Wrong Changhuan

In the northwest of Kansai City, there is a sales home.

An Cuo has been staying here for three days since returning to the city. She did not return to Mingyue Tower, and she could not find a reason to go back.Although she didn't go out, she knew that there were eyes all around her, Lou Xiaolou's eyeliner.

Since the first day here, Man Qiu has been busy. Although he tried his best to clean out a decent room, he still couldn't satisfy himself, but An Cuo didn't say anything, so he stayed.

Although the children here are no strangers to An Cuo, except for Xiao Guang and Ben Ya, no one dares to take the initiative to approach him.More often, they would get together to avoid her and talk about this beautiful sister in white.

Everyone is young and has their own opinions.

Some people say that she can do magic tricks, and every time she comes, she will bring so many delicious food and sweets.

Some people say, you are stupid, that was bought with silver.

Some people say that the beautiful sister’s house must be very big, all made of gold... There are many family members, maybe there are maids... There are also a lot of delicious food, and there are a lot of delicious food to buy... um... silver.

Some people say that good-looking sisters are good at everything, but they are too fierce, and they are very fierce to sisters in flower clothes.Sister Huayi is very kind to us. She bought us new clothes and so many delicious foods.

Some people said that the good-looking sister didn't speak at all, she didn't beat anyone, and she didn't curse anyone, so she wasn't considered violent.

No matter how everyone argues in private, there is one thing that everyone agrees on. This ice-like good-looking sister, who loves to be in a daze and doesn't like to talk, must be unhappy.

On the third day, Man Qiu came again, and said that he had found a treasured geomantic place with a fortune teller, five miles outside the city, where her mother-in-law could be buried.

Originally, according to the custom, it would take seven days for the spirit to be buried in the ground, but there were also three days, especially in the first lunar month.

An Cuo sat blankly by the iron stove in the dilapidated and dark room, fiddling with the charcoal fire unconsciously. The heat made her face slightly hot, and it also reflected a little rosier than before.

"Master..." Seeing that An Cuo didn't respond, Man Qiu reminded in a low voice, "Master, these children, do you want them to say goodbye to mother-in-law together?"

Five miles outside the city is not too far, but the ice and snow outside are starting to melt, and the road is probably not easy to walk, especially for children.

Only then did An Cuo come back to his senses, shook his head, and said slowly, "They are too young to even know what death is... Let them kowtow to the tablet."

Man Qiu arranged everything.

Before noon, Man Qiu drove the carriage and brought An Cuo, Xiao Guang, and Ben Ya to the selected cemetery slowly.

There is no drums and sheng, no long funeral procession, everything seems so quiet, as quiet as the warm sun in this winter.

Four or five middle-aged villagers had already carried the coffins from the Yizhuang and placed them by the pit, each with a shovel, waiting for the employers to say their final farewell.They were all paid silver in advance, the amount was much higher than usual, so they didn't shy away from working during the first month, and they were not in a hurry.

Beside the dug grave, there were still seven or eight scattered people, dressed as ordinary people, both young and old.

As if seeing a trace of surprise in An Cuo's eyes, Man Qiu explained, "They are all neighbors. Knowing that they will be buried today, they spontaneously came to send them off."

"Well." An Cuo was a little grateful, because the arrival of these people, some of them sobbed softly, made your whole funeral seem a little less deserted.Although she knew that tears were useless after all, they couldn't bring people back to life, they couldn't bring them back... nothing.

If it is true that it can be exchanged, it is just a little peace of mind in my heart.

An Cuo has always liked quietness, and dislikes the crying and fighting of gongs and drums at traditional funerals.In her eyes, those exaggerated expressions and those noisy voices were only for other living people to see.

Covering the eyes of the living, plugging the ears of the living, and blocking the mouths of the people.

But a dead person has nothing, and will never feel it again.

An Cuo rarely stops by the grave.She suddenly remembered that the last time it was like this was when Yun Ran died, when she was still very young, and at that time, she was still another person.

An old man in the crowd whispered to the old woman next to him, "If you're dying, you should use a red coffin. Why use a black coffin?"

And the black coffin is only used by those who died unexpectedly.

The old woman shrunk her head and put her hands in her sleeves, she was also very surprised, and said, "I just heard that the person is gone... Who would have thought... Sigh... The old sister has been doing good deeds all her life, who would have thought that she would end up like this..."

Another person echoed, "Who says no, it's true that good people don't get rewarded..."

The old woman said humanely, "She is a widow. She has been a widow for more than 40 years, and she has been blind for more than 40 years. She has never enjoyed happiness in her life. She took care of a bunch of unwanted children from morning to night. She was suffering blindly, and now she is relieved... ..."

An Cuo quietly listened to the words behind him, then turned to look at Man Qiu.

Man Qiu understood, and said to the middle-aged leading man, "Bury it."

The high-quality willow black-lacquered coffin slowly fell under the shouts of the four strong men and the effect of the thick rope of the log, bringing the surrounding loess a little loose and falling a little.

The inscription Jinshou on the head of the coffin, like a silent mockery, finally disappeared on the horizon.

An Cuo returned to his thoughts, grabbed a handful of soil under his feet, stepped forward and sprinkled it on the coffin.Without her words, Xiaoguang and Benya followed suit.Then came Man Qiu, and everyone.

After the ceremony, it is landfill.Someone in the neighborhood brought paper money and began to sprinkle it in the air.Someone burned stacks of yellow paper with copper holes on it while murmuring words on the side.

He burned what he brought, what everyone brought, and what Man Qiu had prepared.

The huge package of yellow paper turned into a handful of black ash in the end.

The loess bag has bulged, and everyone has left one after another.

Under the last bright sun, there were only four people left.

An Cuo looked at Xiao Guang and Ben Ya who were standing next to her, one had tears in her eyes, the other couldn't make a sound, and said weakly, "Kowtow to mother-in-law, let's say goodbye..."

Xiaoguang wiped his tears with his bare hands, pulled the stupid girl to kneel on the somewhat messy cold ground, and said, "Grandmother, when I grow up, I will take good care of my younger brothers and sisters, you... you can go at ease..."

On this windless sunny day, a small whirlwind was born for no reason, circling around the tomb, refusing to leave.

An mistakenly glanced at the two thin figures kneeling on the ground, and said quietly, "I will take care of them... no more freezing, no starving, no more... some people die in vain..."

In Man Qiu's wide-open eyes, Xiao Xuanfeng seemed to be able to understand all this, and after getting the promise, he seemed to lose his strength, and then everything subsided.

The next day, it was still sunny.

When Man Qiu came to the Salesian Home, An Cuo was sitting on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, watching a group of children playing.The kitchen was steaming, and the newly hired woman, Mrs. Liu, was preparing lunch.

Seeing Man Qiu coming, holding something interesting in his hands, the children all surrounded him and were waved away by Man Qiu's smiling face.

An made a mistake, "Why did you bring it here?"

"This little sparrow is healed." Man Qiuti slipped a delicate metal birdcage and handed it over.

"So... how did you bring it here?" An Cuo didn't answer it, but saw the little sparrow, as if it had opened a scar that hadn't clotted.

Man Qiu was a little overwhelmed, and said, "Master is here, there is no entertainment...I'm afraid you will be bored...so..."

"This cage, with me alone, is enough... let it go..."

"But...but in the current weather, there is no food outside, so I'm afraid that if you let it go, you won't be able to live..."

An Cuo was stunned for a while before taking the cage and placing it on the ground in front of him.

Seeing the birds chirping in the cage, An Cuo suddenly smiled helplessly, and said, "Man Qiu, do you want to leave Mingyue Tower?"

Man Qiu was a little confused, shook his head, and said, "This subordinate doesn't want to..."

An Cuo turned to look at Man Qiu, thoughtful.

"If one day, you want to leave, Man Qiu, I am willing to let you go...no matter where you go, there are no conditions. Here, Mingyue Tower, should not be your home...while you still have the opportunity, You think clearly."

"This subordinate will not leave." Man Qiu's tone was very firm.

An Cuo looked at Xiao Que without making a sound.

Some people want to leave, but can't.Some people can walk, but don't want to.

This fate is really tricky.

An made a mistake, "Man Qiu, tell me, what is fate?"

"This subordinate heard a fortune teller two days ago that fate is fate, luck is luck, and fate follows one's birth date, which is predestined by the heavens from the moment of birth. But luck can change, especially in fleeting years. Therefore, the subordinates feel that fate may not be changed, but fate is still in their own hands, and it is a choice of their own."

An Cuo murmured and repeated, "Fate...is a choice..."

"Well, the subordinates feel that if you grasp it, everything can be changed."

"I choose her. Is this my destiny? But why... love but can't stay together, can't get what I want?" In the end, there is only lovesickness, helplessness, pain and torture.

Man Qiu understood the sadness, and said with relief, "Perhaps, this is only temporary..."

Of course, Man Qiu doesn't understand that people have their own desires, and their fates are intertwined, and it's not just created by one person's choice.In this invisible maze, the fates of An Cuo, Chang Huan, Lou Xiaolou, Xie Baitang, Jing Jiuge, and even Hu Diefei and others have long been entangled, and even she herself has not escaped.

An Cuo lowered his brows and said in a deep voice, "But I chose to let go... I let go..."

"Master, this is just a stopgap measure, there must be another way."

An Cuo raised his eyes suddenly, looked at Man Qiu's sincere eyes, and said after a long time, "Man Qiu, thank you."

"Master, why do you want to thank your subordinates?" Man Qiu was overwhelmed with flattery. She had never been used to saying such words from Zi An's wrong mouth.

An Cuo got up from the bamboo chair, handed the birdcage to Man Qiu, and said, "It's almost lunch time, take care of it."

"Master, do you want your subordinates to follow? Where are you going?" Man Qiu hurriedly followed.

"Go to Mingyue Tower!" An Cuo suddenly stamped his feet, turned his head and said, "You stay here...you are right, fate is a choice."

After An Cuo said it, he strode towards Mingyue Tower.