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Chapter two hundred and four worship

"We'll know when we get there!" Su Wenqing still didn't say anything, but closed her eyes to rest.

He didn't know what was in the carriage behind him, Su Yizhao speculated in his mind, and then discovered that the direction of the carriage was actually Nancheng.

After leaving the city gate, the carriage drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Su Wenqing's face was solemn. Although there were times in the past when he didn't like to talk, it was not as solemn and dignified as he was now.

Su Yizhao opened the curtain and found that the direction of the carriage was gradually becoming more remote.

There were trees and yellow weeds along the way. It had not rained for several days. The loess road was crushed by the passing wheels, raising dust all over the sky.

Further forward, the road gradually narrowed, the weeds on the roadside were beaten to the ground by the frost, and pedestrians passed by in twos and threes until they could no longer be seen.

Su Yizhao felt a little stupid when he couldn't tell where he was going.

Although I have never actually been here, I have heard of it from people.

Going forward from here, isn't it the Shiliting Pavilion?

What is Shiliting? As I mentioned before, it is a cemetery, and a little further ahead are mass graves.

The carriage drove for about another quarter of an hour and finally arrived at its destination.

Su Yizhao got off the carriage and saw a desolate scene in front of him.

It was already full of daylight, the surroundings were filled with mist, and the tombs in front stood at the foot of the mountain. The surroundings were silent, making it seem sad and strange.

"Follow me!" Su Wenqing asked Uncle Zhong to wait for them next to the carriage, and then took the lead carrying the cloth bag and food box.

Su Yizhao walked carefully on the narrow path with dead grass covering his feet.

The dew in the late autumn morning wetted the uppers of her white boots. When she stepped on the withered grass, grass clippings soon became attached to the soles of her shoes.

It must have been because the carriage couldn't get in, so he started walking on foot. Su Yizhao saw that Su Wenqing was not in a good mood today, so he didn't say anything more.

Su Wenqing walked without saying a word, and the two of them walked for about a cup of tea before stopping.

Here is a mountain col, along the winding path, finally arrived at the destination.

Su Yizhao looked back and found that this place was already a dense forest. If she went back the way she came, she would probably get lost.

Turning to look ahead, I found two simple tombs very close to each other.

The area is very clean and weeds have been cleared around.

The tombstone is just two wooden boards with no words engraved on them.

Su Yizhao was surprised. Even if there were no descendants, wouldn't there be other relatives? At least a name should be engraved on it, right?

If it is inserted like this, it will only be a nameless lonely grave!

Without saying a word, Su Wenqing took out incense candles, paper money, oranges and other items from the cloth bag.

Su Yizhao had just guessed that there were tributes inside, so he was not surprised.

He didn't speak until Su Wenqing took out the last roast chicken from the food box and put it on the plate.

"Light the incense candle!"

Su Yizhao immediately picked up the huozhezi and lit two pairs of incense candles.

Su Wenqing took the lead in kowtowing to the two tombs, and then poured wine in front of one of the tombs.

He stared silently, and Su Yizhao carefully observed his profile, trying to find something from it.

"Come and kowtow!" Su Wenqing still didn't explain much and said to Su Yizhao after standing up.

...I didn’t know whose tomb it was, so I asked him to kowtow.

However, Su Yizhao felt that the deceased was older and there was nothing wrong with kowtow. After kowtowing respectfully in front of the two tombs, Su Wenqing signaled him to kneel down and burn paper money for a while.

"This is my father's best friend, and that is his first wife." After a long while, Su Wenqing explained.

"Then why not engrave it?" Su Yizhao couldn't help but ask.

"Wait for their descendants to engrave it!" Su Wenqing's voice was choked with sobs.

Su Yizhao turned around and glanced in surprise, "What about their descendants?"

Su Wenqing was stunned for a moment and then said: "I don't know where I'm going!"

Su Yizhao didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, there was a reason not to engrave it, right?

After the paper money was burned, Su Wenqing said to Su Yizhao: "You go down first, my father will be here soon!"

Su Yizhao could understand that he probably had something to say, but he didn't want him to know.

She turned around and walked slowly in the direction she came in, walking very slowly, waiting for Su Wenqing to catch up.

Su Wenqing wiped the two broken pieces of stele wood with a handkerchief, and murmured: "Wait a little longer! It's not yet time."

Su Wenqing quickly followed. After the two got on the carriage, Su Yizhao raised his eyes and looked at Su Wenqing, who was in a depressed mood, but hesitated to speak.

After waiting for a moment, Su Yizhao said: "Father, why haven't you visited my aunt after all these years?"

This was the first time she asked. Before, she thought that her father might have forgotten the mother and daughter, so she didn't want to ask more questions.

But how did Su Wenqing and the others know her date of birth?

Su Wenqing was stunned by Su Yizhao's question, and then said: "Actually, my father has no idea that your aunt gave birth to you."

Then Su Wenqing began to tell how he met Wen Yu. In fact, the story was very vulgar.

Back then, Su Wenqing was forced by her family to take the scientific examination and returned to her ancestral home.

It happened that Wen Yu's family was in decline at that time, so he lived outside, was deceived, and was sold to Ren Yazi.

Wen Yu is so good-looking! That man Ya Zi wants to sell her to a brothel, how can Wen Yu be willing to do so?

So while Ren Yazi was taking a nap, he ran out.

After Ren Yazi found out, he chased Shanlai with his thugs, and happened to meet Su Wenqing in Fangshi. What happened next was definitely a hero saving the beauty.

He redeemed Wen Yu's body, but because the old man's discipline was strict during his execution, he did not dare to take him back to the mansion. So he bought another small yard and placed it outside.

The two have been together for more than a month. They were originally in love with each other and their life was very sweet.

But who would have expected that one day Wen Yu learned from Su Wenqing that he was married, so he started to make a fuss.

"Your aunt had a strong temper and had a big quarrel with me. I was also angry at the time, so I didn't go to see her for several days, thinking that she would be a little angry and her anger would subside after a few days. But after a few days,

When I returned to the courtyard, I found that the building was already empty."

Su Wenqing sighed as she spoke, "How did I know that she was pregnant? There has been no news about her since then. Who would have thought that she was pregnant and arrived in Jiangnan with only some money?"

Su Yizhao understood, so Wen Yu left and Su Wenqing stopped looking.

It is not easy to find someone, and as time goes by, Su Wenqing may have forgotten Wen Yu, after all, the time we have been together is still short.

"Then how did you know where my aunt and I are?" Su Yizhao asked.

"Of course it was her letter to me. At that time, her health was deteriorating. Perhaps she thought that she would die soon and leave you to suffer alone in the world, so she wrote to me to inform me of your situation."

Then Su Wenqing was filled with emotion, saying that Wen Yu had such a twisted temper that she had not been able to forgive him for so many years.

If she hadn't died of illness, she probably wouldn't have told Su Wenqing that he had a son living outside.


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