Rebirth: Life Optimization Panel

Chapter 163 Maybe I Can Really See For A Moment

The sky darkened completely.

After playing by the river for a while, the two headed home.

Jiang Chengwen carried her shoes, while Han Jing walked barefoot on the path in the field.

She walked slowly, imprinting the setting sun, and walked back home step by step.

This scene was also deeply imprinted in Jiang Chengwen's mind.

This silly girl will always be so silly.

But who made him like it.

……

After returning home, it is the daily rice washing and cooking, simple heating of two dishes, and a casual meal for dinner.

The two sat in the yard to enjoy the shade, the gentle lights shone on them, and the sound of insects at night came to their ears, as if urging them to fall asleep.

The evening wind is still cool.

A little later, the two washed their feet and went to bed.

Han Jing hugged him and slept on the bed, and she murmured, "Goofy..."

"what happened?"

Jiang Chengwen said something and patted him on the back lightly.

"I'll take you to meet Grandpa tomorrow." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen paused, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

"Ah."

Han Jing agreed softly, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Chengwen reached out to turn off the lights in the room.

The moonlight fell into the house along the window, sporadic, and it looked particularly beautiful.

"Good night."

There is a sound in the night, it is the chirping of insects and frogs, but there is no sound in the night, it is the voice from the heart.

A misty drizzle began to fall at night.

There is always rain in the rainy season, but it is a coincidence that today is the day.

Maybe God also felt a little dull today.

Although the rain was light, it continued until the next morning, and it never stopped.

Han Jing was carrying joss sticks, yellow paper and white wine, while Jiang Chengwen was holding a sickle.

The two went up the mountain.

The road was full of mud, and the soles of the shoes were covered with yellow mud, which also made the following road more and more slippery.

But for a moment, their hair was wet by the drizzle from the sky and the moisture from the mountains and forests.

"pat..."

The rubber shoes stepped in the puddle and splashed on the pant leg.

But neither of them cared.

After walking on such a muddy path for about a few minutes, I came to the foot of a mountain forest and walked up an old mountain road.

The smell of pine wood in the mountain forest is very good. The rainwater gathers on the pine needles and turns into large raindrops. It seems that the rain in the mountains is heavier than that outside.

"almost there."

Han Jing said a word, looked up and looked forward.

There is a path ahead, and two old pines stand in front of the path, as if clearing the path.

Han Jing paused and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jingshu Dong'ao: "Every year I come to this trail, there are weeds. This time, I feel that the weeds on the roadside have been pruned..."

Jiang Chengwen walked over with a sickle, glanced at the side of the road, and found that the weeds were all cut off by the sickle.

"Someone has been here." Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing opened her lips slightly and said, "I know who it is."

Nothing more than that person.

Jiang Chengwen probably guessed it too, but he didn't say much, just looked at her.

"Let's go."

"to make."

The two walked forward on the trail, and slowly a small hill appeared in their eyes.

A wooden stele stands in front of the hill.

The weeds on the hill had been cleared, and so had the surrounding area.

And in front of the stele, there are three paper cups, which should be left by the people who came before, for pouring wine.

Han Jing put the things down, glanced at them and said, "I haven't come back to take a look in the past few years..."

Of course Jiang Chengwen knew who she was talking about, he said, "Maybe he just wants to be filial."

"Grandpa probably doesn't want to see him very much."

Han Jing said: "In the past few years, only grandpa stayed in the country alone, and he never brought back a penny. Now let's talk about respect and filial piety."

She didn't want to make any comments either.

"Alright."

Han Jing said a word, and said: "Save the need to repair these weeds."

The drizzle hit their hair, flowing down the hair on the sideburns.

She took the yellow paper out of the bag.

Glancing at the paper cup in front of the tombstone, he reached out and picked it up and threw it away.

The three cups were rearranged.

He took out a lighter and lit the yellow paper. Fortunately, the rain wasn't heavy enough to extinguish the fire.

The yellow paper burned, and a little white smoke rose.

Han Jing separated the yellow papers one by one, and then slowly threw them into the fire.

"You come too." Han Jing said.

"it is good."

Jiang Chengwen and her squatted in front of the tombstone, separated the remaining yellow paper, and put several sheets inside.

Han Jing said: "After I went to Nancheng, I only came back every year during Qingming or holidays. At that time, I had to carry things and I had to carry a sickle. After I arrived, I started to clean up the weeds on the roadside and around here. long time."

Jiang Chengwen said, "Is there no one here except you?"

"Nothing."

Han Jing said: "Grandpa is an orphan, he was picked up by the grandfather in the mountains."

"But the grandpa is getting old. Grandpa passed away when he was twelve or thirteen years old. At that time, grandpa traveled all over the south of Yunnan by himself. Only then did he have a little family business, and later he married grandma. , and then pass it down, there will only be one person.”

"It's me in the back."

Han Jing said: "So these years, only I will come."

Jiang Chengwen asked: "Grandpa was left behind? Did you look for him after that?"

"I found it."

Han Jing added yellow paper inside and said, "But I couldn't find it. Later, my grandfather had bad legs and couldn't travel far, so I had to give up. This is also a regret for my grandfather during his lifetime."

"It's too difficult to find in this vast crowd." Jiang Chengwen muttered.

He looked at the tombstone that said Han Gongcaizheng's tomb, and Zaiyi also wrote his daughter-in-law Yanping and granddaughter Han Jingjingli.

There should be some filial men, that is, people who erected monuments, but most of them are sons, but there are very few daughter-in-laws who do not have the name of the son.

Han Jing followed his line of sight and said, "It stands to reason that the name of that person should be written on this stele. Grandpa had ordered before his death that his name should not be written, and if he wanted to write it, I could write mine. Saying that I am a granddaughter, according to the rules, you can’t just write me, so I added my mother’s name in front.”

"Yanping."

Han Jing said: "This is my mother's name. In the past, my grandpa said that my mother's characters were not well chosen. The characters Ping and Duckweed were bad and fragile. I didn't take it seriously when I was a child. Now that I think about it, this Words always feel like a metaphor.”

"It depends on how to interpret it."

Jiang Chengwen said: "Duckweed has no roots and nowhere to be stable, but if you think about it carefully, you may be born like duckweed, but the floating world is not peaceful?"

Han Jing smiled, shook her head, and said, "You always say something nice, and it feels like everything is coming together."

Jiang Chengwen said: "Think about it, whether it's your mother or grandpa, they will feel relieved to have such a sensible daughter and granddaughter."

"...Maybe."

Han Jing let out a long sigh of relief, and she took out the liquor from the bag.

Then pour the liquor into the three glasses one by one.

Then he took out three sticks of incense, aligned the incense heads, and lit the incense sticks on the yellow paper in front of him.

The joss stick burned, and a fire was slowly born.

When it was almost time, Han Jing stopped burning.

There was a little fire on the three sticks of incense, and Han Jing shook the incense in his hand.

Green smoke rose and went straight to the sky.

She stood in front of the tombstone, while Jiang Chengwen stepped back a little.

Then it's not something he can get involved in.

Han Jing held the three incense sticks in front of her body, bowed down three times, and then inserted the incense candles in front of the tombstone.

She just watched quietly.

Watching the three wisps of green smoke rising slowly, the yellow paper was still burning in front of the joss stick.

You have to wait until the yellow paper is burned before you can leave. This has always been the rule.

Han Jing glanced at it and saw that the fire was getting smaller and smaller. She picked up the wine glass in front of her and poured all the wine in it on the yellow paper until she had poured out all the wine in the three wine glasses.

"boom……"

The ashes-like yellow paper ignited again, but it didn't last long, and slowly went out.

Han Jing looked at the small mountain bag in front of her and said, "I never talked to you, Grandpa, because I knew you couldn't hear me."

"But this year is different, this year is better than ever before, and I am not alone anymore, so I want to bring him to meet you and let you know..."

"I have someone with me now."

"Grandpa, you don't have to worry about me anymore."

Jiang Chengwen who was standing behind paused when he heard this.

Han Jing smiled warmly and said nothing more.

Standing behind her, Jiang Chengwen saw the wind blowing her hair at the temples.

It's a pity that he can't stand with her at this moment.

The woman in front of her truly interpreted the four words 'independent from the world'.

White smoke rose from the ashes, turned into thick smoke and drifted in the direction of the wind.

Han Jing took a look and let out a long sigh of relief.

She turned around, looked at Jiang Chengwen and said, "Let's go."

"it is good."

Jiang Chengwen led Han Jing down the mountain with a sickle.

Untimely, the drizzle from the sky suddenly began to rain heavily, hitting the land with a splash.

The road was still muddy, but it was much easier than before.

However, the road has been a lot more boring.

Han Jing never said a word, and Jiang Chengwen was always paying attention to her and reminding her.

"Be careful with your feet."

"Ah."

The mountain road after the rain is not only muddy, but more importantly, the road is slippery. Sometimes you will fall if you don’t pay attention, and you are easy to sprain.

But no matter how much Jiang Chengwen paid attention, an accident still happened.

"Be careful!" Jiang Chengwen was startled.

On the next downhill, Han Jing slipped and fell.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengwen was quick and hugged her in time.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing's face was a little painful. She sat on the muddy floor and looked at the ankle of her left foot.

"It seems to be sprained." Han Jing gritted her teeth and said.

Jiang Chengwen looked at her ankle, but saw that it was red and showing signs of swelling.

He paused and said, "I'll carry you back."

Han Jing shook her head and said, "It's okay, I can still go."

"Stop being brave, come up!"

Jiang Chengwen stepped hard and carried her on his back.

Han Jing looked ugly and said, "It's really unnecessary."

Jiang Chengwen didn't say a word and ignored her words.

In the end, Han Jing couldn't hold back him, so she could only let Jiang Chengwen carry him on his back.

"Whoa..."

Heavy rain poured down on them.

Jiang Chengwen's hair was all wet, and so was Han Jing.

The rain fell down the top of his head, soaking in Jiang Chengwen's eyes, making it difficult for him to see the road in front of him clearly.

"Clap, clap."

The rubber shoes stepped in the puddles, splashing water one after another.

"Jiang Chengwen..."

Han Jing was a little worried and said, "Put me down."

Jiang Chengwen still didn't say anything, sometimes it's best not to discuss with her.

They walked down the mountain, and the road ahead became smoother.

I don't know where the sickle in my hand was thrown.

Now there is another thought in Jiang Chengwen's mind.

Come home quickly!

"Boom!!"

There was a thunderclap between the clouds.

Such heavy rain is really rare, but it is a coincidence that it came at this time.

And every step that Jiang Chengwen took after that became more and more difficult.

Han Jing pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Her back was cold, and the rain was hitting her body to make her feel even colder, but the back against Jiang Chengwen was so warm that she even forgot the heavy rain above her head for a certain moment.

She hooked him with her hands, moved closer to the back of Jiang Chengwen's neck, and blocked most of the rainwater for him.

The surrounding voices seemed to have stagnated at this moment, and she could only feel her and Jiang Chengwen's heartbeats.

It's that clear.

Han Jing pursed her lips, thinking in her heart, what kind of persistence is in the heart of this person who is behind her back.

Facts have proved that she did not trust the wrong person.

There is not only suffering in this world.

And she only needs a little, a little warmth is enough.

……

There was no danger along the way, and Jiang Chengwen arrived at home smoothly.

He was drenched all over, he took a towel when he entered the door, and put Han Jing by the window.

Han Jing's lips turned white, as if she was a little bit cold.

He reached out to grab Han Jing's clothes.

Han Jing stopped him and said, "Why?"

"Take off your clothes!" Jiang Chengwen said.

Han Jing glanced at him, a little confused.

"I……"

Jiang Chengwen paused, reacted, and said, "I'll go out."

"do not."

Jiang Chengwen paused, he was a little dazed.

Han Jing watched him turn and leave, but suddenly said: "Don't go out, help me brush my hair."

After a while, both of them had changed into clean clothes.

On the ground beside him was a pile of soaked clothes.

Jiang Chengwen wiped her wet hair with a towel in his hand, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Han Jing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "...It's much better."

"That's good." Jiang Chengwen agreed and continued to wipe her hair.

Han Jing sat on the bed with her back to him.

Listening to the sound of rain coming from outside the house, she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Dog."

"Ok?"

Han Jing shook her head and said, "You know, I never believe that the dead can hear what we say."

Jiang Chengwen paused and did not speak.

Han Jing didn't look back, and continued to talk.

"But for a moment today..."

"I think……"

"Grandpa may really be able to hear, or even see."

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Broken bowl~
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