Pear blossoms behind Qingming

After being silent for a long time, Qin Yuanxi pulled off the clothes next to her, and carefully covered the exposed white clothes. She didn't know if she was trying to bury something, or trying to escape something.

He rummaged through the cabinets for a while before he found an indigo robe and a cloak of the same color.

She dressed carefully, packed some things, and didn't ask Qi'an to follow her. She held up an oil-paper umbrella, put on a cloak hat that could cover half of her face, and went to a small cemetery nearby.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains.

The drizzle is like silk, weaving thousands of picture scrolls in this world of fireworks.

No one has seen Qin Yuanxi not wearing red clothes, and no one has seen Qin Yuanxi not wearing red clothes and covering most of her face with a cloak hat.

No one recognized him along the way, only occasionally someone noticed him because of his attire.

Qin Yuanxi walked to the small cemetery without haste, and found the grave she was looking for without any haste.

It was a lonely grave in a corner.

It is said to be a tomb, but if someone else comes, it is estimated that they will not think it is a tomb at a glance.

Because there are no tombstones.

Even lonely graves in the wilderness are rare without tombstones.

Qin Yuanxi didn't put away the umbrella, but just put it aside.

Committed to squatting down in front of that lonely small grave.

Take out the incense paper money from the basket in your hand, light it slowly, and burn it.

The rain didn't stop, it just changed from rain silk to rain mist, hazy, coating all the dirty and dirty with a pure camouflage.

The apricot blossoms rain on the clothes without getting wet.

The faint flame of the incense candle flickered a few times in the rain and fog, but did not go out.

Qin Yuanxi dripped a few drops of candle tears on the stone slab in front of the grave, put the joss stick on it, and started burning paper money.

If someone digs up this small tomb, he will find that it is not only a lonely tomb, but also an empty tomb.

Only Qin Yuanxi knew that there was a child sleeping inside.

A child of seven.

A child who died 20 years ago with nothing left.

Qin Yuanxi silently sent the paper money in his hand to the fire one by one. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he never let the fire burn too hot, as if he was afraid of frightening something fragile.

When there was no more paper money to send, Qin Yuanxi sat there silently, watching the fire that was gradually flourishing and then quickly weakened.

The fire is weak.

The fire is out.

Sparks went out.

Ember is cold.

Qin Yuanxi still watched.

The rain and fog also stopped.

Qin Yuanxi still watched.

Until the evening hours.

Candle tears had piled up on the stone slabs, and most of the ashes from burning the paper money had been blown away by the wind. The oiled paper umbrella that had been put aside was carried away two feet by the wind. Went for a while.

Qin Yuanxi's clothes were stained with mud.

He seemed to sigh, but also seemed to be relieved.

sunset.

He stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something thin and white on his shoulder.

I raised my hand and flicked it, and found that it was a few white petals.

Looking up, I saw a pear tree full of snow-white pear blossoms beside me.

It was only then that Qin Yuanxi remembered that there was indeed a pear tree planted here.

The slender branches are carrying a few pear blossoms that are about to fall, and the flowers are already in full bloom. If you lean over and blow, you can blow the delicate petals that are so thin that they can see through the sky.

The falling flowers are like snow.

Qin Yuanxi put away her umbrella and prepared to go back.

At this time, a man's clear voice sounded, with a hint of indescribable teasing.

"Hey! Don't rush to leave!"