Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

In a county town under Raocheng, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was blowing hard, but the rain had not yet fallen.

Li Qingwen's cell phone was out of battery and he didn't bring a power bank, so he had to walk three kilometers back home to charge it with a data cable.

After turning on the phone, the screen displayed several missed calls and messages from Zhou Yongan.

Li Qingwen frowned after reading it, knowing that he had forgotten to tell him, and immediately called him back.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that I went back to Raocheng." She was worried that Zhou Yongan would be angry, but still felt it necessary to explain.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yongan's voice was calm and flat: "Yes."

Hearing his answer, Li Qingwen paused. It turned out that she was overthinking it. They were about to get divorced, so why should others still worry about her?

She didn't explain further. Worried that no one would take care of Little Wukong, she added, "Ask Mrs. Fan if she needs to feed Little Wukong today. If she does, bring some dry food and water. Little Wukong can't eat dry dog ​​food."

Zhou Yongan simply hummed again.

Li Qingwen knew that he didn't care about Xiao Wukong, but she had no other choice at the moment.

"I'll be back tomorrow." She said and hung up the phone.

Afterwards, she sent a message to Tong Xiao, and hurried out to the village shop to buy incense.

Aunt Xueying saw her coming back and buying cigarettes and paper money for the dead, and said, "Don't go up the mountain so late. There are only snakes in the mountains, not ghosts. Just burn some at home."

Li Qingwen nodded perfunctorily.

He turned around, picked up a bag of paper money and ghost money, took a pair of candles and some incense sticks, and set off for the mountains.

Under the cover of night, the mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel, and the flashlight beam swayed in the darkness.

It’s so dark at night in my hometown that you can’t see your hand in front of you.

Li Qingwen felt more and more guilty as he walked forward, but he could not back down.

After being scolded by Lao Fei in the morning, she finally remembered what day it was. Then she thought that Lao Fei was probably... possessed by her father?

Otherwise, why would he scold her like that? It was because she dared to forget such an important day.

When he arrived at his father's grave, Li Qingwen squatted down and began to place paper money and ghost money.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and she tried to light the paper money, but it was blown out every time.

"Dad, are you blaming me?" Li Qingwen muttered to himself to give himself courage.

There were frequent sounds of artillery shells in the sky, and Li Qingwen muttered in his heart, praying that it would rain after she had burned all the paper money.

Finally, the paper money was burned.

The flames jumped in the night, but the wind was too strong and the fire spread quickly.

Li Qingwen started to put out the fire in panic. He picked up a wooden stick and put out the fire vigorously.

The wind was terribly fierce, the fire was growing bigger and bigger, and Li Qingwen's heart was growing heavier and heavier.

In an instant, Li Qingwen had already thought of tomorrow's news in Raocheng - a fire was set on the mountain late at night, and the top of the hill in Lijia Village was burned bare overnight.

Li Qingwen kept beating the crap out of his face, which was covered in sweat and dirt, and his clothes were also burnt in several places by sparks.

She had seen her father making fire and weeding when he came to worship her grandfather before. She was scared when she saw such a big fire, but the men were always confident. They insisted that the fire would not go far and would not reach the bamboo forest.

Now, no one whispers these big words in her ears anymore.

There was no more voice to comfort her.

Seeing the fire spreading relentlessly and getting more and more intense, Li Qingwen felt helpless for a moment as he was the only one on the entire hill trying to put out the fire.

The sound of the wind was like a ghost howling, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the occasional lightning strike would scare Li Qingwen.

The probability of being struck by lightning at the top of a mountain is very high.

Just then, it started raining.

The raindrops fell one by one, big drops falling down.

Li Qingwen wailed and lay down on the ground, exhausted, in the endless darkness.

She almost became a celebrity in this world, a notorious mountain-burning bandit.

"Why did you give birth to me..." but don't love me.

She asked in a low voice, tears blurred by the rain in her tired eyes.

Another loud thunder sounded in the sky, and Li Qingwen was startled.

Soon, heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting her, and all the paper money and ghost money were destroyed.

"Why did you fall in love with that person when you knew that marriage was unreliable?" she asked loudly, but the only sounds of rain and thunder answered her.

She stood in the rain, letting the rain wash over her body.

"Li Qingwen!"

Why did she lose both her parents at such a young age?

"Li Qingwen!"

Why are men always fickle? She doesn't want to love Zhou Yongan anymore...

"Li Qingwen!"

Was it an auditory hallucination? Li Qingwen stopped sobbing. The flashlight flickered in the rain and her eyes were blurred by tears.

On the distant hilltop, a faint light was gradually approaching her, as if passing through the pitch-black night.

"Is that you, Li Qingwen?" A familiar voice echoed in the rainy night. It was Zhou Yongan.

Li Qingwen was stunned. Was this the call of a ghost or a real human voice?

How could Zhou Yongan appear here at this time? Her heart was filled with doubts and fear.

All the sadness in my heart gushed out of my eyes like a spring, turned into rain and mixed with my tears.

Li Qingwen walked through the mud and stood at his father's grave, hesitating whether to run towards the light source or turn around and flee.

Zhou Yongan walked closer and shone the light from his mobile phone on Li Qingwen with an incredulous look on his face.

This woman...

This disheveled woman, in the middle of the night, was soaking wet, her face was as pale as paper, her clothes and hair were disheveled, and she looked like a ghost that had just been fished out of the water.

She's still blowing snot bubbles at him.

"Don't you have tomorrow? You are so bold. Do you know that there are mountains of wandering ghosts surrounding you?" Zhou Yongan's voice was particularly loud in the rainy night. Although weakened by the sound of rain, it was still full of anger and worry.

After he finished yelling, he handed the umbrella in his hand to Li Qingwen, then quickly took off his coat and put it on her.

In an instant, the warmth that surged in his heart made Li Qingwen cry uncontrollably. His hot tears and rain intertwined together to form a series of sad tracks.

Am I dreaming? It doesn't seem real.

Zhou Yongan pulled her tightly into his arms, using his strong chest to shield her from the wind and rain.

He patted Li Qingwen's back gently and whispered to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

The more he comforted her, the more Li Qingwen lost control of her emotions and cried even harder.

After crying for a while, she gradually calmed down and looked at Zhou Yongan with trembling eyelashes: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Yongan gently stroked Li Qingwen's cold face with his warm palms, his eyes full of heartache and tenderness: "I came here because I was worried about you. Let's talk about it when we get down the mountain."