Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

The morning sun was not too strong as it had rained last night. There was mist in the wind and I could smell the scent of earth.

As soon as Zhang Qiling walked out of the market, he saw several policemen asking the surrounding vendors about what happened yesterday. He narrowed his eyes slightly, walked silently through the crowd, and strode home.

"Brother, you are back. Did you buy any hazel mushrooms?"

"I bought some dry goods. Yanyan, I just saw the police at the market entrance inquiring about what happened yesterday."

Hanyan poured the fallen leaves into the trash can, put down the broom, walked to the sink, and washed the dust off her hands.

"It's okay. Those people don't remember anything. The police can't ask them anything."

She looked at Zhang Qiling with a sly smile on her face. She took his arm and they walked into the house together.

"Brother, Fatty said yesterday that he was going to marry Yuncai and asked me to help him choose a wedding dress. Tell me, should I just change him into something nice?"

When Zhang Qiling heard the words "marriage" and "wedding dress", he stopped unconsciously and subconsciously thought of the unfinished wedding between him and her.

He looked at her steadily, a faint smile on his face, looking accommodating and calm.

"It depends on what Fatty wants. He bought a white one before, so I don't know what he wants now."

"When did he buy it? How did you know he bought the wedding dress? You..."

Before Han Yan finished speaking, he suddenly recalled the time when he was a ghost. The dazzling red in the room turned into pure and solemn white.

Suddenly, she regretted asking such a stupid question.

When was it bought? When else could it be? Fatty must have bought it for Yuncai when Zhang Qiling was buying her wedding dress.

Now the fat man wants to make a new choice, it must be because too much time has passed and the style he chose at the beginning is outdated and no longer in line with the current aesthetic.

The flash of regret in Han Yan's eyes did not escape Zhang Qiling's focused gaze. He suddenly remembered the scene of seeing her crying before he died.

Once, he thought that the scene was just an illusion before his death, but now, he felt that maybe the scene really existed.

“Yan Yan….”

"Well, what happened?"

Han Yan took the hazel mushrooms out of the plastic bag and placed them in a vegetable bowl, then poured freshly boiled hot water into it.

The mist was so thick that it obscured the expression on her face, making it difficult to see her appearance clearly.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, thought for a while, and asked softly with a heart full of doubts and confusion.

"After you left here before, did you stay here for a long time in the form of a soul?"

When Han Yan heard his question, she paused after putting down the kettle. After a long silence, she turned to look at him.

"Well, three years, until you left, and then I was forcibly dragged back by Xingchen."

"So, you know about that unfinished wedding, right?"

"Ok, I know."

Han Yan thought of everything that happened after her death, and suddenly she didn't dare to look Zhang Qiling in the eye.

Zhang Qiling walked towards her step by step, getting closer and closer. She stepped back step by step until her back was against the counter and she had nowhere to retreat.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, and got very close to her, staring at Han Yan intently. She couldn't bear his burning gaze, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Yan Yan, let's complete the unfinished wedding now, okay?"

He stared at her straight, his voice was inexplicably hoarse and had a hint of allure.

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up at him. The bright sunlight outside the window gathered into streams of light.

He stood in front of her, looking at her with a gentle smile on his face.

The wind blew, ruffling her skirt, and the edge gently brushed against his trouser legs, like the drooping willows touching the surface of the lake in spring, fleeting but causing ripples.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were tender and full of love, like a tranquil sea, reflecting her pure self.

"it is good."

Han Yan smiled at him, her peach blossom eyes curved into beautiful crescents. While he was stunned, she held her breath and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

The moment before she wanted to escape, Zhang Qiling suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her fingers tightly without saying a word.

He held her in his arms, held her cheek with his eyes level, and kissed her slowly, so lightly as if just a taste, but slowly increasing the strength, making her feel very confused.

The evening breeze was blowing gently, and the fragrance of flowers in the garden was wrapped in the wind. Zhang Qiling and Han Yan were sitting in the pavilion. He lowered his eyes to look at her, and she also looked up at him steadily. His eyes were as bright as stars, and she smiled with her eyes curved.

Zhang Yecheng walked out of the house, looked at the two figures leaning against each other, and secretly sighed in his heart that what he had now was not easy to come by.

Time flies, the days and months pass by quickly, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, the cycle of seasons has completed one cycle after another, and the sands of time pass through your fingertips and disappear in an instant.

From the day Han Yan agreed to Zhang Qiling, he started preparing for the wedding again with Wu Xie, Fatty and others.

At Wushanju, Wu Xie carried out a huge cardboard box and placed it heavily on the table with a thud.

"Ahem... Tian Zhen, what is this? It's covered in dust. Take it away quickly. It's choking."

The fat man waved his hands continuously to brush away the dust floating in front of his eyes. Zhang Qiling looked at the cardboard box in front of him in silence and looked at Wu Xie in confusion.

"Fatty, are you exaggerating? I've covered this cardboard box with several layers of cotton cloth, so how can there be dust?"

As Wu Xie spoke, he cut the tape on the carton and proudly took out a bunch of big red invitations under the gazes of Fatty and Zhang Qiling.

The invitation was dotted with gold, and on the cover, a golden butterfly with its wings spread out was dancing around an inky black unicorn.

"Aren't these the invitations you designed before? I remember they've all been sent out. Why do you still have so many?"

The fat man stood up and rummaged through the cardboard box with his right hand. It was filled with invitations. There was nothing else.

Wu Xie glanced at the fat man who was in shock, and a hint of pride appeared on his face.

"The factory that made the custom invitations made a lot of them, and I wanted to throw away the extra ones, but then I didn't know what happened later...

When I finally had some free time to return to Wushanju, I put these invitations away carefully. For so many years, I have kept them in the attic. "

"Then may I ask, Young Master San, what were you thinking when you kept these invitations?"

Fatty picked up an invitation. These invitations were written by him and Wu Xie himself. After so many years, he still remembered every detail on them.

Wu Xie was silent for a long time, thinking back to the past, but he couldn't remember how he felt when he did that.

“I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, I probably just wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

After all, Xiao Ge and Han Yan once really appeared in my world. When they both left Hangzhou, I didn’t know if I would see them again in the future.

So I want to leave behind some things that show they existed in this world, so that when I am old and aging, I will remember them because of these things. "

Zhang Qiling listened quietly to Wu Xie's words. He looked up at Wu Xie, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.