"What is this?" Mrs. Sun wouldn't think that this box of purple incense was an ordinary thing.
"This is asking for divine incense," Qi Yan took out nine incense sticks and put them in his hands, and said to Mrs. Sun, "If you take a ray of merit and sacrifice it to them, you can only make ninety-nine-eighty-one incense sticks." Qi Yan inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, "It is said that this kind of incense can help people ask about heaven and earth, yin and yang, and past and present lives, but..."
Qi Yan retracted his hand: "Legends are legends, and they have only one real use, to draw the love in the owner's heart and find the person he wants to find." Qi Yan handed three incense sticks to Mrs. Sun, "This incense has a The characteristic is that it helps the most good people, the most virtuous people, the most benevolent people, and if there are those who are not right, it is the most common incense."
With the help of these three incense sticks, Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "Although this old lady has no power in her life, at least... I have a clear conscience."
"What a clear conscience," Qi Yan smiled. "It's because the old lady has such a heart that I dare to take out this incense. If other people come, I will be reluctant to give up such a good thing."
"Thank you Master Qi for your compliment," Mrs. Sun smiled beautifully, "I don't know what I need to do?"
Qi Yan lit a red candle and lit the remaining three incense sticks. He turned to Mrs. Sun and said, "Light the incense first."
The nine sticks of incense were lit, and the room was quickly shrouded in smoke. Qi Yan held Mrs. Sun's hand. Her skin was flabby and lost its elasticity, like a dead tree that was about to grow old, barely maintaining a straight posture It's just, it's already getting old inside.
Qi Yan cut his finger and drew a talisman on the old lady's palm, "Old lady, call her by her name."
"Qin Feng."
This friend of Mrs. Sun is called Qin Feng, a very beautiful and lively young woman.
Qi Yan let go of the old lady's hand, and as the old lady Sun's voice grew hoarse and hoarse, the smoke in the house dissipated little by little, and the nine incense sticks burned away, leaving only a speck of ashes.
"Master Qi, have you found her?" Mrs. Sun's voice was hoarse, and Qi Yan poured her a glass of water.
"found it."
"Where is she?" Grandma Sun put down the cup and grabbed Qi Yan's sleeve, "Where is she?"
"She's in the imperial capital," Qi Yan forced a smile, "do you want me to take you to see her?"
Mrs. Sun's complexion changed greatly, and she nodded after a while: "Okay."
Mrs. Sun was originally close to the Cen family, so after Dad Cen told him about it a few days ago, he agreed to help. In fact, after seeing Mrs. Sun's face, he even thought that the person that Mrs. Sun asked for was already separated by yin and yang.
But appearance is not everything, he is willing to use the incense again for this old lady.
Grandma Sun was eighty-eight years old. If Qin Feng, who was two years older than her, was still alive, she would be ninety years old now.
How many people in the world can cross the threshold of ninety years old
Taining Mountain is the location of the famous cemetery of the emperor, because here are buried countless heroes who died in the line of duty, heroes who died in the service of justice, and big figures who made great contributions to the country, so many people come here almost every day to pay their respects. Bye, even if these people may have nothing to do with the dead here sleeping.
Qi Yan took Mrs. Sun to a tomb. The tomb was a few years old. Although it was kept clean, it could be seen from the color of the tombstone that the people in the cemetery had been dead for decades.
Madam Sun put on her reading glasses and stroked the black and white photo on the tombstone with trembling hands, tears welling up in her aged eyes.
"Ms. Qin Feng, it's been... 65 years since she passed away," Qi Yan felt a bit uncomfortable in her throat. "On the day of her wedding, a fire broke out in the building, and she rescued three children..."
"Sixty-five years! Sixty-five years!"
This elegant old man finally collapsed at this moment, holding the tombstone and crying.
"Qin Feng! We made an appointment to meet. You missed the appointment, and so did I..."
Madam Sun cried so hard that she lost her strength, but when the bodyguard was about to help her up, she pushed the bodyguard away, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the weathered tombstone: "We haven't seen each other in sixty-eight years. , I didn't expect goodbye to be here."
"You still look so young, but I'm old. I don't know if I'm underground. When you see me, will you recognize me?" Mrs. Sun wiped the tombstone and saw a weed next to the tombstone. Except, "You always say I'm stupid, but you're more stupid than me."
She sat on the ground, regardless of whether the dust stained her cheongsam, or whether she was elegant or not at this time, "old sister, this is the last time I will see you."
"I'm old, and I don't have a few years to live."
"If you haven't had time to be reincarnated, wait for me below. Let's go to reincarnation together and be a pair of good sisters in the next life."
"Forget it, it's better to be reincarnated. It's so cold if you stay down there alone, I can't bear it, I can't bear it."
Mrs. Sun took off her reading glasses and wiped the corners of her eyes: "I don't wear glasses, and I can't even see what your picture looks like. You won't laugh at me, will you?"
The only answer to her was the breeze in the mountains and the cold tombstone.
"Lady Sun, the weather is cold," Qi Yan squatted beside Mrs. Sun, "Let's go back."
"Let me take a second look at her," Mrs. Sun rubbed the photo on the tombstone gently, "this is the last time I see her, so I have to look carefully, lest I have a bad memory and forget her. already."
"Then I'll accompany you here," Qi Yan took off his coat, put it on Mrs. Sun, and sat cross-legged on the spot, actually sitting next to Mrs. Sun.
Mrs. Sun touched the coat on her body, and a smile appeared on her face: "You are such an interesting child, you must be very interesting to girls."
Qi Yan smiled indifferently: "I can make Bai He like it."
There was a trace of confusion on the old face of the old lady Sun: "Yes, as long as the other party likes it, child, you are a sensible person."
"I don't understand what same-sex love is like. Even my husband and I have always respected more than love. In this life, I lived for my husband and for my children. Looking back now, the really happy years, It's only the twenty years before she got married."
"Shh," Mrs. Sun put her finger to her mouth to compare, "I said this today, you can forget it tomorrow."
Qi Yan shook his head: "I'm a robot with poor memory. Please tell the beautiful lady casually. I turned my head and forgot."
"It's so nice, you're such a nice kid, more liked than my two grandchildren," Grandma Sun leaned against her friend's tombstone and smiled like an innocent girl, "When I married into the Sun family, I was only twenty years old. Years of age, words and deeds represent the face of the mother's family, the face of the husband's family, what kind of love, in a family like ours, it is a joke."
"Women..." Old lady Sun's cheeks touched the cold tombstone, as if she had found some kind of support, "I have had too much unwillingness and too much helplessness in my life, and now, I am just the grandson of others. Just an old lady."
"I really envy you kids now, you can choose your own path and be yourself," Mrs. Sun patted the back of Qi Yan's hand, "have a good life with that kid Bo He, you are all good kids. Love is all you need. Be together, separate if you don’t love each other, and don’t embarrass each other.”
"I see, thank you." Qi Yan thought, although this hand is extremely old, it is still so soft inside.
"Let's go." Mrs. Sun reluctantly touched the tombstone for the last time, "I changed it back."
"Have you stopped looking?" Qi Yan saw the reluctance in the old man's eyes, "I can accompany you for a while."
"No need," Mrs. Sun smiled and shook her head, "I've already kept all this in my heart."
Grandma Sun returned to her home abroad. Ten days later, a lawyer found Qi Yan.
"Mr. Qi, Mrs. Sun has passed away."
Qi Yan was stunned for a while, looking at the large envelope that the lawyer handed to him. The envelope was very old in style, with a khaki-colored outer shell, without the slightest fancy design, with a few graceful words written on it.
The content of the word is: Qi Yan personally opened.
"Mrs. Sun deliberately left a will saying that she left the villa in the imperial capital to you as revenge for you to help her find her," the lawyer took out a certificate and a mahogany box.
"This is her wedding present for you."
Qi Yan opened the box, there was a pair of jade beads men's bracelets, and on the box was a note with the words "Hundred Years of Happiness" written on it, and the handwriting was exactly the same as that on the envelope.
"If you confirm it is correct, please sign it."
Qi Yan signed the document silently, and then sent the secretary away.
Holding the envelope, Qi Yan returned to the study and opened the envelope with a paper cutter.
There were several photos in the envelope. The two young girls in the photos were very beautiful, and their smiling eyes were like stars in the sky. Qi Yan put down the photos and read the letter.
The letter was very long, like an old man muttering to himself, and like a young girl telling him a story.
She said thank him for putting the coat on her, something her husband had never done to her.
She said that she was very happy that she could finally see her old sister.
She said, I wish him happiness and happiness, and grow old.
Qi Yan felt like an unrelated passerby who had visited other people's lives, but at the end of the day, he had no intention of making this person's life complete in some sense.
The letter was signed with He Chanjuan, the name of Mrs. Sun.
moon.
Nung, moon and new moon.
It's a beautiful name.
At least, he remembered the name of this lady.
Getting up and finding a large wooden box, Qi Yan put the letters, photos, and the will into it.
When picking up the red note, Qi Yan said thank you.
People in the world come and go, some people are strangers all their lives, some people meet and miss them, and some people stay together for a lifetime.
But no one cared what they were called, whether they were happy, whether they were doing well, except themselves, and the people who valued them.
Everyone is too busy, too busy to care about others.
It's not a bad thing to have a trace of kindness in your heart. Maybe you don't know one day, this trace of kindness will warm someone's life.
With the lid on the box, Qi Yan smiled.
May you be like sisters in the next life, close and friendly and not separated.