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It was said that on this day, ghosts were not afraid of the sun. They came to the human world one by one and enjoyed the mourning and worship of their descendants. They could wander in any corner and look at their descendants with gratification in their eyes.

In this city, there were no sounds of mournful prayers and firecrackers in the cemetery, no white butterflies flying around, cuckoos staining the hills, people buying fruit and plastic to spend on the Eight Treasures Mountain or on a cemetery, people posting messages online to mourn.

I drew the curtains, leaving a room of dark blue light, and lit three sandalwood sticks. I watched the smoke rise like a dance without music, beautiful, soft, relaxed, serene, with eyes, breath, and soul.

So beautiful, but I clearly felt a silent sadness, because I could not see that face, that face that was years away from my Yin and Yang.

There were many tombs at the north and south mountains.

Paper ashes fly as white butterflies, tears and blood into the red cuckoo.

Sunset on the fox's grave, the children of Returning to the Night laughing in front of the lantern.

When a drop of wine comes to Jiuquan.

A voice floated in from the door, "A thousand years since Song, and the thousand years without change. A thousand years after Song, it was shocking to the extreme."

I narrowed my eyes as I replied indifferently, "Scholar, you dared to appear and disturb my ancestors. Be careful that I don't get angry and write about you in an incomparably miserable manner."

Yan Ruyu quickly shut her mouth and looked at me from afar. There was disgust, anger, fear, and, of course, helplessness in her eyes. I didn't need to see to know these expressions, because I was the one who created him.

When the incense was gone and the ashes fell, they weakly dispersed into small pale marks. They could not be touched, because it was the illusion of longing, melting as soon as it was touched.

I looked at the scholar silently for a long time before he finally understood that he could finally speak. He softly said, "In life, one drop of wine is considered to be drunk. When has a drop of it ever reached the Nine Springs?

Scholar, if you are a clay sculpture, then I made it out of the mud from a thousand years ago. If you are a portrait, then I made it out of the ink from a thousand years ago.

You are a ghost, that was my dream back to the ancient dynasty, 24 filial piety thousand years of praise, naturally also my enlightenment education.

I sneered and asked him, "Is it filial for your kin? To taste the medicine personally can be said to be filial? "

Yan Ruyu answered with determination, "Yes, it's filial piety!"

I asked again, "Is it filial to be unfaithful to your parents? Wen Lei's Weeping Tomb can be said to be filial? "

Yan Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Yes, it's filial piety!"

I once again lowered my head to look at the ashes and sighed. "Scholar, the so-called 'death cannot revive', the 'soul and spirit' no longer exist after leaving the body, and the body is turned into mud. Where did the blood come from? "Therefore …" I looked at him coldly and said, "I raised you before you died, and you buried me after you died for filial piety!"

Yan Ruyu stared at me in fear and trepidation. "Aiya, you woman …" After a long silence, Fang said in a low voice, "If that's the case, then why do you burn incense to mourn?"

I was sad. Even though I had never believed in ghosts, but I really wanted them to be with me. It could reduce the sadness of life and death, the Yin and Yang world, and let those who loved each other stay together for all of eternity.

Yan Ruyu frowned at me, and said hesitantly, "How can there be such a contradiction between writing and writing, with blood splattering under the horses' hooves amidst the blade-like lights and shadows, how can a Undead be reborn? "Where did it come from, to stay together forever?"

I looked in shock, and the blue dress fluttered away again, as if it had never appeared.

Qing Ming, as the ancestors of the ancient era, when the spirit of heaven received the fragrant sandalwood and sacrifices, could you see that the people who paid their respects to the heavens actually intended to show their filial piety? Was it because he was missing someone? Or seek asylum? Or was it only in a form that still existed?