mansion but why he lived in Jiyao, he would not explain to her why the mansion Even the servants dare to point and point at him in front of him, and he will not explain to her why he came here and what is the relationship with this tomb.

And she didn't mean to ask him any questions, just like he never asked her any questions, since he didn't want to say or explain, so what if she asked, he said what he wanted to say, and he didn't say anything. It doesn't matter, she doesn't mind even if they have always been a nominal couple who respect each other as guests.

Si Jixia just knelt quietly facing the grave. After a while, he picked up a piece of paper money, lit it on the candle and put it on the ground, then quickly picked up a few paper money from the pile of paper money piled beside him The fire would not let the fire go out, and after he was sure that the small fire would not go out, he slowly threw the paper money into the fire one by one.

He kept kneeling on the ground, and the wind blew and brought the burned ash of paper money to him, sticking to his expression cloak like snowflakes all over his body.

"This is my father." Just when Dong Nuan thought that Si Jixia would be so silent that he would not say a word to her, he only heard him speak lightly, the voice was very soft, and the next moment it was blowing with the wind, Dissipated in the wind, "Today is his memorial day."

Si Jixia's voice was neither warm nor fluctuating, but Dong Nuangu's heart trembled suddenly. He glanced at the wooden plaque standing in front of the grave in shock, and then fixed his gaze on Si Jixia.

(End of this chapter)