After my epilepsy, the entire entertainment industry shunned me like a snake or a scorpion.

When Meng Shuo said this, the butterfly that was originally circling in front of Meng Yi's monument seemed to be imbued with spirituality and flew towards him.

Meng Xiang stretched out her hand, but the butterfly did not land on her hand. Instead, it floated on Meng Shuo's shoulder and flew away without staying for too long.

"Uncle, maybe he has forgiven you."

Meng Xiang didn't know how to comfort Meng Shuo at this time, and could only stand quietly with him at the gate of the cemetery.

The drizzle was falling, soaking most of my shoulders.

The umbrella in his hand was always tilted towards Meng Xiang.

"When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. No matter how many grudges there are, they are now nothing more than an unreachable shadow." She advised gently.

Meng Xiang reached out to wipe the water droplets off Meng Shuo's shoulders. Meng Shuo pursed his lips tightly together, and his eyes looked into the distance without any focus.

If a person carries too many painful memories, he will collapse.

If Meng Yi had not been so persistent in going back many years to save Aunt Qing, the two brothers would not have come to the point of fighting each other, and perhaps everything could have a chance to be saved.

But there are not so many ifs in the world.

Meng Yi passed away without leaving any belongings. A fire burned everything down, leaving no trace of him.

Even the monument is a cenotaph.

Why did they end up like this, when they should have been the two closest people in the world?

Meng Shuo's voice sounded a little choked. He stood there for a long time without moving. The sound of rain outside covered up many noises.

For example, his strong nasal voice, or the heavy breathing...

"Ah Xiang, do you think I did something wrong? If I hadn't dissuaded him from doing so, he wouldn't have ended his life in such an extreme way."

Meng Shuo has been thinking a lot since he woke up.

He thought about stopping Meng Yi, but he never thought about letting him die.

The last blood relative he had in this world was gone.

Perhaps she understood the meaning of his words. After hesitating for a long time, Meng Xiang finally hugged Meng Shuo: "Uncle, you still have me."

She wrapped her arms around the man's thin waist, as if she was holding her most beloved huge doll. Because she was much lower than him, she could only stand on tiptoes with difficulty.

Meng Shuo was half-hugged by Meng Xiang, and murmured, "Tell me, why did he leave?"

The umbrella in Meng Shuo's hand had fallen into Meng Xiang's hands at some point.

She turned the direction of the umbrella, stretched out her arms, and tried her best to keep it level so that it could cover both of their bodies.

The rain is still falling and there is no sign of it letting up.

Meng Shuo refused, "It's useless, it's already wet."

This rain will never clear up again.

"Uncle, if the umbrella is tilted, someone will always get wet."

Meng Xiang persistently held the umbrella between herself and him.

"If we can get wet, we might as well get closer."

When an umbrella is tilted, someone will get caught in the rain...

Let's get closer...

Meng Shuo muttered to himself, repeating what Meng Xiang had just said to him.

Yes, with an umbrella tilted, there will always be someone in the rain.

Meng Yi is the same.

The two of them didn't know how long they stood there, so long that the rain stopped and the rain on Meng Shuo's shoulders dried up.

In the evening, the fiery clouds in the distance looked as red as blood, and also like the flames that shot up into the sky that day.

Meng Xiang put away the umbrella.

"Uncle, a wet coat will restrict your movements and make you sick, so take it off."

The warm orange sun shone on the side of his face, so delicate that it looked like a fake work of art.

The man unbuttoned his coat. The clothes had actually been almost dried by his body temperature and felt damp to the touch.

"It's time to take it off."

Maybe there was another meaning to his words, or maybe not.

Meng Xiang smiled, feeling relieved, even her breathing became much easier. She took the coat from Meng Shuo's hand.

"let's go."

The two silhouettes were gradually lengthened by the setting sun and went away...

From today on, every day will be a good day.

……

The last day of the third Tonghua Town Cultural Festival.

Yin Jiu, who was originally scheduled to return on the 5th, actually stayed here for nearly half a month.

When the village chief heard that Lu Cenyan had just recovered from a serious injury, he brought people over and delivered a bunch of things.

Wild deer antlers and ginseng, even many game species and horns and animal skins that had never been seen before were all presented like treasures.

As a child born and raised in the mountains, Yin Jiu naturally knew the value of these things.

Any of them are rare if you put them outside, especially the wild ones. Once you give them away, you may never find them again in your lifetime.

Everyone's attention to Lu Cenyan is beyond imagination.

"What else are you thinking about?"

Just after counting the things everyone had sent, Lu Cenyan came in after seeing off the guests and gently hugged Yin Jiu from behind.

Yin Jiu pushed him, turned around and pointed at the things he had placed on the tatami: "I was thinking, besides me and grandma, there are so many people who care about you and love you."

Lu Cenyan's life in the first few decades seemed glamorous, but once you experience the hardships, you will understand what it means to be miserable.

Now, he will not only have relatives, but also lovers, friends, and fans he has never met.

"Xiaojiu, let's go watch the fireworks tonight..."

Yin Tongyao, who was completely unaware of the situation, hurriedly ran in from outside. When she pushed the door open, she happened to see Lu Cenyan and Yin Jiu hugging each other.

She was forced to swallow the words before she could finish them.

"Uh... I... I took the wrong path..."

Yin Tongyao wanted to pretend nothing had happened and close the door and go out.

It seems that I must knock on the door next time I come in, otherwise I might see something I shouldn’t see and it would be embarrassing.

Yin Jiu poked his head out from behind Lu Cenyan: "Want to watch the fireworks tonight? We will go!"

If you count the time, tonight is the closing ceremony of the cultural festival.

Except for going to the opening ceremony on the third day by herself, she has been staying at home to help out these days.

Due to the large flow of customers, many stores were overwhelmed with orders and many tourists from other places had no place to stay. In the past few days, he had been discussing with the village chief and several leaders from above, which led to him neglecting Lu Cenyan.

Lu Cenyan always followed her, occasionally helping her with some odd but non-physical tasks.

I don’t know if it’s because the village chief is concerned about his physical condition and doesn’t dare to let him do anything else.

Time passed quickly and it was already night.

The closing ceremony was a hundred times more lively than the opening ceremony a few days ago.

Maybe everyone was there to join in the fun, and even in front of her house there were a lot of people coming to buy wine, with the line so long that it stretched to the end of the village.

Not to mention the village chief's cured pork ribs and other dishes, all of them were eaten up by the tourists.

Some people paid a higher price but still couldn't buy it, which made the village chief's wife wonder if there was a famine in other places.

Grandma brewed the wine for a whole year and sold it all in just a few hours.

The remaining wine has not been fully brewed yet, and many people are following the trend and want to buy some to join in the fun.

Even Jiang Zhou who stayed at Yin's house was a little surprised: "Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"