Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 141 Qimen ([-]) Duan Zijin stood on the street paved with bluestone slabs, looking at the fading red clouds in the sky, he almost burst into tears.

Although the ancient town is not big, she can't go door to door looking for it, right?Besides, there are large and small mountain courtyards and tea houses around this village, where can she find him?

Not only did Jiang Lin have a fever, but the wound was still infected...

Thinking of this, her heart seemed to be scalded by something, and it hurt badly.

Just when she was looking around and had no idea, a fast bicycle rushed over from nowhere, Duan Zijin heard someone shouting something in dialect behind her, probably saying that the brakes were broken and called Pedestrians quickly get out of the way.

She instinctively turned her body to the side of the road, it didn't matter on this side, but she found that there was an old beggar with limited mobility in the middle of the road not far away!

He has a pale face and is skinny, sitting on a small couch with wheels like a skateboard, probably trying to cross the road.After dawdling halfway, I heard someone shouting on the road.He raised his head and saw clearly the out-of-control bicycle coming straight towards him, his face suddenly became panic and fear.

Duan Zijin was shocked, rushed up without thinking, grabbed the couch, and pulled the old beggar to the side of the road with all his strength.

As a result, she exerted too much force, not only did she lose her footing, and turned around, the couch also bumped into the tea stand on the side of the road. Fortunately, she just rushed into a pile of empty baskets, and she was fine.

But Duan Zijin himself was not so lucky, the bicycle almost passed her back, and the child on the bicycle managed to avoid her by swiping the handlebars to the left. Even so, the handlebars still hit the On her back, the pain was so painful that her bone was about to break.The bicycle finally took advantage of this hard bump, slowed down, and finally stopped on the side of the road.

There was a sudden commotion on the road. The child probably knew that he had gotten into trouble, so he picked up his bicycle and ran away.

Whose children are so uneducated?Duan Zijin stared at the direction in which the child was running away, feeling a burning pain in his back.

Many passers-by surrounded her and asked if she wanted to go to the hospital. Duan Zijin forced a smile, "Thank you everyone, I'm fine."

Jiang Lin's whereabouts are unknown, life and death are uncertain, how can she have time to go to the hospital?

Enduring the pain, Duan Zijin walked to the tea stall, apologized to the owner, and helped the old beggar out.

After a few minutes, passers-by also gradually dispersed.

The old beggar stroked his chest in shock, gasping for breath as he spoke, "Thank you, girl! Thanks to you..."

"It's okay, you're not injured, are you?" Duan Zijin squatted down, her slightly tight blouse was supported by her curved back, her skin rubbed against the material, her brows could not help but wrinkle a lot.

The old beggar shook his head and waved his hands, "I'm not hurt, girl, thank you..."

"That's good." Duan Zijin pulled the corner of his lower lip, and said goodbye to him, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

As soon as she turned around to leave, she heard the old beggar behind her calling her in a hoarse voice: "Girl, the clothes behind you are torn, are you hurt? I'll take you to the medical clinic, which is just beside the street. It's very close, so I won't delay your work!"

Duan Zijin was very grateful and helpless for his kindness, and was about to decline politely, when he suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkened.

She turned her head and stared at the old beggar with burning eyes, "Old man, are you from the town?"

"Yes!"

Duan Zi hurriedly said: "I'm not going to the clinic! Old man, can you take me to another place?"

……

In front of you, there is a gatehouse in the style of a flying brick stele. On the left and right sides of the wall tower are inlaid with a stone sculpture of dragon, phoenix and auspicious clouds.On both sides of the high and wide gate, two gate drums stand opposite each other.Behind the door is a courtyard with blue tiles and white walls. The deep walls are claustrophobic, the horse's head is raised, and the wall lines are patchwork.

Elegant and traditional Hui-style architecture, elegant and well-mannered, with exquisite details, every brick and tile reveals a nobility that ordinary people can't match.

It’s just that this nobility is already in the past——

The mottled walls, the moss between the stone crevices, and the wind-eroded plaque all bear witness to the decline and fall of a great family.

This place used to be Jiang Lin's mother's natal home.

On the plaque, a big "Chen" character can still be recognized.

Duan Zijin's hands began to tremble involuntarily.

She clenched her five fingers, stepped forward a few steps, and reached out to push the wooden door.

The old beggar originally thought that she was just an ordinary tourist, who came to visit casually, but she didn't expect her posture at the moment, as if she was about to go in.

He immediately stopped her: "Girl, what are you going to do?"

Duan Zijin paused, and replied in a low voice, "I'll go in and find someone."

"This yard has been abandoned for a long time, and the people in it have been evacuated long ago."

Duan Zijin gave an "um", but didn't explain too much.

When she visited the Chen Zhou family this afternoon, she asked her where the Chen family ancestral hall was.At that time, Mrs. Chen Zhou looked at her meaningfully for a long time, and did not ask her why she suddenly inquired about this, but only replied that the ancestral hall built by the Chen family was in the backyard of the old house.

For the others, Chen Zhou refused to say more.The four of them were also unwilling to tell the old man the news of Jiang Lin's disappearance, making her worry in vain...

Regardless of the old beggar's dissuasion, Duan Zijin stretched out her hand and pushed, the two closed doors remained motionless, and a thin layer of soil fell on her hands.

how come?After being stunned for a few seconds, she resolutely pushed twice more.

The old beggar also moved closer on the small couch, pointed to the oddly shaped object on the door and said, "This door is locked from the outside, there can be no one inside."

Duan Zijin's heart was seized by a huge panic in an instant.

Could it be that Jiang Lin didn't come to Qimen at all?Had he been caught by those who wanted to use him against him?

"Girl, who are you going in to find?" the old beggar asked.

"I..." Duan Zijin said with a hoarse voice, "Looking for my boyfriend, he knows the hostess of this house."

"Your boyfriend?" The old beggar looked at her, this girl looked only in her twenties, how old could her boyfriend be?He mused, "This yard was unoccupied 40 to [-] years ago. How could he know the Chen family? Did you find the wrong person? There are other families surnamed Chen in the town. Let me take you there to see them?"

"No, it's this family!" Duan Zijin shook her head, she was about to go crazy, but her mind was still calm, "He has some connections with this family, and he would come here every year to burn paper and offer incense to Ms. Chen Miaoqing..."

The jade pot cooks the bitter snow, and the skillful hands try the clear tea.These words refer to the talented girl Chen Miaoqing who was born in the Chen family 51 years ago and who is extremely enlightened in the way of cooking and appreciating tea.

The old beggar's face froze, and his expression was even more unnatural than when he heard her mention the Chen family half an hour ago.

After a while, he said in a cold voice, "Chen Miaoqing, she's not in the Chen family's ancestral hall."

"What?" Duan Zijin was taken aback.

"What she did back then shamed the Chen family and even the entire Qimen family." The old beggar still gritted his teeth when he mentioned this, and he calmed down after saying this, "Old Mrs. A punishment has been established, Chen Miaoqing...is not allowed to be sacrificed in life, and not allowed to enter the temple after death."

Duan Zijin was shocked, and vaguely understood why the bosses of the dried fruit store and the hardware store all mentioned the Chen family with disgusting expressions on their faces.

So it was because of Jiang Lin's mother!

But what the hell did she do?

Huizhou is the birthplace of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism. Since the Song and Ming dynasties, Confucianism has been extremely respected.Not being sacrificed at birth, not entering the temple at death, is tantamount to removing her from the family tree and completely severing ties with her.

Such a severe punishment...

The more Duan Zijin thinks about it, the more she doesn't understand.

Even if Chen Miaoqing married a foreigner, it would definitely not be able to embarrass the entire Qimen.

What happened that year?

The last gleam of the setting sun was swallowed up by the night, and the cool wind blew by, engraving the chill of late spring into her bones.

Duan Zijin tightened his windbreaker, carefully recalling the details of seven years ago.

When Jiang Lin booked the ticket, she did not hide it from her. She clearly saw the words "Yucheng-Huangshan" on the ticket. She was sure that Jiang Lin must have come here seven years ago, so Chen Miaoqing must be buried in Qimen.

It's just that she didn't expect that she wasn't enshrined in the Chen family's ancestral hall...

Where will that be?

The mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly, Duan Zijin hurriedly took it out to answer the phone, and Shao Yucheng asked eagerly: "How is it, any news?"

Duan Zijin briefly explained how she had gone about finding someone, and finally said: "In this way, you should keep an eye on Yu Cheng's movements first, and tell me as soon as there is any news about him."

Shao Yucheng was slightly startled, "What are you going to do?"

"Jiang Lin stays in Qimen for several days every year, so it's impossible to visit her just once." Duan Zijin looked at the cold moonlight in the sky, his lips opened and closed quietly, "I'll take care of all the cemeteries in Qimen tonight. Find them all."

After finding Chen Miaoqing's tombstone, she guarded it there.

If Jiang Lin is really in Qimen right now, he will always visit his mother tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"Duan You, are you crazy?" Shao Yucheng yelled at her on the phone in disbelief, "Do you know what time it is? You went to the cemetery to find a monument in the middle of the night?"

His excitement contrasted with Duan Zijin's expressionless composure, "Otherwise, you have a better way? Or do you ask someone to check all the hotels in Qimen?"

That's even more unlikely.

There are not only hotels in Qimen, but also countless farmhouses. Who knows where Jiang Lin lives?

The person on the other end of the phone was suddenly at a loss for words, and Duan Zijin asked in a low voice, "When will the people you sent arrive? When they arrive, let them look for it with me."

Shao Yucheng discussed with the two people next to him, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, I understand, our people will arrive in an hour and a half. Your mobile phone must be kept in communication status at all times, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence when he heard a soft laugh coming from the loudspeaker of his mobile phone.

"What are you laughing at?" Shao Yucheng asked.

"It's nothing." Duan Zijin stared at the tip of his shoe and said calmly, "I'll hang up first."

She was actually laughing, the three of them actually cared about her.

Is this an endorsement in disguise?

In other words, sincerity is what makes gold and stone open?

"Duan You." The voice changed over there, it was low and indifferent, but it was more shockingly cold than Night Breeze.

It's Fu Yan.

Duan Zijin was startled, as if he was a little puzzled by his sudden answering of the phone, "What?"

Fu Yan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "If you can find your eldest brother safely this time, you...don't leave again."

On the quiet ancient road, a wind suddenly blew up.

Duan Zijin stood in front of the gate of Chen's house, eyes downcast, her brows and eyes were covered by her disheveled long hair, but her whole body seemed to be turned into an immovable stone.

After a long time, she nodded, even though she understood that the person on the phone could not see at all, "Well, good."

don't go.

After six years of missing, how could she be willing to leave again?

*

The ancient town is built by mountains and rivers. On the mountain to the north of the town, there is a quaint temple hidden among the green forests on the mountainside.

At night, the monasteries in the mountains are much colder than those in the mountains.

The night was as cool as water, and the moonlight entered the house. In the backyard, the old abbot asked the young monk who was carrying water: "Have you brought back all the medicines prescribed by the medical center in the town this afternoon?"

The little monk saluted respectfully, "Master, I have taken them all back and are frying them in the kitchen. Doctor Zhang also prescribed some external compresses, and I will send them to Benefactor Jiang in a while."

Counting the days, that man with extraordinary temperament would arrive at the temple one or two days earlier every year. Only this year, on the day of the death of the deceased, he arrived after noon.

He was in a hurry when he arrived, his face was pale and haggard, and he almost fainted before he could say a few words.After resting for more than half an hour, I left for the cemetery in the back mountain.

Most of the burials in the cemetery at the back of the temple are homeless, unidentified, or people who committed crimes during their lifetime. Few ordinary people are willing to bury their relatives in the temple, so the cemetery at the back of the mountain, There have been few outsiders visiting for many years.

However, Jiang benefactor is an exception.

The little monk poured the boiled Chinese medicine into a porcelain bowl, held it with one hand, and touched his ear with the other hand, and sent it back and forth into the wing room.

The light in the wing room was dim, and a handsome and deep man was sitting at the table, wearing a suit jacket, holding a pen in his right hand, copying scriptures stroke by stroke.

The floating moonlight fell on his tightly pursed lips, sharp nose bridge and haughty chin. His side face was unparalleled, with seriousness and solemnity engraved in his eyebrows and eyes, which was almost shocking to people's hearts.

It's just that he looks very weak - although the word weak, in the young monk's impression, is completely incomparable with the majestic man in front of him...

Hey, so tangled!

When the little monk looked at him in a daze, the man suddenly raised his left hand and clenched it into an empty fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed heavily.He frowned tightly, looking very painful.

The little monk came back to his senses in fright, "Sir!"

Jiang Lin raised his eyes, glanced at the medicine bowl in his hand, and pursed his lips even tighter, "I'm sorry to trouble you, little master."

The copied scriptures were neatly stacked on the table, the young monk found an open space and put down the medicine bowl, "Sir, don't say that, this is what I should do."

The monks are compassionate, not to mention that Master Jiang donates a lot of sesame oil money to the temple every year.

"Drink the medicine first." The little monk licked his lower lip and tentatively said, "Why don't I copy this year's scriptures for you?"

Every year, this man would spend a few days living in the monastery to copy the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra" seven times.

The Ksitigarbha Sutra records the process of birth, aging, sickness and death of all living beings, and it is most appropriate to copy them to the deceased.

Jiang Lin said lightly: "Thank you little master for your kindness. This is a scripture copied for my mother, Jiang Lin dare not neglect."

What a persistent donor!

The little monk was dumbfounded for a while, and said with a dry smile: "Then I'll go out first, if you need anything, call me again."

Jiang Linwei nodded, watched him leave, and slid his fingers across the mobile phone screen on the table. The words "No Service" were still in the upper left corner.

When he opened his eyes this morning, he realized that the day had come.He didn't have time to hesitate, and rushed here without stopping.

Sweeping graves, burning paper, chanting scriptures, when he finally remembered that he should tell the people around him...

The signal in the mountains was still unable to make calls.

Either way.

The people who want to find him outside have probably turned the sky upside down.

But no matter how many people there are, there is no one who is the only one he wants to see.

Jiang Lin laughed at himself, focused on the scriptures in his hand, and continued to copy.

*

According to the old beggar, there are four cemeteries in the ancient town.She followed the path he pointed and went to the biggest one first.

Unlike the cold and orderly steles in cemeteries in big cities, most people in the town are still used to stacking their graves into small hills.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, so she walked through the cemetery alone with a flashlight.

Numbness in the scalp, weakness in the calves...

Duan Zijin bit her lip, endured the discomfort all over her body, and walked forward step by step, not letting go of the wooden signs stuck in every hillock.

In the woods, I don't know what is calling in a low voice, the voice is sharp and strange, fast and slow, echoing in the air, piercing her eardrum...

It seems to be right behind her!

Duan Zijin pinched her thigh with her left hand, and kept telling herself, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...

The next moment, someone grabbed her bag!

Duan Zijin's face turned pale in an instant, she froze in place and did not dare to move, the fear in her heart grew bigger and bigger, within a second, all the bloody scenes in all the ghost movies and horror movies she had ever watched flooded into her mind.

She didn't even dare to breathe, her chest hurt from holding her breath, and the tension and fear almost engulfed her.

"...Who?" Duan Zijin asked cautiously.

The only answer to her was the wind.

After a long time, I didn't wait for the people behind me to make any other movements.

She turned her head sharply.

But it turned out that it was just a branch from a nearby dwarf tree, hanging on her backpack.

The tense nerves seemed to be loosened in an instant, and seemed to be broken.

Tears that had been held back for a day suddenly fell.

Duan Zi fell down and sat on the ground, weeping gradually, "Jiang Lin, where are you, where are you..."

When you can love, you don't know how to cherish it, but when you want to love, it's a luxury to even see each other.

It is my fault.I know it's wrong.

Can you come out?

Duan Zijin's slender fingers were deeply buried in the soil, and his suppressed cry stirred the cold air.

Sadness can't stop.

She stood up with the ground under her feet, staggered and continued to walk forward.

Cen Bo's lips were bitten by Duan Zijin's white teeth, and she felt that she was about to collapse.

After seeing the entire cemetery, when she came out, she vomited for a long time while holding on to the stone pier at the door, almost vomiting bile.

At first glance, she was the scariest thing in the whole cemetery.

The people Shao Yucheng and the others arranged soon arrived, and they went to the other three cemeteries respectively, but like her, they found nothing.

The old beggar's last words before he left sounded in his ears: "There is a temple on the mountain to the north, and there is a cemetery on the mountain behind the temple. But most of the people buried there are anonymous people, and there are some bandits with unclean lives. Girl, I advise you not to go up the mountain to waste your energy, no one will bury their relatives and friends there."

monastery, monastery...

Duan Zijin leaned on the stone pier, looking at the mountains in the north of the ancient town, and the stone steps leading to the high place.

This seems to be the last way.

Or it might not work at all.

*

"Master, master!" In the middle of the night, the little monk knocked on the old abbot's door, "A female benefactor fainted outside the mountain gate!"

Hearing this, the abbot put on his outer robe and rushed out. When he saw the unconscious woman in front of the monastery, he couldn't help being shocked——

This mountain has thousands of stone steps from the foot of the mountain to the monastery. Not to mention the ruggedness, it is still night...

How did she get up on such a difficult night road?