summer thunderstorm

Wuming Village is at the foot of Wuming Mountain, and there is a desolate land on the other side. People in the village regard this land as a place of requiem, and bury generations of villagers.

Today is not Qingming, and there are not many people who come to the Land of Requiem to sweep graves. The tomb in the southwest is a bit larger than the others. There is no weed on the tomb, and it is obvious that people often take care of it. There is also a grave at the moment The man is in front of the grave, some fruits and some incense candles have been placed, and the man gently sprinkles the wine in his hand on the grave.

Not far behind the man, a boy was waddling among several weeds, chasing a few bugs in his eyes, and his innocent and immature face was full of curiosity.

"Ze'er," the man put down the bottle, called the child's attention, and beckoned him to come over.

When the originally lively child heard the man's voice, he immediately turned his head and smiled happily. The deciduous teeth hadn't grown yet, and the few grins outside his mouth made him look very cute.

"Father... Daddy...hug~" The boy was still walking unsteadily, but he ran not slowly, and stretched out his hand for the man to hug.

The man bent down and touched his head dotingly, and picked him up, "We are leaving, say hello to the two uncles."

"En!" The boy nodded heavily, and then turned to the grave and said very seriously: "Uncle Xiang Chen, Uncle Jing Ming, Ze'er is going back with Daddy, goodbye uncles."

The child's voice is milky, and the articulation is not particularly clear. People can't help but feel sorry for him, and even envy the child's parents.

After the boy finished speaking, he wrapped his hands around his father's neck and went out in the morning. It was almost noon now, and the boy was already a little sleepy.Seeing him yawning a little, the man felt sorry for him, and said softly, "Ze'er, go to sleep."

With his father's permission, the boy lay on his father's shoulder, and fell asleep after a while. The man chuckled, took the cloak he brought in the morning and wrapped it around the child.

"Qiu Yu, come and see them." An old voice came from behind the man, the man turned his head, saluted respectfully, and then replied, "Master He, you are here too."

"Hehe, Qiu Yu is still so polite." The visitor looked about 50 or [-] years old, but he was full of white hair. He held a bamboo basket in his hand, slowly took incense paper money from the bamboo basket, and lit them one by one.

Today is the anniversary of the death of He Xiangchen and Nie Jingming. In the past few years, Xia Qiuyu has come back to visit the grave, and after the birth of his son, he will also bring him here. Xia Qiuyu always feels a little guilty about the old man in front of him.

One was standing, the other was squatting, neither of them spoke, and the child in his arms was sleeping peacefully.

"I heard that Jinglei passed the throne to the Seventh Prince Luo Jingyuan a few days ago." He Shuyun burned the paper money and said casually, "Oh, back then your father agreed to help you because of your sister Xia Qiuhan's momentary obsession. Luo Jinglei ascended the throne, and after more than ten years of meticulous arrangements, now it is cheaper for that kid."

Xia Qiuyu remained silent. He had already received the news of the abdication yesterday. He had been waiting, waiting for that person to return, gently patting the sleeping child in his arms with one hand.

"Let's not talk about that anymore," He Shuyun got up and patted the ashes on his body, and focused on the child. The child's name is Chengze, who inherits their kindness. Xia Qiuyu wants the child to always accept their kindness. He sighed slightly, "Chengze It's almost birthday, let's do it in my He family this year, so that my old man will be lively too.",

"En, good." Xia Qiuyu nodded. He usually lives on the mountain, but many people down the mountain know the origin of the child. Even the child's full moon wine, hundred-day banquet and birthday are held at Aunt Sun's house at the foot of the mountain. This year, he wanted to wait for Luo Jinglei to come, and the two of them would hold a simple birthday banquet for the child on the mountain, but now that He Shuyun asked, he would naturally not refuse.

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"Master, everything is ready."

"Master, the carriage is already waiting outside the residence."

"Well, let's go."

Returning from Wuming Village three years ago, Luo Jinglei would always live in the Wenzhu Garden of the Xia Mansion at night, and now he is also starting from the Xia Mansion, and there are many people standing beside the carriage.

"Jinglei, if you have time, I will accompany Yu'er to go home and have a look. Our old couple has been thinking about it all the time." This is the Xia family couple who came to explain.

"Jinglei, send our greetings to Mr. Yeluqi and I will take care of everything in a few years, and go to Wuming Mountain to accompany you!" These are Ouyang Fengmao and Yeluqi who were left behind by Luo Jinglei to assist Luo Jingyuan.

"Brother Huang, be careful all the way." Naturally, this is Luo Jingyuan, the current saint.

Luo Jinglei nodded his goodbyes to everyone, boarded the carriage, and led his hidden guards along the way.

Even though Luo Jinglei in the carriage was calm on the face, he became more and more expectant in his heart. Two years ago, he got information about their children. He even recovered his memory with the help of Shen Nianfeng, the Patriarch of the Shen family, a year ago. Even so, he persisted for three years and handed over everything, leaving Luo Jinglei, who belonged to Xia Qiuyu.

Yin Yi was driving the car, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment, because he was ordered to arrive before the little master's birthday, but they didn't leave early, and Yin Yi rushed to Wuming Village on the little master's birthday .

The He family in Wuming Village hasn’t been so lively in three years, and He Shuyun hasn’t been so happy in three years, holding a jade-like doll in red, teasing and kissing from time to time, and the little baby is also obediently hugged by He Shuyun , neither crying nor fussing, and smiling non-stop.

Also dressed festively was Xia Qiuyu, standing aside, accepting gifts from others for her baby. The gentle and jade-like man, who was already a father, still attracted women from other families, and also attracted girls who were already standing at the door. Luo Jinglei.

As if feeling it, Xia Qiuyu raised her head, and the two looked at each other, as if instantly making up for each other's missing, but they didn't move for a long time.He Shuyun laughed, put the baby into Xia Qiuyu's arms, and said with a smile, "Go."

"En." Xia Qiuyu was very happy, but at this moment everyone looked a little shy, she tightened her grip on the child, and walked towards Luo Jinglei.

As soon as Xia Qiuyu stood still, the child in her arms unexpectedly said to Luo Jinglei: "Father... Dear..."

The author has something to say: It’s over, it’s over~ Thank you to everyone who supported me╭(╯3╰)╮

PS: Because I don’t know what to explain at the end, I can only write it so short. The ending is very short, but I think it’s enough. Anyway, the three of us are happy together~