Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang returned to Wen's house in a daze, drove away Wen Que's car, and went straight to grandma's house.

From here, it would take at least four and a half hours to drive by himself. Wen Rang only said hello to Wen's family and left.

After Lei Yuan's wedding was over, He Shishen sent Wen Rang a text message saying that he would go back later and would have a few drinks with Lei Yuan in the evening, but Wen Rang didn't reply to him.

After drinking until after ten o'clock in the evening, He Shishen stopped drinking and found someone to drive. When he returned to Fuda Garden, he found that the house was empty and pitch black.

At this moment, Wen Rang was on the expressway, and he dropped his mobile phone on the co-pilot. When he saw He Shishen calling, he didn't have a hand to answer it, and there was no service area nearby. Unless he got off the expressway, he was ready to arrive .

So I could only ignore it, the phone rang more than a dozen times, but finally it didn't ring again.

He Shishen was a little half-drunk, and he was about to go crazy. He was about to call Lei Yuan, but then he thought that he was having a wedding night in his bridal chamber, so he could only call someone else.

Others were not as efficient as Lei Yuan, so He Shishen was running around in a hurry at home.

He didn't know the reason at all, so he could only attribute the problem to Wen Rang or was angry with him, so he ran away again. He regretted that he let his guard down and let Wen Rang walk away from him again.

It wasn't until his subordinates called and told him that Wen Rang was rushing to his mother's house that He Shishen heaved a sigh of relief, and drove to chase after Wen Rang regardless of his drinking.

Fortunately, there were no traffic police along the way, otherwise He Shishen would have been detained. The alcohol in his body gradually dissipated along the way, and his consciousness became more and more lucid.Wen Rang wouldn't just leave for no reason, there must be something important.

It was already midnight when Wen Rang arrived outside the village, but the sound of gongs and drums could still be heard, which is a village custom.

When he got home, a huge tarpaulin had already been hung outside the door, and white couplets were pasted on the door frame. The strong smell of candles and incense wafted through the living room. His grandmother covered herself with a white cloth and lay peacefully on one side of the living room. , surrounded by all kinds of paper money and joss sticks, and the ashes from the paper money floating in the air.

Some of grandma's children and grandchildren were burning paper, and some were busy with other things. When they saw that Wen Rang just patted him, they were not too polite.

Wen Rang walked to the coffin, knelt down with a plop, tears fell uncontrollably, kowtowed three times, then knelt for a long time without getting up, his body trembling and sobbing silently.

He didn't control his emotions until several relatives came to pull him up.

I heard that grandma unfortunately fell down because of the rain and the slippery road, she had a cerebral hemorrhage and couldn't be treated...

When Wen Rang met last time, he still thought of his grandma's expectations for his next visit, but now that he comes again, the two of them are separated by life and death.

The whole family was very unfamiliar with Wen Rang, and they didn't ask him to do anything. Wen Rang seemed to be demented, and kept burning papers before his death.

Paper money and joss sticks cannot be broken, and someone must watch them continue until they go up the mountain and into the earth.

No one asked Wen Rang, and Wen Rang insisted on staying up all night tonight. In the middle of the night, there was thunder and heavy rain outside, and the door could not be closed. The strong wind blew paper money everywhere, candles After extinguishing a few, Wen Rang and an elder quickly went to relight them.

"Bah." The ignited candle shed a drop of candle tears, which fell on Wen Rang's finger, and the hot candle tears immediately made Wen Rang feel a sharp pain.

When he set up the candles and then went to put down the teardrop candle, a white bubble had formed on the burnt area, Wen Rang blew on it, but it didn't help.

"Hey, the young master in the city is delicate and fleshy."

I don't know which relative suddenly said such a sentence, Wen Rang could only pretend that he didn't hear it, and continued to burn paper money.

After He Shishen got off the highway, he followed the location and entered the village. At this time, it was almost dawn, and the overnight rain was about to stop.

The muddy ground made He Shishen frowned, and he parked the car casually in a corner of the village.

It was still early, and there were few people walking around in the village, so He Shishen could only look around for Wen Rang's mother's house.

About halfway there, he saw a woman going out. He Shishen hurried up to ask.

"Hello, big sister, I want to ask, is there a family named Jiang here?" He Shishen asked earnestly.

The woman knew He Shishen was a foreigner when she saw He Shishen, but she still answered him kindly: "Our name is Jiangjia Village, and almost every household has the surname Jiang. If you ask me that, I can't help you. "

"This..." He Shishen thought for a while before recalling something, "Then, may I ask, where is Jiang Jinjin's house, or where is Jiang Wei's house?"

The woman suddenly came to her senses, "You are here to catch up on business. Here, walk along this road and see a big banyan tree. That's the house. There's a coffin shed hanging on it. It's easy to find."

Although He Shishen couldn't understand, he still thanked him sincerely and walked that way.

Soon, he saw the big banyan tree, and then he realized that hanging the coffin shed was for funerals.

———Could it be...

———Wen Rang came back because of a funeral?

At this point, there was no one in front of Jiang’s house, and the street lights were turned on very brightly. He Shishen smelled the strong smell of incense. Before he reached the door, a young man came out of the house. Seeing He Shishen, he immediately asked: "Who are you?"

"I, I'm here to find someone. Is this Jiang Wei's family? I'm looking for Jiang Wei's grandson, Wen Rang." He Shishen asked politely.

"Wen Rang? Oh, Wen Rang, he's gone to collect spirits. You can go find him yourself." The young man pointed in a direction.

"Okay, okay, thank you." After He Shishen finished speaking, he hurriedly ran to the direction pointed by the other party.

Picking spirits is a local funeral custom, that is, go outdoors to pick wormwood leaves with dewdrops every day at dawn, take them back and put them outside the house to protect the spirits of the deceased. Generally, people who pick spirits stay up all night Only those who have a spirit overnight can pick it.

The roads that have rained are full of potholes, and there is no concrete road on the road. He Shishen's leather shoes have already been covered with soft mud, and it is a bit heavy to walk on. out of tune with the environment.

Wen Rang was bending over to pick Artemisia leaves, and there was still a bamboo basket containing Artemisia leaves at his feet, and he didn't notice someone coming not far behind him at all.

It was not yet bright, and He Shishen only saw a hunched back from a distance, and he was not sure if it was Wen Rang.

The weeds in this place grow very tall, and the tallest one is more than one meter high. When Wen Rang bowed his body, the weeds were about to hide him.

He Shishen's trouser legs and hem of his shirt were already wet from the dew on the weeds. He pushed aside the weeds around him with his hands, but accidentally scratched the back of his hand by the thorns on the weeds.

After Wen Rang picked up a piece of Artemisia leaves under his feet, he stood up straight and prepared to pick another place. Only then did he feel the movement of someone behind him.

He didn't think much about it, and when he turned around, he saw He Shishen five meters away.

He Shishen was pushing aside the weeds on both sides, when he also saw Wen Rang on the opposite side.

At this moment, Wen Rang suddenly thought of a sentence he had read in a certain book: "Love is irresistible, it is impatient, it is the star wearing the moon to see you."

"Wen Rang!"

He Shishen's heart was beating extremely fast, and he immediately moved away and ran towards Wen Rang.

Hearing the other party call his name, his nerves trembled. He forgot to put the Artemisia leaves in the bamboo basket and held them tightly in his hands.

Even though they haven't seen each other for less than a day, the two of them feel as if they have been gone forever.

He Shishen rushed to Wen Rang, without saying anything, he hugged him into his arms.

Wen Rang smelled the familiar smell on He Shishen's body and was hugged tightly in his arms, only to realize that everything in front of him was real, and He Shishen was beside him at this moment.

The clothes of the two were covered with rain and dew, and they felt hot and humid. They hugged silently for a long time before He Shishen took his head out of the other's neck and shoulders.

"Wen Rang..." He Shishen looked into the other person's eyes and said, "I miss you."

The artemisia leaves in his hand seemed to be crushed, Wen Rang Benyin's face was so gloomy after staying up all night, and he turned a little red when he was called out like this by the other party.

"You're blushing, do you miss me too?" He Shishen asked with his head tilted slightly, wrapping his hands around the other's waist.

I thought about it, although Wen Rang was overwhelmed by the grief of his relative's death, but when he calmed down the whole night, he still thought of the other party, but Wen Rang didn't reply to the other party, but thought it was too late, He Shi Shin must have been drunk and fell asleep or something when he went out for a wedding.

"If you don't look at me, I'll pretend you miss me too." He Shishen looked away at the other party's dodging eyes.

Wen Rang felt shy when asked, although his face was expressionless and exhausted, the surprise in his heart was unspeakable.

"I miss you, and you left without a word, I can only come to you, will you be angry?" He Shishen pressed his forehead against the other's.

Wen Rang still avoided the other party's gaze and shook his head.

"I, I've been chasing you all night, I'm a little tired, can you let me kiss you?" He Shishen put his arms around the other's waist.

The morning breeze blew over the green weeds, and the cold air in early autumn was a bit heavy. The two of them seemed to be in some otherworldly fairyland.

When the wind blew up again, Wen Rang lightly kissed the other party's lips.

[The author has something to say: soon, soon, the catastrophe is approaching]