I want to send you red roses

The sky was a bit dark, Duan Tingqi quickly cleared the table after get off work, picked up...the bag of paper money and incense candles from the delivery, and exhaustedly searched for the address given by the old man to an alley called Cangshui Street .

There is no road at the end of this alley, but a small bridge called Qianqiu Bridge.

In fact, when she was young, she came here once with the old man and met Yu Tang's master.It was a middle-aged man named Ye Wei. He was tall and slender, but he possessed superb sword skills. He was a descendant of Lie Xue Dao from a famous martial arts family.

Lie Xue Dao, as the name suggests, is resolute and decisive in every style, but Ye Wei is an extremely calm and gentle person. He had a fairly high degree of education in that era, and usually worked in a large state-owned enterprise at that time as a technical work deputy leader. .

Yu Tang is very similar to him in character.

At that time, the martial arts world was dying. Although Ye Wei was skilled and his master was well-known, he kept a low profile in front of a group of seniors.At that time, there were many old people who had skills, seniority, and a wide range of people, who could speak in front of everyone, and were kind and generous. Ye Wei, however, had his own unique popularity because of his wanton and free-spirited personality.

At that time, those people always liked to come to Ye Wei first, no matter if they were asking for help or simply meeting each other.

Duan Tingxi remembered that the old man said that twenty years ago, many descendants of sects from all over the world were at a loss under the reshuffle of the times, and they all moved their families to Dihua to join him.He is not rich and powerful, but he uses his unique connections to arrange those people in an orderly manner.

As for those who were particularly familiar and tempered, he brought them up to guide technology and training, and later brought them into state-owned enterprises together, allowing those people to have formal and well-off jobs.Also from then on, Ye Wei had a faint sense of being praised by everyone, and let him take the lead in coordinating some matters that still retain traditions.

It's just that he knows that the more he refuses something, the more vigorous he becomes, so he never refuses to say more about this kind of matter, but just makes it happen lightly and easily all the time.Later, the entire martial arts world became more and more dilapidated, and everyone became a good citizen in the new era, and this little thing disappeared.

Such a transparent and open-minded person, Duan Tingxi, is not often seen.

In this regard, Yu Tang is also very similar to Ye Wei.

It didn't take long for her to see the sign of Cangshui Lane No. 11 in front of her, the place where Yu Tang grew up.

The door and wall in front of it are still black tile cornices, and a large copper lock is hung on the brown lacquered wooden door. It looks very gray, and no one has been there for many years.

Duan Tingqi looked at the lock, thinking about what the old man said that he could secretly burn the paper - of course he could secretly burn it, no one could see it.

She looked at the lock quietly for two seconds, slowly raised her head, looked left and right, then suddenly tapped her toes lightly, and jumped straight over the seven-foot-high outer wall in an instant, and entered the yard as a thief.

There was a very short drizzle in the afternoon, and the concrete outside was dry.But the small yard under his feet was paved with bluestone floor tiles, and some green grass and soil came out between the brick joints, exuding a damp atmosphere.

When Duan Tingqi walked around the side wall and entered the main courtyard, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Although the huge yard in front of him was empty, it was not messy. In the very clean space, there were several piles of ashes after burning paper money.Some of them have been almost blown away by the wind, leaving only a circle of gray marks, while some still have sporadic flames that have not been extinguished.

The scent of incense she smelled outside the door just now did not come from other places.

Duan Tingxi's eyes slowly swept over, and in front of each pile of ashes, there were fourteen pillars of different incense sticks neatly.

Even though some people have passed away for many years, people from all over the world still miss him in their hearts all the time, and they come back here one after another on the days of worship, secretly offering a stick of incense.

Duan Tingxi's mood suddenly became a little complicated. He didn't know how Yu Tang, who hadn't returned home for many years, would feel in his heart when he saw these things.

Some of the impetuousness in her heart subsided unknowingly. After looking around the small courtyard in front of her, she avoided the heavy pile of papers and walked to a corner of the main entrance.

There is a begonia half a person's height in this declination. Although it has passed the flowering period, it is still lush and lush.Regardless of the summer cicada and the winter snow, it has been sticking to its place for many years, welcoming and sending off its old friends.

Duan Tingxi squatted down and counted the paper money with downcast eyes.

……

Yu Tang was silent all the way, and after walking slowly across the Qianqiu Bridge with Cheng Yiduo in his arms, he stopped at the end of the alley more and more slowly.

Cheng Yiduo followed her gaze to look into the quiet and peaceful ancient alley, then turned around, and whispered: "Teacher Yu."

Yu Tang looked away, hummed lightly, and continued walking while asking, "Did you see your grandparents when you were young?"

"Father said that grandpa and grandma have passed away." Cheng Yiduo shook his head, then thought of the old people who loved their grandchildren around him, and whispered: "Grandpa and grandma are still there, but they don't like mom or me."

Yu Tang knew the reason in his heart, so he didn't respond.

Cheng Pengfei is nearly 45 years old, and once had an ex-wife and son. Cheng Yiduo's mother insisted on marrying such a second-married man. Although his parents' strong opposition was unreasonable, it was human.

But after so many years, they still haven't let go of their mouths, which is also rare.

She stopped in front of the brown wooden door with Cheng Yiduo in her arms, and without any further hesitation, she lowered her eyes and silently rubbed the key she didn't know when she found it in her hand, and then gently unscrewed the copper lock on the door.

The sound of unlocking the lock sounded unexpectedly, and Duan Tingxi, who had just burned half of the paper, moved his ears and body at the same time. While thinking about what the hell, he dodged quickly, and temporarily avoided behind the side ear door wall connected to the main house.

Originally, she just wanted to burn a piece of paper quickly, for people to remember, but not for people to see.But I didn't expect Ye Wei to be so popular many years after his death, and people came to "give money" one crop after another.

But after she leaned against the wall quietly for a while, there was no other sound outside for a long time except for the sound of drafts coming in after the door opened.

After a while, a little girl's voice came out softly: "Mr. Yu, what are those...?"

Duan Tingxi's slightly closed eyelids twitched slightly. She thought that it might be another old friend of Ye Wei who came here, but she didn't think it would be Yu Tang.

But it was so reasonable for Yu Tang to come here.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling in the air, and the footsteps sounded again after a while.Yu Tang put Cheng Yiduo down, turned around and closed the door, and said softly, "It's money for the deceased relatives, to buy needed things...and sugar."

Cheng Yiduo was led in by her, looking left and right: "Then why burn it?"

"Because the deceased relatives live in the sky like stars, the money can only be blown up to them by the wind after being burned to ashes."

While talking, Yu Tang's eyes swept over all the ashes, and landed on the pile of papers that were still burning beside Haitang.

The pile of papers was only half burnt, and the other half was still neatly placed in the bag, next to the fourteen pillars of incense that hadn't had time to light.

Obviously, the person who burned the paper was still here a moment ago, and he probably hasn't had time to leave yet.

Duan Tingxi leaned against the wall and heard Yu Tang's footsteps getting closer and closer, his heart was strangely numb for a moment, and he decided with a blank face that if he couldn't explain clearly for a while, he would simply tell the old man the whole story.

Anyway, this "secretly going to the grave" blame can't be carried away anyway, she can't say "I checked your family's affairs out of concern, and then secretly came to burn some paper for you".

What is this, how can I say it.

Yu Tang, however, stopped suddenly when he was leading Cheng Yiduo to the pile of paper. He just quietly looked at the place separated by a wall for a while, then lowered his eyes, followed the flames on the pile of paper for a while, and squatted down. Lower body, reached out and uncovered a stack of papers.

Duan Tingxi's heart moved, and he heard Cheng Yiduo ask: "Mr. Yu, can I also... burn it to grandparents?"

"can."

After the soft sound of the plastic bag rattling, Cheng Yiduo took the paper and asked, "Can they receive it?"

"Yes." Yu Tang's voice was very low, and even had an accent that Duan Tingxi had never heard before. She said, "Whoever thinks about it can receive it."

Cheng Yiduo nodded, and quickly listened to her and put the paper into the fire together.

It didn't take long for the two of them to burn, Yu Tang stood up after finishing the stack in his hand, touched Cheng Yiduo's head, "I forgot today is a special day, I will bring you over next time Let's see, okay?"

Cheng Yiduo put all the papers in her hand into the fire, nodded obediently, and asked Yu Tang: "If grandpa and grandma receive the money, will they like me?"

"Yes." Yu Tang glanced at the wall that was close in front of him again, and led her to turn around and walk outside.

Duan Tingxi felt a little inexplicable and unexplainable feeling in her heart. She seemed to hear Yu Tang say softly when she turned around——thank you.

Cheng Yiduo's low voice sounded again: "If grandparents are still there, will they love me like those children's grandparents?"

This time, Duan Tingxi didn't hear Yu Tang's reply immediately, until she walked to the door, and the sound of locking was heard, and after she walked far enough, she gently melted into the wind and passed it over.

She said: "Yes, because he used to love me so much."

……

After she walked away, Duan Tingxi walked out from the wall with Sieru.She glanced at the direction Yu Tang left from, and the already complicated and inexplicable emotions in her heart deepened.

She actually knew roughly why Yu Tang paid extra attention to Cheng Pengfei, but she didn't know that she was still paying attention to Cheng Pengfei's daughter.Even on such a day, as if nothing had happened, he would come over with the little girl in his arms and burn a piece of paper for the grandparents who had never masked.

She shifted her eyes to the pile of papers that were still lingering in flames, walked over and squatted down, and slowly burned the remaining paper money one by one, then lit fourteen sticks of incense respectfully, inserted them in a neat row, and bowed silently bow.

The courtyard is quiet and peaceful, with the breeze stirring.Duan Tingxi jumped over the wall as quietly as when he came, and left here.