The mist and rain are light and the silk is slow, and the love is deep and the fate is unknown. - To the time when Zhan Lian is in peace.

The car kept stopping and drove from Kyoto to Fengquan Town.

There are no gongs and drums, no whine, and no small white flowers.

More than a dozen black cars drove into this small town full of thousands of years of history and many beautiful legends were circulated.

One day and one night.

The rain is still falling.

From Kyoto, here.

I never stopped along the way.

It seems that time has stopped.

I stopped for the day when the rain was heavy and no longer moved forward.

The town has gray walls and green tiles, which are wet by the rain. One building next to another, just like an ink painting, which is durable for a long time.

The raindrops are thin and shallow, not the heavy rain of yesterday, but the place is silently falling like a needle, leaving traces after trace.

The plants and trees were wet by the rain, layer after layer. They were too lazy to shake their bodies, letting the rain accumulate and drip themselves, and to where they should go.

The thousand-year-old stone road was washed clean and thoroughly by rain, and even the veins above could be seen clearly, as if it was about to reveal what it was a thousand years ago.

Or, it is welcoming the arrival of that man.

"Oh, it's raining for a day and a night, why is it still falling? Isn't it all the beginning of summer? I thought I'd put all the thick clothes in when it was hot, but I didn't expect it to be cold now! It's chilly!

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"Who knows it, we can't control God's affairs."

Because of the constant rain and the coolness hit, every household could not come out. Even those who do business and stall set up their own things were put into the shop and hid inside to see how long the rain was ready.

Neighbors have nothing to do, so everyone organizes a party, either sitting at a small square table playing bridge, or sitting at a mahjong table playing mahjong, or sitting in a small bamboo chair to make a cup of tea, grab a big handful of melon seeds and stir-fried peanuts

Sitting under the eaves, eating melon seeds, watching the rain, chatting.

Everyone is very leisurely, but it is their daily life.

It's simple, without any major ups and downs, and the whole life has passed by in a simple way.

"Sher."

The sound of brakes came, and black cars were parked on the side of the road.

Hearing this sound, the leisurely uncle and aunt watched.

The body of the car was black, without any variegated color, one after another, lined up in a straight line, quiet and solemn.

The car door opened, the black umbrella was stretched out, and people in black got out one by one.

Seeing this, everyone was just taking a look at it casually, but now everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the scene in the drizzle without moving.

Dozens of people, all in black, stood outside the car.

They looked at a car in the middle, the door opened and the dark coffin was lifted out of it.

Fu Cheng Tony walked in front, followed by the coffin, and the others were divided into two rows and followed the coffin forward.

silent.

Silent.

Everything is silent.

Even the drizzle was quiet.

It should be sad, it should be sobbing, it should tell everyone that another life will fall.

But no.

Everything here is silent, just like the deepest and darkest place, without sorrow and pain, only loneliness that lasts for thousands of years.

The steps were heavy, and the group walked forward step by step, with a silent expression.

People on both sides looked at the scene in the rain, watched them approach quietly, then walked away, gradually disappearing into the rain.

It is time to gossip, but there is no discussion.

They just looked, looked.

Forgot what they should do now.

The dead leaves are deep, buried with traces of time, covering countless years, day and night.

At this moment, a group of people stood in the deep and quiet forest.

They are all in deep clothes, standing in two rows next to them.

Feng Yuan stood in front, Yinzhi stood behind her.

They stood under towering ancient trees without holding umbrellas, and even if the rain fell on them, they didn't care.

They looked ahead, the coffin gradually appeared in the rain, with a calm expression.

Pick, pick...

The raindrops fell along with the branches and leaves, hitting the countless dead leaves, sighing like plants and trees.

Helpless, helpless.

Fu Cheng looked at the person in front of him and walked forward steadily until he stopped in front of Feng Yuan, lowering his head: "I'll trouble you from behind."

Feng Yuan looked at Yinzhi, Yinzhi nodded and raised her hand to the person behind her.

Soon, they stepped forward and replaced the man carrying the coffin.

Eight people, three left and two front and back.

The two sides handed over, without any words.

Feng Yuan turned around and walked forward, and the coffin followed. They stepped on dead branches in this dense forest, walking further and further away.

Fu Cheng stood there and watched, and so were the others.

After his death, he sent him to Fengquan Town and handed it to Feng Yuan, which was also Zhan Lianshi's order.

As for what is left to Feng Yuan, there is no need to worry about it or ask about it.

There is no need to worship him or keep a guard.

He doesn't need anything.

Just like his short life, he came and went calmly.

That's good.

Deep in the forest, the rain and fog were heavy, and the group gradually disappeared into the fog, without a trace.

The deep sound of the creaking leaves also disappeared.

Everything returns to peace.

Only the sound of the slap raindrops still fell.

Everything has not changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

Fu Cheng turned around and looked at the person behind him: "Please fulfill Mr. Zhan's last wish."

After saying that, Fu Cheng bowed.

Tony stood there, tears wet his eyes.

He looked up and looked at the ancient tree that seemed to be towering into the sky.

Zhan Lianshi, is this what you want?

Are you really willing to give up?

...

Half a month later.

Turin.

"Wow! Mommy, we have made a lot of things and can be sold!"

"This time I can definitely sell a lot of money!"

Early in the morning, Zhan Keke took out the gadgets she and Lin Lian made during the period and was very happy.

Half a month ago, Lin Lian suddenly felt unwell and the doctor could not see any problems. However, after she recovered for a few days, she gradually recovered.

Zhan Keke was frightened for several days, and Lin Lian finally recovered, and she gradually returned to her former cheerful and lively life.

Lin Lian was in better health and accompanied her to make gadgets, draw, read books, and tell stories. Zhan Keke forgot about the fear of those days.

As Lin Lian's health gradually improved, Lin Qinru also felt relieved and left Turin last week.

He knew that this would be fine between friends.
To be continued...