God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

After the two returned to their small house, they seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

They are probably used to being alone for a long time. The two of them have been under the same roof for more than half a month, and they only exchange a few words when they bump into each other occasionally.

Zhou Jingyan was extremely satisfied with this situation. Except for the poor environment, which was not as good as the air in the mountains, everything else was about the same. He didn't have to cook by himself or eat tasteless dishes from the master.

Following his usual practice, Zhou Jingyan meditated, loosened the soil for the flowers and plants in the backyard, squatted and watched the shrubs and flowers sprouting new buds, and heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling behind him. Neither of them spoke, as if they didn't notice each other.

"The day after tomorrow is Qingming Festival, and we are all going to Qingshan to sweep graves." After saying that, he returned to the house.

The Shen family has its own family cemetery, which is located halfway up Qingshan Mountain. The cemetery is much grander than the cemeteries we usually see, and they even hired people to guard and clean it. There is also a villa on the top of the mountain, and servants have already come to clean it in advance.

Grave sweeping can be regarded as a family activity of the Shen family. Almost like the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn festivals, it requires family action. Everyone in the Shen family must participate. This is also a good time for the collateral relatives of the Shen family to get close to everyone in the Shen family. . After all, if you're celebrating the Spring Festival or something, you can't come rashly if you don't have good connections, but common ancestors can be worshiped no matter whether you are poor or rich.

Shen Xinhong and his family took a car directly to the mountainside. After exchanging greetings with the Shen family members, drizzle started to fall in the sky.

The entire tomb sweeping seemed to have a fixed ritual. Shen Xinhong stood in front and led everyone to place flowers one by one in a certain order, bow, and then waved his hands. Mrs. Shen Zhu Fenglin helped her get into the car and go to the villa to rest first.

"You should go back and rest first." Shen Xiuyun's voice was particularly cold today.

"Then I ask Zhang Hao to accompany you?" Zhou Jingyan said, looking at Shen Xiuyun standing in front of his mother's grave in a daze.

Zhang Hao's father and Shen Xiuyun's mother grew up together, and Zhang Hao is also the person Shen Xiuyun trusts most. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is taciturn. At first glance, he looks capable and honest.

"He will be here soon, and my sister will be here soon. You should go back first." Shen Xiuyun issued an order to expel guests again.

Zhou Jingyan responded softly, left the umbrella with him, and walked quickly towards the villa on the mountain. Halfway through, I looked back and saw a man and a woman standing next to Shen Xiuyun. Judging from the figure, the woman should be her sister Shen Xiujing, whom she had met once. She was also dressed in black and holding an umbrella. The man seemed to have never been seen before. He was very tall, a head taller than Zhang Hao. He turned around and was talking to Shen Xiujing.

It was rainy during the Qingming Festival, and Mr. Shen was suffering from rheumatism, so he simply asked everyone to stay in the villa for one night.

Zhou Jingyan realized belatedly that she was embarrassed when she had to share a room with her husband. She went to the mountains at the age of seven and had no besties, no friends, and had never been in love. She had only slept in the same bed with her mother and sisters before she was 7 years old. Now she was suddenly asked to sleep with a man she had only known for less than a month, which made her feel a little embarrassed. He had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait for Shen Xiuyun to speak first to break the awkwardness.

Forget it, I'll still take care of this sick man. "Zhou Jingyan saw a trace of sadness on the man's back. A kind of indescribable loneliness that was isolated from the world. Most women in the world would probably feel soft-hearted after seeing it, although she was still afraid of him. So she dug out a bed from the cabinet. Spare quilts were spread on the floor.

"You sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor."

Shen Xiuyun finally turned around and coughed twice in a low voice, "No, you can sleep on the bed as well. The ground is cold. Please help me later."

Shen Xiujun pushed his wheelchair into the bathroom to wash up. Listening to the sound of running water, Zhou Jingyan suddenly had an idea: How should he take a shower and go to the toilet?

Before she could figure it out, Shen Xiuyun had already come out, raised his right hand, and said softly: "I'll lend you my shoulder. You don't have to use force, just lend it a hand."

Zhou Jingyan was awakened by slight vibrations and rapid breathing on the bed. She had very good eyesight and could notice something was wrong with Shen Xiujun without turning on the light.

Shen Xiujun closed his eyes, frowned, and there was a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, probably from a nightmare.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, wake up." She gently shook his arm.

"Mom, mom, mom, brother, no." She had to increase her strength. He was even ready to choke someone.

Under the influence of external forces, Shen Xiuyun finally woke up from the nightmare day after day. In the dream, the eldest brother, who was known as the dream lover of all the girls in City C, was sitting in the passenger seat, turning his head to tease him. He was 10 years old at the time and had a high fever, a bitter taste in his mouth and weakness in his body. There must have been heavy rain on the road and there were some bumps. He rested his head on his mother's lap, and her mother's hand gently stroked his forehead, comforting him softly; "Xiaojun, be good, you're almost at the hospital, and you won't feel uncomfortable in a while." There are some symptoms on his mother's body. The familiar aroma of grass and trees, this was the smell of his mother in his impression. The perfume made by his mother herself had the grassy and woody fragrance of bamboo leaves.

Then, then, there was a violent impact, and I vaguely heard the eldest brother's exclamation. His scent of grass and trees subconsciously pressed on him, and the last sound in this world was a muffled groan.