To Raise a Soul

As the new year is approaching, Yu Zhen decides to go back to his hometown for the new year and take a short break.

Returning the two-bedroom apartment that he had just rented for a short time, he transferred to the nursery and transferred all the flowers to his colleagues. After the lease contract for the nursery was concluded, Yu Zhen rented a taxi with a small amount of savings and luggage, and spent the night there. Back to the Taoist temple.

The snow that night had melted away without a trace, and the white paper that was sprinkled on the ground in Guannei was still scattered on the day of the funeral. With the dim light of the small light bulb, Yu Zhen turned on the stove and boiled a pot of hot water, and began to clean.

Although the Taoist temple is small, it has all internal organs.After Yu Zhen cleaned the Taoist temple up and down, inside and out, the sky was already pale.

He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Although he hadn't slept all night, he felt extremely energetic. The cold feeling that had been troubling him for a while had disappeared without a trace. Fly.

"Grandpa, are you protecting me?"

He smiled and muttered something, hung the rag on the edge of the bucket, looked up at the portrait of the old man in a daze, then shook his head, bent down and picked up the bucket and went around to the backyard.

Grandpa Yu is very sloppy in eating and dressing. Two sets of Taoist robes have been mended and worn for decades. Steamed buns can be used for half a month. He sleeps on a wooden bed covered with old cotton wool. Except for winter, there are three Ji takes cold showers.

And he is very stubborn, unwilling to move every brick and tile in the Taoist temple, almost stubbornly maintaining the "original ecology" of the Taoist temple.

After making money, Yu Zhen wanted to help the old man renovate the Taoist temple. Without making major changes, he just reconnected the wiring, repaired the kitchen, and installed an electric water heater to make the old man live more comfortably.

But the old man refused to do it, and almost kicked him out of the house because of it.

Thinking of the past, Yu Zhen was a little distracted again, and he didn't wake up until the firewood in the stove made a soft "beep". Seeing that the water in the pot had boiled, he hurriedly put down the dry firewood he was going to add, got up and took a bath I used a large wooden barrel and began to fill it with hot water.

There is no water heater, no bathroom heater, no decent bathroom, and the kitchen door even leaks air, but Yu Zhen doesn't feel cold at all when soaking in the bathtub.

He suddenly understood Grandpa's stubbornness. In this small Taoist temple that was almost isolated from the world, although life was a bit bitter, satisfaction was very easy to obtain.

It was just a hot bath after a hard winter night, and he actually felt that he was already very happy.

After taking a bath, his body was completely relaxed. He went to the small vegetable patch in the backyard, picked a handful of green vegetables, and went back to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of green vegetable noodles.

After filling his stomach, he finally felt a little sleepy. Regardless of whether it was suitable for sleeping in the daytime or whether he would suffer from insomnia at night, he obeyed his will and yawned and came to the room he shared with his grandfather. He made the bed and got in, smelling the air. With the lingering smell of incense candles, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the hospital, Yin Yan opened his eyes, his eyes were so clear that he didn't look like he just woke up, he looked at a certain point in the void, and moved his fingers slightly: "Go, as a reward for borrowing your body, I have complied with your request."

A wisp of cool breeze lingered around the window, until the door of the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged couple and a young man appeared behind the door, "he" rolled over the curtains and disappeared into the world.

Yin Le felt that his eyes were dazzled, seeing the curtains moving automatically without wind, and inexplicably wanted to cry.

"Xiaoyan!"

The short-haired woman in smart clothes walked quickly to the hospital bed. She, who was always strong and did not like to cry, suddenly shed tears uncontrollably. She sat on the bedside and held the elder son's pale and thin hand. Her expression was calm, but her tears could not stop. live.

She felt that she was a little strange, but seeing that her youngest son and husband couldn't help crying, she blamed the strangeness on her mother's nature.

No matter how strong a woman is, when she sees her son who has passed through the gate of hell, she will inevitably lose control of her emotions.

No one spoke, and there was only the crying of a family of three in the ward.

Yin Yan turned his eyes and scanned the three of them one by one, and the fate they should have appeared in front of them-the eldest son died, the mother blamed herself, fell ill from worrying too much, the father was furious and painful, and wanted revenge on the woman who killed the eldest son at all costs , In the end, the family declined, the mother died young, the father was imprisoned, and the youngest son was depressed for life.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, restrained his discomfort and held the mother's hand, then sat up and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

His voice was not loud, but the three of them who were crying all fell silent. They just felt that these words hit the bottom of their hearts directly, and all the panic and fear in their hearts gradually faded away.

As the crying subsided, Qiu Feiqian was the first to tidy up her emotions and wipe away her tears. She leaned over and pressed the corner of the quilt for her weak son lying on the bed, and said without hesitation: "It's been so long since you had an accident, but there is no one in the Han family. Come here and give my Yin family an explanation, Han Ya, who was only slightly injured, didn't even show her face, Xiao Yan, no matter how much you persuade this time, Mom must teach the Han family a lesson!"

"Feiqian." Yin Hexiang called his wife, worried that her words would irritate his son who was seriously injured.

Who in the circle doesn't know that Yin Yan, the young master of the Yin family, has a bitter unrequited love for Han Ya, the only daughter of the Han family. When encountering matters related to Han Ya, there is almost no bottom line or principle, but Han Ya puts all her heart on the Wu family. The only son, Wu Xuan, was simply fishing for Yin Yan as a backup.

As parents, they persuaded and scolded and beat their eldest son for this matter, but it was useless. Yin Yan seemed to be poured into Han Ya's ecstasy soup. It is not good to say that Han Ya is not good at all, she still loves Wu and Wu, and treats the Han family very preferentially.

Although helpless and heartbroken, they can only compromise in the face of a stubborn child.

"It's no use calling me!"

Almost experienced the pain of bereavement, but Qiu Feiqian was no longer willing to continue to compromise, and said in a bitter voice: "I only have two sons, this time Han Ya tossed half of Xiao Yan's life, what about next time? If this continues, Xiao Yan Sooner or later, Yan will be in Han Ya's hands! I'll leave the words here today, anyone in this world can enter the door of my Yin family, even a dog or a cat, but she, Han Ya, can't!"

She was really angry, scared, and panicked, and her words became more and more relentless.

"Xiaoyan, don't blame my mother for being authoritarian. If you still want to focus on that Han Ya in the future, then I would rather not have your son! Don't call me mom again!"

The family atmosphere of the Yin family has always been harmonious. Although Qiu Feiqian is a bit aggressive, she has never said such cruel words in front of her two sons.

Yin Hexiang was startled when he heard this, fearing that his wife would be angry with him, and even more afraid of provoking his eldest son into something bad, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support his wife's shoulders, and opened his mouth to persuade him, but Yin Yan, who had been silent all along, preempted him.

"Mother." With a slightly jerky tone, a calm and cold voice, but strangely with a touch of comfort: "A guest is here."

The slightly cool voice gently brushed across her cheeks like a breeze, Qiu Feiqian's rushing emotions dissipated like smoke, and she turned her head to look at the wide open door of the ward.

Han Ya, who was about to leave quietly, froze when she heard the words, and vaguely felt that Yin Yan's voice sounded different from before, but this thought just passed away, she bit her lips tightly, remembering what Yin's mother said just now, and felt that Yin Yan's voice was different from before. Embarrassed and wronged.

She didn't even think about the car accident. Although the accident was caused by her being drunk and grabbing the steering wheel, is Yin Yan not responsible at all?

Yin Yan saved her, she was very grateful, but Mother Yin shouldn't say that about her, she also has self-respect.

"Who's outside?"

Qiu Feiqian was impatient. Seeing that there was indeed a figure in the corridor, but no one came in, she couldn't help but raised her voice and asked.

The figure in the corridor moved, and then Han Ya's tall and slender figure appeared at the door.

She didn't come in either, she just stood outside the door with red eyes, looked at Yin Yan who was leaning on the hospital bed, and called out in a low voice: "Yan..."

The fire that had just fallen in Qiu Feiqian's heart rose up after a while. She walked to the door in three or two steps, raised her hand and slapped her face hard, and said angrily: "You don't deserve to call me son! Han Ya, let me tell you, in the future You are quarreling with that Wu Xuan, drinking and committing suicide, find a clean place to make trouble, and don’t recruit my son! Get out! You are not welcome here!"

No one expected this slap, Han Ya was directly stunned. She covered her face and looked at Qiu Feiqian with a hateful expression in front of her. Her shoulders trembled, her beautiful almond eyes were full of tears, and she once again looked at the woman on the hospital bed. Yin Yan looked over.

"For the car accident, 'I' forgive you."

Yin Yan spoke calmly when she looked over.

Han Ya's face was filled with joy, while Qiu Feiqian was in a daze, turned to look at him bitterly, and called out sadly: "Xiao Yan!"

"What you owe in this life, you will have to pay it back in the next life." Yin Yan moved his eyes away, clasped his pale and slender fingers on his abdomen, and bathed in the morning sun from the side, not sure if it was an illusion , his supposedly light pupils suddenly became as dark as night, making people unable to resist looking again and again.

"Let's go, don't appear in front of the Yin family again, they will be unhappy."

Yin Hexiang was very surprised, he didn't expect the eldest son to say such words.

Yin Le suddenly remembered the sentence "Okay" that the elder brother inexplicably said that day at the entrance of the hospital. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out, "Brother, did you agree to what I asked you that day?"

Yin Yan looked at him and nodded.

"Brother, you are amazing!"

Yin Le was so happy that he almost jumped up, couldn't help but rushed to the hospital bed, took out an orange from the fruit basket, and said happily: "Brother, this orange is so sweet, I'll peel it for you to eat!"

Qiu Feiqian was stunned for a short while and then quickly came back to her senses, the pain on her face disappeared, replaced by joy and relief.

She looked again at Han Ya who seemed to be stunned by her son's order to drive him away. She felt that the anger that had been pent up in her heart for many years finally dissipated. It doesn't work every time, Han Ya, go back and tell your parents that you almost killed my son, I will settle it with them."

After speaking, ignoring Han Ya's terrified gaze, took a step back, and slammed the door hard.

boom!

Yin Yan withdrew his gaze from the window, let go of his clasped fingers, tapped on the quilt, raised his eyes to Yin Hexiang, who should be the head of the family, and asked seriously: "This world... If you want to enter into a marriage contract here? , what do you need to prepare?"

Yin Hexiang was taken aback when he heard the words.

Make a marriage contract?What kind of old saying is this, wait, why did my son suddenly mention this? Could it be that his awakening just now was all fake?Are you still thinking about that Han Ya?

Qiu Feiqian, who turned around and came back, obviously wanted to go with him, she frowned, and opened her mouth to persuade her again, but was interrupted by her younger son, who was already in a super-speedy mood.

"Marriage contract? Brother, you mean to get a marriage certificate. You only need a household registration book to get a certificate. The trouble is getting married... Wait, brother, why did you suddenly ask this? Could it be you, you..."

Halfway through Yin Le's words, he realized something was wrong, Feiyang was stuck in a good mood, and swallowed dryly, fearing that he would poke his elder brother's fragile nerve called unrequited love again, he changed his words, and tentatively asked Said: "Brother, you, do you have a favorite marriage partner?"

Yin Yan nodded slightly, and Yin Le gasped when he saw this, feeling that the sky was about to collapse again.

Qiu Feiqian finally couldn't help but took a step forward, and said decisively: "Xiao Yan, I will not allow you to be with Han Ya, it is impossible in this life!"

Yin Hexiang held his wife down comfortingly. Although he didn't speak, there was disapproval in his eyes.

Knowing what he wanted to know, Yin Yan clasped his loosened hands together again, glanced at the three people who were clearly thinking about it, and shook his head: "My favorite marriage partner is not Han Ya, but a... little gardener."

When he said the last three words, his voice suddenly dropped, with a hint of tenderness, but unfortunately the three members of the family who were in a daze didn't hear it at all.

They looked at each other, confused.

Little gardener?who?

Looking at the back mountain in Qingxu, Yu Zhen, who was carrying a basket on his back, stopped under a peach blossom tree that was in full bloom, his eyes were full of wonder.

Didn’t the peach blossoms only bloom in March and April? Why did this tree bloom at the end of December and mutate?