Better to live forever [Rebirth]

After the Qixi Festival, the day when half-humans and ghosts communicate with each other in July will come soon.

Ning Heng did not come to Guozixue that day. He was the head of the family, and there was no elder in the family who could preside over the sacrifices. Students who were not of the same age only had to go back to kowtow at night and get ready early in the morning.

Dajing ruled the country with filial piety, and paid special attention to sacrifices.On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of the underworld are opened, and the deceased ancestors are released back to their homes to enjoy the offerings of the younger generations. It is one of the most important festivals for the people of Dajing.

Jia Jiaming returned to Beijing from Chenlu yesterday. He has been busy for half a month. He looks a lot thinner, but he is still energetic.

He asked Qin Xi: "Is Changsheng always so lethargic recently? Did something happen?"

Jia Jiaming is a keen child with a sensitive and delicate mind, and he discovered that Zhu Dingbei was different from before when he came back.

Qin Xi waved his hands carelessly: "Chunmian Xiashun, otherwise, how do you think he got the title of slaughtering pigs in the next life? Even Ah Heng is not in a hurry, so you don't have to worry."

Jia Jiaming was relieved after hearing this.

This day, Guozi School was over from school, and the students were rushing home, not daring to delay on the way.

The same is true for Zhu Dingbei. He rode back home, was led by Zhu San to bathe and wash, changed into clean plain clothes, ate a bowl of hot porridge to pad his stomach under the old lady's instructions, and walked to Zhu Dingbei without stopping. Kneel down to worship ancestors in the family ancestral hall.

Old Hou Ye had been kneeling for a whole day, when he saw him coming, he stood up on his legs and said to him, "Changsheng, come here and kneel down."

He pointed to the futon he was kneeling on just now, and seeing that Zhu Dingbei had straightened his back and knelt, he bowed to the ancestral hall and said: "The ancestors are above all, the unworthy descendants, the grandson of Zhu Chengyuan, Zhu Dingbei May the ancestors be safe and healthy in the north. I hope that the spirits of the ancestors are in the sky, bless my grandson with peace and health, and bless the incense of my Zhu family to continue."

Zhu Dingbei worshiped him piously while he was speaking, and said silently in his heart: the ancestors and ancestors are above, the unworthy descendant Zhu Dingbei has returned from hell, and he will do everything he can to protect my Zhu family.Please ancestors understand my aspirations and protect me from the blood of the generals of the Zhu family.

"Okay, Changsheng, burn some paper money for your ancestors."

Old Hou Ye confessed in the ancestral hall for most of the day, and the worries in his heart have become clear, so he didn't say more.

Zhu Dingbei responded, sprinkled a handful of chaff in the brazier, and took paper money to worship.Finally, burn incense and put it in the censer to gather together, and bid farewell to the ancestors.

Old Hou Ye patted his head, and said comfortingly: "My good boy, remember the duty of a man in the Zhu family, and don't insult the reputation of my Zhu family's loyalty and bravery throughout the generations."

"Grandpa, my grandson will remember it in my heart."

Zhu Dingbei said seriously.

On this night, every family burns incense and candles, visits and dedicates the prepared food to the ancestors with all their heart, in a peaceful and devout manner.There is one family exception.

That is the Jia Mansion in the west of the city.

Only males are eligible for worship in the ancestral hall.Jia Xifu had many sons, but only one legitimate son, so the legitimate son and grandson worshiped the ancestors together with him, and the remaining sons and grandchildren followed him to worship.

After they broke up, Jia Jiaming secretly came to the sealed-off house where Jia Yan used to live, and burned paper money for her.

"Sister, are you okay down there?" Jia Jiaming wiped away his tears, sprinkled rice husks and burned a pile of paper money for her: "I just hope that you can take care of the money so that you can manage your relationship down here and live a better life." Take it easy. Have you ever come back to see me today? It would be great if you came back... I am fine, and I sent away my grandmother a few days ago. She has lived long enough and suffered a lot. You If you leave this chaotic world earlier, you will suffer less torture, and if you go underground, you will enjoy more blessings."

"If you are missing something below, you must tell me in a dream. I will definitely make it right for you..."

As he spoke, tears welled up again.

Jia Yan has been in Jia's house for more than ten years, but after she died, no one remembered to prepare a meal for her and burn some paper money for her on such a day.

Jia Jiaming felt sad when he thought about it.

Her cemetery is far away in the barren hills on the outskirts of Beijing, and there is not even a serious memorial tablet in the mansion.He wasn't sure if her soul still knew the way back, or if she was still willing to come back to this sad place.

He babbled about his situation in the academy, told her that he was living a good life, and that he was no longer always bullied like before and cried a lot.

There is no second person in this world who can bother to find him when he is hiding, and hide a snack for him, lest he be hungry.

"Sister, I am saving money this year, and next year I will prepare a beautiful dress for you. You used to love the bright colors, but you wore such thin and plain clothes on the day you left. I—"

"Who! Where is who?!"

Suddenly a voice came to mind, Jia Jiaming was startled, before he could escape, the man rushed over three steps at a time and grabbed him.

"Where did the thief run away!"

Jia Jiaming trembled with fright.

Jia Xifu pinched his face, and then frowned when he saw the weak firelight and moonlight.

"Eleventh? What are you doing here?" He looked down at the brazier, and there were unburned paper money and rice husks beside it, so he knew about it, and immediately said angrily, "Which wild ghost are you burning this for?! You are so brave, you dare to do such unfilial things at home, I have taught you in vain in the past!"

"Father, I, I just want to pay homage to sister—"

"shut up!"

Jia Xifu was furious: "You only have ten elder brothers, where did you come from, elder sister? How dare you argue with your father's teaching, if you don't teach you today, tomorrow you still want to call something back home to disturb the stability of the ancestors. "

As he said, he kicked over the brazier, grabbed Jia Jiaming and left.

Jia Jiaming burst into tears, watching the scattered paper money and ash fall, and the brazier dumped aside was extinguished by the wind, as if the heat in his heart was also taken away.

Jia Jiaming invited family law, but was stopped by the old lady: "What day is it today? How can you be so nonsense, this child made a mistake, and it won't be too late to punish the ancestors after enjoying the incense and returning to the underworld."

After all, people took Jia Jiaming into the dark room to think about his mistakes.

If Jia Jiaming paid homage to Jia Yan, who was most annoyed, it was undoubtedly Mrs. Jia.

Back then, Jia Yan's death had something to do with her, she buried Jia Yan far away, and she didn't allow her family to mention the former eldest lady of Jia's mansion.But now, Jia Jiaming is attracting the soul of that little bitch in the mansion with great fanfare. If she really invites that lonely ghost back to the mansion, will she still dare to sleep tonight?

She felt guilty, and naturally there was a ghost in her heart, even if her son kicked the brazier, she was still worried.

She tossed and turned at night and did not dare to fall asleep, fearing that Jia Yan would come back to find her. She tortured Jia Jiaming all night and punished Jia Jiaming even more.

After several days, Jia Jiaming was able to get up from the bed.

His biological mother Zhang's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but so what?I could only persuade him: "Ming'er, mother knows that that person treated you well in the past. But we only have a place to stand at home, how can we disobey the wishes of our ancestors and your father? When you get married, you can decide what to do. But now, you must not be confused again. "

Jia Jiaming kept a cold face and said nothing.

By the time he recovered enough to go back to school to attend lectures, it was already ten days later.

When Qin Xi saw him, he patted him on the back happily, and shouted: "Eleven, you are back! I heard from your family that you are sick, so don't let me disturb you. Now everything is fine—ten One, why are you so pale, are you okay?"

Jia Jiaming's face was as white as paper, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as rough as Qin Xi's heart would tremble when he saw it.

Jia Jiaming smiled and shook his head.

His back was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Lou Anning and Lou Ankang asked one after another: "Are you still sick on Eleventh? Does it matter? Why don't you go home and rest?"

Jia Jiaming rejected their kindness, saying nothing but nothing.

Zhu Dingbei looked at his back and frowned.

It wasn't until the end of July when Jia Jiaming was resting for a bath that he finally regained his strength and made an appointment to meet in Changxinhou's mansion.

There are no elders in Changxinhou's Mansion, and the youngsters feel that there is no restraint here and they are very comfortable, so they gather here more often.

Today we had an appointment at the racecourse again, Qin Xi joyfully pulled Jia Jiaming to get on the horse and wake up, the other two days seemed like Zhu Dingbei's upper body, listless.

Zhu Dingbei couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his whip at his feet, cursing: "Idiot."

"Ah!" Qin Xi jumped away in fright, even though he was not hit, he still had lingering fears, and shouted: "Changsheng, why did you do it, I haven't said anything to you yet."

Lou Ankang shook his head, and said helplessly: "Didn't you see that the eleventh disease is still recovering?"

"I know."

Qin Xi wrinkled his face: "Usually when I get sick from a cold, my father and grandfather let me run horses or laps, and the sickness will be cured when I sweat. The sickness has dragged on for so many days on the [-]th, it must be It’s because you don’t move on weekdays.”

His painstaking efforts are destined to be appreciated by no one.

Even Lou Anning rolled his eyes and said: "You stupid ass, you have a shitty wind and cold, Shi Shi's injury is clearly skin trauma. The smell of bruises and medicine has spread ten miles away, and you don't feel it at all, it's really stupid. "

Jia Jiaming concealed it on purpose, and they didn't want to embarrass him by mentioning it.

Unexpectedly, for such a tacit matter, Qin Xi, a person who beats and smears medicine frequently, doesn't know what Jia Jiaming's illness is.

Qin Xi's eyes widened: "But Brother Jia told me...they lied to me?"

He didn't expect that Eleven's elder brother would lie to him, and immediately said with a grimace: "Eleven, did they beat you? Tell me who it is, and I will avenge you!"

Jia Jiaming's heart warmed, he stood up straight and said, "It doesn't matter what they do, it's because I made a mistake that my father changed the family law. It's almost better now."

Qin Xi did not answer with a sullen face.

It is normal for the wind-cold illness to drag on for ten days and half a month, but if it is a skin trauma, it has been unable to move freely in the past half a month, so the injury must be serious.

Zhu Dingbei sighed and said: "Eleventh, I have already asked Ah Heng to let the doctor in Changxinhou's mansion wait, why don't we send you to have a look first."

He could tell that the wound on Jia Jiaming's back had not been properly treated, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to smell blood for so many days.

Jia Jiaming's eyes became hot, and he lowered his head with the strength of nodding.

Zhu Dingbei and Ning Heng looked at each other, the latter nodded to indicate that they were ready, and they went back to the mansion.

Qin Xi reluctantly followed Jia Jiaming and the doctor into the house. Because he was often beaten by the elders in the family, he didn't think it was a shame to be beaten and injured, so he didn't care about Jia Jiaming's face like the others.Jia Jiaming took off his coat, the dense scars on his back were shocking, there was no good flesh on his supposedly white and smooth back.

"...why did they hit you?"

Qin Xi clenched his fists.

The doctor took a breath when he saw it, and carefully dealt with Jia Jiaming.

Jia Jiaming shook his head and said in a low voice: "I won't make the same mistake again, don't worry."

These words did not appease Qin Xi's irritable mood at all.

The outside world is also quietly discussing Jia Jiaming's "cause".Jia Jiaming is the most well-behaved and obedient among the few, and also the most perceptive one, it is absolutely impossible for him to provoke right and wrong on his own initiative.

So they all guessed that it was one of his elder brothers who didn't like him and bullied and framed him.Before the discussion came to a conclusion, a shocking news interrupted their indignation——

Sima Yuqi committed suicide in prison!