Mu Ming was taken to a cemetery, which is not far from Tai Academy. There are many people buried here, and there are not many people coming and going here, and it seems very deserted because most of them are buried in the family.

Luofengpo!

From a distance, I saw these words written on a broken stone tablet, with desolation and desolation, no vitality, and a few wild grasses grew tenaciously, but they seemed more lonely.

There were a few black crows croaking and flew away when they saw someone coming. They were obviously afraid of strangers.

Mu Ming's family of three came next to several graves, with weeds growing, which seemed particularly sad. The monk also came today, and heard that several people came here, so he followed him.

Mrs. Zhang lit the incense candle, inserted it into the incense burner, and placed the tribute offerings in the bamboo basket. At this time, the crows flew back again.

Mu Ming glanced at him and the crows fell to the ground, and then he left them crazy.

Mr. Zhang's emotions fluctuated a little, and his eyes were a little wet.

"The ancestors are here, and today the unfilial son Zhang Mengqiu came to knock on his ancestors!" After that, he knelt down and began to kneel three times and nine times to perform the great ceremony.

Mu Ming and Mrs. Zhang also bowed and looked a little solemn.

Mr. Zhang personally ignited the paper money, and the strong wind blew, forming a small tornado, taking away the ashes.

Mu Ming was pulling weeds while Mrs. Zhang silently knelt in front of the grave with Mr. Zhang, saying no, but just looking at the graves.

The monk recited the scriptures aside, as if he was experiencing it, and finally said: "A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, so donors don't need to be too sad!"

Mr. Zhang nodded, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Recalling the decline of the Zhang family, my father's lineage was not even qualified to enter the ancestral hall. In a fit of anger, I moved all their cemeteries here, hoping that they would not blame me!"

The monk was silent. He was wondering why the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb appeared in Luofengpo, but now he knew the reason.

"That's after that time, I was a break with the Zhang family and I never interacted with each other from now on!" Mrs. Zhang sighed lightly, obviously she knew these things.

Mu Ming knew these things because his uncle said that Mu Ming was in a heavy mood, but he didn't know how to express it, and just silently weeding.

"I think the Feng Shui here is also very good. The word "Falling Phoenix" has a bad meaning. The place where the phoenix falls is also suitable for burying people, but it is a bit unlucky for the living!"

The monk looked at the stone tablet in the distance, and his eyes were somewhat profound.

"What the master said is not bad. I came here that day for this purpose. This is an ominous place for the living, but it is different for the dead. The most important point is that I don't want those who separate families to deliberately make things difficult for my ancestors when worshiping ancestors and let them enjoy the remaining soup. Although they are all family members,... after all, there are still differences!" Mr. Zhang's eyes were a little tired. These words were hidden in his heart for a long time, and he said, "Even if those people hate me, they will not come here. It's very unlucky. They will definitely not come back, so it's rare to be quiet here!"

The last sentence was the key to his choice here. Mrs. Zhang walked up and gently held his arm. The two looked at each other, obviously both understood what each other meant.

The famous wooden generals sprinkled some of the wine from the offerings to the ground, and then cut the cold pork into pieces and put them in a distance. At this time, the crows flew with their wings to grab food.

The wooden name untied a piece of jade pendant on his waist and bought it into the black soil in front of the grave. Suddenly, countless insects and ants ran out and no longer approached these graves.

"A man dies like a lamp that goes out. I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but I have awe. I hope that my ancestors and ancestors will be peaceful and peaceful in another world, don't worry about us!" Mr. Zhang raised his wine glass, sprinkled half of the wine, drank half of it himself, and then silent again.

The monk started reciting the scriptures at this time, and there was a sound echoing in the dark, like the comfort of the dead, allowing the living to let go!

After a long time, everyone left, and the place became cold again, but there was some anger. The incense and candles were still burning, and the crows also flew away, making it a little different here.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth!

As the sky fell, the moonlight fell, the Zhang Mansion became quiet, and everything seemed to fall asleep quietly except for the few cicadas in the pond and the croaking frogs without hibernation.

Mu Ming opened his eyes from his sleep, and the candlelight in the house was still burning. This was a habit. Mu Ming stood up and quietly put on his clothes. The previous set of Mrs. Zhang's clothes were folded by Mu Ming and placed beside the bed.

Wooden Ming took out a mirror from her cuffs, and it was covered with cracks. However, as Wooden Ming blew out in one breath, the mirror became brighter, and the original stone seemed to fade away and became extremely smooth.

Mu Ming didn't say anything, just sighed lightly, then gently opened the door and walked out of the room.

The candlelight inside the room was blown by the wind outside the door and began to sway, but when the candlelight returned to its previous tranquility, Mu Ming returned to the house, and a figure lay on the bed.

Looking at the figure, under the reflection of the candlelight, Mu Ming saw his own shadow.

Mu Ming left again, but there was a mouthful of gourd around his waist.

Li Qin was originally asleep, but suddenly woke up. There were candles in her room, and she seemed to be afraid of the darkness.

She slowly got up, opened the window, and the wind blew in, and she couldn't help but tremble, but went to the roof in the distance.

Although there was nothing there, she always felt something, so she just watched it. She just watched it for about half an hour, and finally a warm wind blew. She felt like she was going to fall asleep, but she forced herself to sleep, but she fell asleep in the end.

The window closed on its own and was brought with it by a gust of wind.

Mu Ming stood on the roof in the distance, with frost forming between his eyebrows, but Mu Ming seemed to be unaware of it.

"Take care! Forget each other... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to listen to you. I think... it must be very nice, that's the sound I've fantasized about."

The name of the wood spoke and left a sentence, but it was drowned in the darkness.

Finally, I took a deep look at the window. There were candles burning in the room and light on the window. But the people in the room fell asleep.

Mu Ming returned to Zhang's mansion and stopped outside the mansion. The leaves of the old apricot tree fell out. Countless fallen leaves were swept to the roots by the servants, and they were piled up very high. The wood name was touched and sad inexplicably.

Falling leaves...return to the roots!

Mu Ming stood outside the house of Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang, bowing silently, silently, but his eyes were blurred and his tears were choked.

The monk was meditating, but he slowly opened his eyes and just shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Zhang closed her eyes tightly, but tears rolled down at the corners of her eyes. She bit her lips tightly, without any sound, for fear of waking up the person beside her pillow, and even more afraid of disturbing the child who was kneeling outside the house.

She doesn't understand many things, but she knows that what should come will come back in the end. She wants to force herself to stay, but as a mother, she will never be selfish and she will give up!

Even though the child who often appeared in front of her at that time had such a real look, as friendly as a piece of flesh falling from her body, she really wanted to have everything, but... what can I do?

Mr. Zhang seemed to have fallen asleep and snored slightly, but the snoring trembled slightly, and finally even the snoring disappeared.

Mu Ming stood up and returned to his house. Mu Ming walked to the bedside. A piece of radiant smoke flew out from his eyebrows, soft fluctuations, and fell into the figure on the bed.

The figure on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "What a strange dream, I dreamed of sleeping in a gourd and being able to fly to the sky and escape, huh... I forgot to turn off the light!"

But after saying that, there was a candle burning in the house. He looked at the door and the door was opened, but he was lost. "Why... I feel that the person in the dream will never appear..."

He did not turn off the lights or close the door, but just got out of his mind again, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, "What's wrong with me?"

But no one answered him. A warm wind blew, and he felt sleepy, so he lay down and fell asleep again.

As the sky gradually became clear, the Zhang Mansion returned to its usual rhythm. The servant began to clean the mansion and began to serve the master to wash. However, the servant was surprised that today, both the young master, the second wife, and the monk got up very early, especially the wife, whose eyes were red, as if she had encountered some sad things, but she didn't look like she was, but she seemed to be talking too much, and she always looked at the door, as if she was waiting for something.

But slowly, Mrs. Zhang returned to normal and took a deep breath, as if she had hidden all her thoughts.

The young master came to pay his respects early. The young master seemed to have talked a lot more. As soon as he met, he pulled the master's wife and kept talking, saying that he was dreaming that he had seen many people flying around, but the master's wife shook her head and then pamperedly stroked the master's little head.

But the servants were just surprised and didn't think much about it. The Zhang family was still the same as before. Only at this time, a servant from the Li family ran away and said that Miss Li Qin actually spoke!

This is a great joy!

The Li family was going to invite the Zhang family to the banquet, but the elder had to sigh: "In the end, I still asked someone else to invite him! It shouldn't be!"

On that day, the Li Mansion and Zhang Mansion had a meal together. The meal was not sumptuous, but it had a profound meaning. Because they were all home-cooked dishes, the two families seemed to be getting married. However, strangely, Zhang Ming and Li Qin did not say a word, as if the two were no longer as close as before.

The two of them often looked at each other, but they all saw strangers, just like... they had never seen this person before. Even though there was a shadow of each other in their notes and memories, today... they didn't want to talk. When they saw each other, they felt that the other person seemed to be not known to them, just like they had no soul!

Mrs. Li and Mrs. Li were very strange, and they thought they both knew what was going on and they were shy afterwards, but Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang were looking at each other and showed helplessness.

People are still different after all, but...what can you do?

The fallen leaves... will eventually return to their roots. This is Mrs. Zhang's words. Now when she thinks of this sentence, she feels deeply reluctant to leave.

At this moment, she felt like she had given up something, like cutting off a piece of flesh in her heart, which was very painful, so she couldn't help but choke up.

Mr. Zhang gently patted her shoulder, "Madam, let's go with the children's affairs, they can't help but be too old. Isn't that what the old saying says?"

Mr. Li also said: "Yes, ours are all experienced people, but they didn't think so at that time!"

Mrs. Li also said: "From the future, the family will always be able to live on both sides!" She also cried. After all, she wanted to marry her daughter, how could she bear to let it go?

Mrs. Zhang nodded, wiped her tears, nodded, and said, "Yes, I hope the children are all fine!"

Falling leaves will eventually return to their roots, but before finding their roots, fallen leaves are lonely.

At this time, the vast earth was filled with dry grass, which seemed to be lifeless. A person appeared among the dry grass, looking abrupt, like a falling leaves, unable to find his roots.

Mu Ming looked back at a certain direction in the imperial capital. After a long time, he turned his head and accidentally fell tears, falling silently on the dead grass. He mixed with the dew of this season and became ordinary. The difference is that the dew is no longer sweet, but more bitter.
Chapter completed!