I'm on duty in Yinshi

Chapter 660 Homecoming

night.

Under the bright street lights, two figures, one old and one young, walked by.

"Great-grandmother, it's cold today, why don't we go back earlier."

The one who spoke was a 15-year-old girl with bright eyes and white teeth, with a youthful beauty unique to this age.

She looked at the great-grandmother beside her. The old man was slightly bent, his silver hair was combed neatly, there were some age spots on his cheeks, and there was a faint scent of soap on his body, which was the most familiar smell in Zhuo Xiaomei's memory.

"It will be over soon."

The old man gently squeezed the girl's hand.

Lian Aifang is [-] years old this year, which is a very old age.

She has a habit that she has persisted for many years, that is, she must take a stroll along the Yunmeng River after dinner.A long time ago, she was accompanied by her son, daughter-in-law, later grandson, and now great-granddaughter.

"Uh... well."

Zhuo Xiaomei met her great-grandmother's kind eyes, and there was an indescribable persistence in her eyes.

Unable to resist the old baby in the family, she smiled and said: "I don't know what's going on today, and it's not a special day. Several surrounding villages are setting off firecrackers, and it's so strange from morning to night!"

Stepping on the red firecracker leather, looking around, spread all the way to the end of the line of sight.

Lian Aifang also noticed these things, but her mind was not on them. She turned her head to look at the Yunmeng River in the darkness, and the rushing water hit the rocks on the shore, making a crisp sound.

"Go home in a while, great-grandmother has something for you."

"What is it?"

"You'll know then."

"Oh, great-grandmother, you are so tantalizing."

Zhuo Xiaomei acted coquettishly, gently shaking Lian Aifang's arm.

Youth is sometimes synonymous with curiosity. When I hear that my great-grandmother has something for me, I feel itchy.

Just as the two were talking.

"Hi, may I ask where should Mu Wangshan go?"

Suddenly, a girl walked out of the shadows under the street lamps. She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she was dressed in a light blue jacket and skirt, which was quite retro.

"Twilight Mountain."

Lian Aifang narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the girl carefully, and then pointed her old hand tremblingly at the hill behind the house in the distance, and said softly, "There is a small road over there, you can see it by walking straight along the road."

"Thank you."

The girl was very polite, bowed her thanks, and disappeared into the darkness very quickly.

next moment.

"Great-grandmother, what are you talking about?"

Zhuo Xiaomei frowned, almost twisted into the word "mountain", and her tone was a little hasty and nervous: "Why did you mention Muwangshan so well, and... who were you talking to just now?"

When she said the last sentence, she couldn't help but look at the path in the distance, but it was pitch black and there was no one there.

It's no wonder that Zhuo Xiaomei was so nervous. Muwang Mountain is a special place for burials for the dead in Tianmen Village. In the middle of the night, she and her great-grandmother were the only ones on this road.
"Oh, nothing."

Lian Aifang's eyes were filled with thoughts, she patted the back of her great-granddaughter's hand as a sign of comfort, and immediately said: "Great-grandmother is a little tired, sister, let's go home."

"……All right."

Zhuo Xiaomei hesitated to speak, and finally helped the old man walk towards home.

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The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the bright moonlight shines on the winding mountain road.

Following the route in memory, Yang Xiaoying walked to the halfway up the mountain, raised her hand and opened the dense bushes in front of her, a clearing came into her sight, and her eyes were moistened unconsciously.

There were three tombstones in the open space, and the surrounding weeds protruded slightly. It was obvious that people often came here to take care of them.

"Father, mother, brother."

Yang Xiaoying came to the monument and knelt down, a talisman slipped from her cuff and turned into several bottles of rice wine and meat. "Yingzi is finally able to come back to see you. Calculate the time, it seems that 230 and five years have passed."

She smiled brightly.

A series of wine, Qin into the soil.

"In a blink of an eye, a long time has passed. Fortunately, everyone can go home now."

Yang Xiaoying set the dishes, chopsticks and meat, and said softly, "I don't know how you are doing now?"

The night wind blows the treetops and rustles.

"Yingzi, stop teasing your brother."

"Xiaoying, you are so old, why are you still following your brother like a follower, how should you marry in the future!"

"Yingzi, come over for dinner."

Zhang Zhang's smile seemed to flash before his eyes.

Yang Xiaoying closed her eyes slightly, all kinds of complicated thoughts settled down, and finally turned into a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.

It was the happiest time of her life.

In the hundreds of years of Yunmenghe ghosts, she did not lose herself under the heavy resentment, relying on the persistence brought by these precious memories.It's just reincarnation, the past is also passing away like a cloud of smoke, Yang Xiaoying has now looked away.

a while.

A large handful of soil suddenly flew up, and a new tombstone appeared out of thin air, and landed firmly in the soil, with the impressive words on it - [Yang Xiaoying's Tomb].

"People, always pay attention to returning a fallen leaf to its root."

Yang Xiaoying looked at her tombstone, smiled slightly, and said softly, "After this farewell, Yingzi will go to the underworld to reincarnate."

She is unaccompanied in this world, and the Styx problem is now resolved.When I came to visit my family again, the last bit of obsession in my heart disappeared, and there was no more worries.

It's time to start the next phase of your life.

On the other hand, the merits and virtues did clear away the evil desires in their bodies, making their souls complete again and meeting the conditions for reincarnation.

But this kind of completeness is only temporary, and the effects of some sequelae still exist. If you stay in the world for a long time, sooner or later your soul and body will not be able to hold on, and finally your soul will fly away!
after an hour.

"Father, mother, the child kowtowed to you."

Yang Xiaoying kowtowed three times, then got up and left.

Just a few steps away, she suddenly turned her head and smiled like a flower: "Brother, I'm leaving!"

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

Four tombstones remain here.

……

……

Push open the courtyard door.

Wang Wang Wang ~
A big white dog jumped up excitedly and circled around the two of them.

"You have to give me a break tonight."

Zhuo Xiaomei raised her right leg familiarly to push away the energetic big white dog, supported Lian Aifang, and reminded softly: "Great-grandmother, pay attention to the steps."

"kindness."

Lian Aifang looked back.

The big white dog, which had been raised for six or seven years, squatted under the steps and whimpered twice. It seemed to know something, and there were tears in its eyes.

"Go and rest."

Lian Aifang showed a kind smile and gently waved her palm to let Dabai go back to her nest.Dabai stared at the old man reluctantly for a few seconds, then returned to the kennel step by step.

Bright yellow lights in the house.

In the room, Lian Aifang took out an old but intact diary from the drawer and handed it to Zhuo Xiaomei, and said with a smile: "Aren't you always curious about my relationship with your great-grandfather?

"It's...all written in it."

"Great-grandfather!?"

The great-grandfather who was a soldier!

Hearing this, Zhuo Xiaomei's face was full of surprise, and she held the diary in the palm of her hand as if she had found a treasure. When she flipped her fingers, the handwriting on the page came into view, and the story of a hundred years ago seemed to echo in her ears.

"take it."

Lian Aifang sat by the bed and said a little tiredly: "Great-grandmother is going to rest."

"Okay, then you have a good rest."

"Tomorrow my parents will come over to see you."

The smile on Zhuo Xiao's eyebrows and mouth was like a bright flower, and he closed the door lightly and left.

Call ~
Lian Aifang breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the light by the bedside.

The moonlight is good tonight, even if there is no light, you can clearly see the furnishings in the house - gramophones, theater posters, red heart ropes, and more old black and white photos hanging on the walls.

In the photo are a man and a woman, both of them looked a little shy, but their hands were tightly held together.

There are many more photos like this.

From falling in love to getting married, it is quite well preserved.

In the end, Lian Aifang's eyes fixed on a photo.The woman sat on a chair, looked down at the baby in her arms, her face was full of happiness, and behind her stood a handsome man, holding her shoulders with both hands, smiling.

"Maybe, I can't wait for you."

Lian Aifang looked at the photo with complicated eyes.

She is dying!

In fact, when she saw that strange girl, namely Yang Xiaoying, Lian Aifang was already convinced of this, and she didn't have any fear of death in her heart. While time made her grow up, she also looked down on many things in the world.

However, there is still a bit of worry and regret that I can't let go of - I couldn't wait for my husband to come back.

Those who know a little bit about Lian Aifang, if they know about her regrets, will probably think it is a fantasy.Even Aifang's husband died within two years after she gave birth to the child, almost 90 years later.

But Lian Aifang has a feeling in her heart that he is still alive and has not left, and he is near the Yunmeng River, which is why she has been walking around the Yunmeng River every day for decades.

She never mentioned this to anyone.

Time passed quietly in memory.

I don't know if it's because the deadline is approaching, but Lian Aifang is not sleepy at all while lying on the bed, instead she is getting more and more energetic.

"Wang!"

The big white dog in the yard suddenly barked once or twice, and then fell silent again.

"Tread, step, step..."

Then, a burst of footsteps sounded outside the door.

Lian Aifang thought it was her great-granddaughter who came to look for her, but the sound of footsteps stopped at the door for a while.After a while, with a creak, the door opened, and when the moonlight shone gently on his face, Lian Aifang was already in tears.

Strange yet familiar young faces overlap in reality and memory.

Her husband, Zhuo Yong.

"Xiao Fang."

Seeing each other after nearly a hundred years.

In an instant, the softest part of Zhuo Yong's heart was touched, his eyes were red, he walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, looked at each other, carefully took Lian Aifang's hand, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

He was the last batch of ghosts.

At that time, he was only 28 years old.

"You've been away for too long, really too long." Lian Aifang stared at Zhuo Yong's face: "If it wasn't for these photos, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that as I get older, I might forget you."

There was a long silence.

Lian Aifang held his hand tightly, choked up and said, "I thought I would never see you again."

Zhuo Yong lowered his head, "I was mentally prepared, maybe I won't see you for the last time in this life." Then, he raised his head, crying and laughing: "Our mission is completed, completed..."

Because of the importance of Yunmenghe Ghost Creature, he couldn't reveal half of it to those closest to him.

"sorry."

"It's okay, I know."

The corners of Lian Aifang's mouth curled up, and she wiped away the tears she shed: "It's good that you come back."

"How are you doing?"

"Fortunately!"

Zhuo Yong laughed: "No one will go down now, we have completely solved the problem there."

Regarding the Yunmeng River ghost creature, it was probably a hard day.

The trinity of heaven, earth and man tends to be perfect, and the heinous monsters and ghosts will be sent down by the Great Wall as containers for evil spirits. What they have to do is to take care of these guys to avoid signs of being arrogant or making trouble.

Lian Aifang understood.

"Huaibao was exactly like you when he was young, so mischievous, and then..."

In the following time, it was Lian Aifang who was talking more, about their son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and finally Zhuo Xiaomei, the great-granddaughter, which was mostly commonplace.

As she was talking, Lian Aifang suddenly noticed something was wrong. She found that her spirit was in full swing, and her body became more relaxed. She seemed to realize something, and raised her hand, only to see that the palm of her hand was pale and transparent.

Look down again.

The old man closed his eyes with a happy smile on his lips.

"Let's go."

Zhuo Yong was still holding Lian Aifang's hand tightly, and said with a smile: "I asked before I came, you still have some days left in your Yinshou, we can live a two-person world down there, and we will go together when the time comes."

"Okay, listen to you."

Lian Aifang nodded happily.

After 84 years, he held her hand again.

The two walked out of the gate, and the big white dog in the yard lay down in front of the den, barked twice, and watched the two figures drift away.

For decades, time flies, the original small tile-roofed house has been rebuilt continuously, and finally turned into a four-story building. Many things are changing, but there are also some things that will never change.

With each step, Zhuo Yong's face also aged, and finally became full of white hair, an invisible road appeared under their feet, and disappeared after a while.

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the other side.

Yang Xiaoying went down the mountain and walked out of Tianmen Village along the concrete road.

She remembered that several nearby villages invited a circus performance, and many villagers went to watch it tonight.

Yang Xiaoying has watched drama a few times, but circus is rare, so she couldn't help being a little curious.

Of course, there is another point, there is a ghost messenger there, and after the performance is over, he will take everyone to the underworld.

After about 10 minutes.

Yang Xiaoying saw the tall colorful tent, the bright lights seeped out, and the Yunmeng River was not far away, and the enthusiastic cheers poured into the eardrums, so she hurriedly walked over.

Walking to the door, a man was talking to a small dog next to him with a cigarette in his hand.

Yang Xiaoying looked around, thinking that this person must be a ghost messenger, and said, "Hi, can I go in?"

"of course can."

Li Kui smiled and opened the door curtain: "Please come in."

"Thank you."

Yang Xiaoying nodded slightly and walked into the tent.

In an instant, the bright light shone on her face, and she couldn't help but have a different look in her eyes.

Hundreds of people sat in the auditorium.

In the center of the stage, a young man in a performance costume rode a black horse, galloping and jumping between mountains of knives with great agility like a man and a horse together, and even performed the kung fu of hiding in stirrups.

Only the sound of clanging swords can be heard, danger and excitement coexist, bringing the ultimate visual experience.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

There was a roar of applause from the audience.

Yang Xiaoying found a seat and sat down, applauding happily.

(End of this chapter)