Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

After a rain, the temperature dropped.

Li Qingwen got up early in the morning, borrowed Aunt Xueying's electric bike to go to town, bought two bowls of clear soup, and hurriedly bought a set of men's clothes.

When I got home, Zhou Yongan hadn't gotten up yet.

Li Qingwen walked into the room quietly, looked at the face on the bed which was slightly pale due to hangover, squatted down, and stared at it quietly.

Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Zhou Yongan, are you still having breakfast?"

Zhou Yongan opened his eyes drowsily, with a bit of sleepiness and confusion in his eyes. He hummed vaguely twice, then closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Breakfast was never necessary for him.

Li Qingwen said helplessly: "Then I won't care about you anymore."

The Laojia brand clear soup is famous in the surrounding area. As soon as the lid is opened, the special fragrance fills the living room.

The skin was thin, the filling was tender, and the taste was rich. When she was halfway through eating, Zhou Yongan came out of the room with messy hair.

He was already wearing the shirt and pants she had bought that morning. The size was perfect, but the pair of dark blue sandals on his feet didn't quite match his noble temperament.

Li Qingwen withdrew his gaze.

She didn't prepare anything last night and just washed her face and went to bed. Now she has bought toothpaste, toothbrush and disposable face towels and placed them on the washstand.

Zhou Yongan came out after washing up, but didn't see Li Qingwen.

She went to the store to return the eDonkey, and Xueying asked her, "Did you go up the mountain last night?"

Li Qingwen felt empty inside: "Ah."

Xueying said: "Early in the morning, Uncle Dong went up the mountain for a walk and came back to say that someone had set the mountain on fire and it was completely bald."

Li Qingwen felt ashamed and quickly paid the bill.

Zhou Yongan had nothing to do after breakfast, so he sat on a small stool at home waiting for Li Qingwen. Seeing that she came back and was about to go out again, he took the bag from her hand.

Li Qingwen: "Just stay here."

Zhou Yongan's eyes fell on her dodging eyelashes, and he said in a light tone: "I should also burn some incense for Dad."

Li Qingwen paused and said paranoidly: "You don't have to care about this."

He will no longer be your dad.

As if he had seen through her concerns, he said calmly, "Are you afraid that the villagers will see me and it will be difficult to explain?"

Li Qingwen lowered his head and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yongan smiled and said, "Husband, colleague, student, future... friend, we have so many levels of relationship, you can say any of them is right."

Li Qingwen still followed him.

On the mountain, large areas of the mountains were burned black.

Zhou Yongan looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of shock and confusion, and turned to look at Li Qingwen.

Li Qingwen looked calm, and pursed his lips awkwardly.

Zhou Yongan: "Such a large area is burning, and you are still trying to put out the fire. Do you really think you are using yourself as a palm leaf fan?"

Li Qingwen: “…”

Zhou Yongan: "He was quite smart. He knew to stay in the upwind position and didn't let the fire surround him."

Li Qingwen: “…”

This is common sense, okay?

Too lazy to joke with him, Li Qingwen walked to the grave to burn paper money, while Zhou Yongan lit incense and knocked on the tombstone three times.

"Dad, I'm sorry I came to see you just now."

He held three incense sticks in his hand, mumbling: "I clearly agreed to take you abroad to meet foreigners when you recover. You can't speak English well, so I said I would be your translator. You also said that the taller the building in the village, the more impressive it would be. I also promised to sponsor you for two floors, and told you the card password. You said you wanted to have a granddaughter, but now that you're gone, Qingwen doesn't want to be friends with me anymore, Dad—"

"What are you talking about? Light up the incense." Li Qingwen said.

Zhou Yongan helplessly pressed his finger again: "Dad, don't worry and go well. I will treat Qingwen well for the rest of my life."

Li Qingwen glared at him sideways, snatched the incense from his hand and stuck it into the soil in front of the grave.

The paper money would continue to burn for a while, so the two stood at the grave for a while.

This hilltop is full of graves, and I wonder how many ancestors of the village are buried here.

Li Qingwen had been familiar with this hill since she was a child, so she didn't look scared. But when she thought of Zhou Yongan, she couldn't help but ask, "How dare you come to the cemetery at 11 or 12 o'clock last night? Aren't you scared?"

How could she not be afraid? He had hurt her so badly, and all the dead bodies on the mountain were from her village. Who knew if they would rise up and drag this unfaithful man into hell?

Zhou Yongan frowned: "I silently recite prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, the rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity..."

"..."

There were villagers digging sweet potatoes on the mountain. When they saw them, they greeted them from afar: "Is that Wenwen? Come and burn incense for your father."

Li Qingwen turned around and saw that it was Uncle Cheng. He responded in dialect, but Zhou Yongan couldn't understand.

The uncle said something again, and Li Qingwen responded to him.

Zhou Yongan: "Speaking bird language again."

Li Qingwen: "He said you are tall and asked me to take you over to show him."

Zhou Yongan became happy again: "Then let's go."

Li Qingwen: "I told you that you were shy, so I rejected it for you."

Zhou Yongan muttered, "It won't cost me anything to meet him."

Li Qingwen looked at him and said, "If you don't mind, go ahead."

Zhou Yongan was very happy that he finally had the opportunity to formally meet Li Qingwen’s fellow villagers.

He confidently walked up to Uncle Cheng who was busy in the sweet potato field, and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Uncle."

Uncle Cheng stopped what he was doing, looked up at Zhou Yongan, and after looking him up and down, he nodded with satisfaction, a simple and lovely smile on his face.

He praised Zhou Yongan in his native dialect, but unfortunately Zhou Yongan didn't understand a word he said and Li Qingwen didn't translate for him, so he could only nod and say "yes" stupidly.

Zhou Yongan said to Li Qingwen, "Is there a man as handsome as me in your village?"

Li Qingwen did not deny: "So, Uncle Cheng may be very enthusiastic, don't be afraid."

Before Zhou Yongan could react, Uncle Cheng patted and touched his arm.

Uncle Cheng seemed to have found a confidant. He patted Zhou Yongan's shoulders and chest enthusiastically, then went around behind him and put his arms around Zhou Yongan's waist like he was hugging a tree trunk.

Zhou Yongan was a little embarrassed, but he still kept smiling and tried his best to look decent.

He glanced at Li Qingwen who was only smiling: "...You don't have to be so enthusiastic."

Li Qingwen couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Cheng praised your good physique, why don't you say thank you quickly."

Zhou Yongan smiled helplessly: "Thank you."

When they left the sweet potato field, Uncle Cheng insisted on giving them the fragrant and sticky sweet potatoes that he grew himself. Li Qingwen refused, but Zhou Yongan happily took the bag of incense and paper money to get it.

After finishing the housework and rushing back to Licheng, Zhou Yongan could no longer lift the dozens of kilograms of sweet potatoes: "Please lend a hand."

Li Qingwen said decisively: "Just throw it away."

Zhou Yongan looked at her squandering appearance and wondered who she learned this bad habit from.

He was just thinking about letting her taste the delicious food from her hometown in Licheng.

Finally, faced with the fact that he had limited physical strength, Zhou Yongan gave the sweet potatoes to the tricycle driver, who then took them to the station.

In the car, Zhou Yongan received Lin Sen's call and began to handle various business matters. Li Qingwen stared at the receding scenery of his hometown outside the window in a trance.

Just like that, he came in a hurry and left in a hurry.