Feng Wuli stopped the car and walked back. The smoke rising from the village made the distant mountains turn into shadows. A row of wild geese flew through the gap between the sunset and the mountains.

As evening approaches on the second day of the Lunar New Year, the women in the village carry baskets containing pork belly, tea, wine, rice, incense candles, plastic gold bowls, gold cups, and gold chopsticks and go out.

From your own home, you go all the way to the social altar, the ancestral home, various gods and goddesses, then to the ancestral hall, and then go back.

Some people saw Feng Wuli and found that they couldn't recognize whose cub it was, so they took a second look when they passed by him. Some people walked away and suddenly remembered that they were telling others who the cub was, and it was already so big.

Many people go to this road. Sometimes there will be a small statue on the side of the mountain wall or on the roadside. In front of it are filled with tributes, burned or half-burned candles and incense.

There is also a simple stone tablet with illegible words. The paper money burned to ashes in front of the stone tablet is floating towards the mountains under the sunset.

The woman muttered words while saluting the gods, and the sound of firecrackers sounded at different distances.

There are many customs and rituals in the south. People worship from the 30th of the New Year to the 6th day of the Lunar New Year.

Call it ignorance, but that's not necessarily the case. It's hard to say how much they themselves will believe. He remembered that his aunt was very annoyed by these things when he was a child, and she would nag her. But when he came back in recent years, he found that she was silently taking care of all these things, and she didn't see anything.

Believing is more like a kind of inheritance, a spiritual inheritance. They are telling the mountains that the descendants of those people are still here, telling the ancestors that their children can run, and telling the forest spirits that they have never forgotten them.

He had just walked to a small stone temple that was half a man tall. He said it was a temple. He used a very disrespectful but very appropriate name to describe the style of the small temple. It looked a bit like a doghouse.

Feng Wuli hissed loudly. There were many tributes and incense candles placed in front of this wild ceremony. The problem was that the vague stone statue of a woman in the temple actually had a familiar aura on it.

This made him couldn't help but look at the inscription on the side.

Good guy, why are you here, Aunt Wang?

Feng Wuli couldn't help but take a photo and sent it to Wang Xilou.

Feng Wuli: Pictures

Feng Wuli: Aunt Wang, look

Wang Xilou:/stay

Wang Xilou: Where did you see it?

Feng Wuli: Outside the village

Wang Xilou: Master doesn’t know either/I’m dumbfounded

Wang Xilou: No more talking, I’m busy!

Well, I don’t expect her to know much. This half-toned zombie has lived for so long that he doesn’t even know where someone has set up a longevity tablet. It’s not surprising that the longevity tablet has become a wild sacrifice in a mountain temple.

But what can she be busy with now?

Feng Wuli just silently changed Wang Xilou's note to Aunt Wang, and suddenly felt quite happy.

Before they returned to the village entrance, three crows came croaking under the night cover from a distance. Ordinary people would probably be frightened when they saw this scene, but Feng Wuli couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

One landed on his shoulder, one fluttered in the air, and another stepped directly on his head, causing him to shrink his neck and lean forward a few steps.

But he wasn't annoyed at all.

"I just came back and there are no peanuts on me yet," he said with a smile.

"We have it. We can give you two later."

"Where did you get the peanuts?"

"We borrowed it from a squirrel in the mountains. When we saw it going out, the three of us flew into its nest and borrowed a lot."

"But we left half of it. Master Yishan said that if we borrow the whole thing, it won't survive the winter and will die."

Feng Wuli couldn't help but ask: "Will you pay it back in the future?"

"Won't."

"That shouldn't be called borrowing, that would be called stealing."

"Really? That's just stealing." They don't have this concept.

"Want to go play in the mountains and ride a wooden dog?" said the crow on the shoulder.

They talk a lot and chatter.

"No."

Feng Wuliang recalled the experience of riding that big dog into the mountains with them when he was a child, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's like riding a dog and your crotch is ruined."

The three crows tilted their heads and stared with puzzled eyes.

"By the way, do you know what happened to Aunt Wang?" Feng Wuli asked them to look at the wild priest over there.

"Quaa?"

"Is she the woman who came back with you?"

Ah Huan, who was fluttering in the air, turned to look over there and said: "She came here six hundred years ago. At that time, there was a plague here and everyone was about to die. She asked Lord Shengqing to give him medicine and saved many people nearby.

Village, you humans built these mountain temples for her.”

The crow on the head also said: "But she didn't take the incense, and they all scattered before she took it."

Feng Wuli suddenly felt very interesting.

He knew that Wang Xilou had been here six hundred years ago, but he didn't know that she had also saved the people nearby and his ancestors.

Does that mean that if she hadn't come here or cared about this place, he wouldn't have existed?

Feng Wuli felt that he had a divine connection with Wang Xilou six hundred years ago. He saw her thin figure, her face was as calm as water, and she was far less vivid than she is now.

She was surrounded by villagers wearing linen clothes and with dull eyes. She didn't mind the mess. To avoid looting, she handed out the medicine one by one. Her face was cold, her hands were cold, and the medicine was cold. Only her heart was still there.

A little hot.

Perhaps when she handed the medicine to a ragged child, she didn't know that the child in front of her was actually her future apprentice, lover, or even the ancestor of her husband. At that moment, Feng Wuli was six hundred years in the future.

Zhong became entangled with her fate.

There is an inexplicable feeling of fate, as if she already belonged to him six hundred years ago.

This made Feng Wuli feel a little ashamed.

In other words, Wang Xilou's kindness to the human beings who thrive in this land is almost as great as Nuwa's kindness to the creation of human beings.

…

"It's so confusing!"

The little zombie excitedly pushed the cards, realized that he had lost his temper, coughed twice, looked at his second aunt, his third aunt and his unreasonable eldest cousin, and coughed twice again: "Good luck, good luck."

Several people laughed when they saw it.

"Let me see if there is any little husband this time."

"That must be impossible!"

The sound of playing mahjong could be heard in the yard, as well as the sounds of teasing and teasing.

When Feng Wuli came back, he saw this scene and his expression was astonished.

At the end of her life, "Nuwa" played mahjong with her people.

That Wang Xilou, who had a close friendship with her, who was compassionate and kind to save the world six hundred years ago, could no longer be connected with the man in front of her.

The uncle was smoking at the door, and Feng Wuli went over to talk to the old man.

"The younger sister in Xiaolou looks so much like her," the old man said curiously.

"Twins are like this. You can recognize them after seeing them a few times." That was impossible, and he still occasionally admits his mistakes.

It doesn't matter if he admits he was wrong.

"Yes, the little one also looks similar, exactly the same mold." He still sounded very curious.

Feng Wuli just laughed, "The two of them insist on coming over to play, causing trouble."

"Go! What are you talking about?" said my uncle, "I cleaned up my ancestral house for you this morning, just because I'm afraid you young people won't be used to sleeping in ravines."

"Won't."

They chatted for a while, and the little cousin poured him a bowl of soup from the kitchen and said that dinner would be served soon.

As night fell, the village could hear a few cock crows, mixed with the barking of dogs. The mountains were vast and the barking of dogs seemed to be heard reaching the mountains on the other side.

Sure enough, there was a barking response from the hilltop opposite, startling the birds in the night sky. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of firecrackers in the distance, very light and far away, like distracting thoughts beside the pillow.

My cousin and aunt were cooking. There were a lot of dishes during the Chinese New Year. Wang Xilou stopped playing mahjong, so he hurried over to help.

Feng Wuli leaned over to help, "Aunt Wang, I'm cooking."

Wang Xilou did not dare to speak and only stared at her with his eyes.

The aunt and cousin next to them looked at the two and smiled at each other.

The aunts asked Su Xiaoxin to go over and play mahjong with them, but since Su Xiaoxin knew how to play mahjong, Wang Xilou asked Chifu to teach her. Chifu took the task of teaching his future mother-in-law how to play mahjong extremely seriously.

The two of them looked like a mother and daughter when they sat together.

It's just that the Chifu mahjong technician was trained by Wang Xilou, and he was not in good luck. The tiles were even more fancy, like children stacking blocks. The two of them seemed to be studying the Bagua array seriously.

Feng Wuli felt inexplicably funny looking at it.
To be continued...