Chapter 151： : The strange man twisting red flowers in his hand

The group did not leave until it got dark.

On the carriage, Cui Mi leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, "Baolu, are you willing to go back with grandpa?"

Han Baoluo couldn’t help being stunned.

"You are not Han Zhengqing's flesh and blood, and it is not appropriate to stay in the Han Mansion any longer. Grandpa wants to take you back and take good care of you. Grandpa doesn't have a few years left to live. If he can see you get married and have children, he will die. No regrets.”

Han Baoluo threw himself into Cui Mi's arms, "Grandpa, don't say that, you will definitely live a long life!"

Cui Mi touched her head: "Silly boy, even those immortals, few can live over a hundred years old, let alone ordinary people like us? Life and death are destined, sooner or later it will happen. Originally, I didn't Dare to die, what if I die and Yue Niang comes back? Now that grandpa has found you, he can still smile even if he is under the Nine Springs."

Han Baoluo clutched his sleeve tightly, feeling boundless confusion in her heart when she thought that this relative who finally appeared would leave her in the future.

She finally had a family, is she going to lose them again?

But as her grandfather said, life and death are determined by destiny, and she had to face this problem squarely.

So, the time she can spend with him is really running out. Every day that passes is one less day.

But the thought of leaving this place, where she had lived for more than ten years, frightened her.

Since she was a child, the farthest place she has ever been is probably Lijiazhuang, where Sister Zhizhi lives.

Isn’t there a way to have both?

Cui Mi noticed her fear, and put his gentle and thin palm on the top of her head, stroking it.

"Don't be afraid, Baolu. There is no one else at home except us and our grandson. After you leave, you will live in your mother's old boudoir. There are many books and knickknacks she collected there. I keep them all well.

“There are a lot of fun and delicious food in Dancheng, you will definitely like it...”

Cui Mi slowly told her about the scenery of Dan City, which aroused Han Baoluo's yearning.

When they returned to the small courtyard, Shen Yizhi was planning to take Qing Bao out to watch the lights and go shopping.

 Li Chuntao and Li Qingyun came back from shopping during the day. They said that it was the Hungry Ghost Festival and the streets were very lively. In the evening, there were activities such as setting off river lanterns and burning Dharma boats.

Shen Yizhi planned to take Qing Bao to see it.

In modern times, the Hungry Ghost Festival has basically declined, and few people will pass by it.

In this era, the Hungry Ghost Festival is obviously an extremely grand festival.

There are dozens of festivals for the living, such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc., but the festivals for the deceased are only one Qingming Festival and one Zhongyuan Festival.

The deceased is gone.

These are the only two days that those who are still alive can reflect on and comfort themselves.

“Baolu, do you want to come with us?” Shen Yizhi asked.

Han Baoluo wanted to follow, but he was reluctant to leave his grandfather behind.

Cui Mi kindly waved his hand, took off the money bag from his waist and gave it to her, "Go ahead. Grandpa is a little tired, so he won't join you young people in making trouble. But you can't play too late, you know?" "

He glanced at Mo Feiyang emphatically.

Mo Feiyang looked back with an innocent face, indicating that he did not understand what he was talking about.

The Jinliu River was crowded with people setting off river lanterns.

The Jinliu River is a tributary of the Jinlong River. It winds through most of the city, and is five or six feet wide at its widest point. The river is green and clear, and the banks are covered with golden willows.

As the sun sets, the golden wicker branches flutter in the wind and are illuminated by the afterglow, making them appear to be glowing.

That picture often attracts passers-by to stop and watch.

At this moment, the night is thick, and there are thousands of river lanterns floating on the river. They flicker and flicker, and the floating light reflects. Seen from a high place, they look like thousands of stars, which is extremely spectacular.

Shen Yizhi and his group came to the river, found a place with few people, put the river lantern in their hands on the river, and stirred the river surface with their hands to add fuel to the fire, so that the river lantern could float farther.

Shen Yizhi and Qing Bao put a lantern together. It was a lotus lantern that Qing Bao chose at the stall.

His little hands carefully moved the water to send the river lantern away.

The light of the lamp reflected in his big eyes, as bright as stars.

“Mother, why do you put out river lanterns?” Qing Bao suddenly asked her.

Shen Yizhi pondered for a moment and gathered his limited knowledge: "It is said that placing a river lantern in the water can illuminate the Wangchuan River and lead the ghosts to return to the world and meet their relatives."

“What is the Wangchuan River?” Qing Bao had a new question.

Shen Yizhi thought to himself, how do I know? However, in front of her son, can she say she doesn't know?

“The River Wangchuan is a river in the underworld. The underworld is where people live after death.”

“Is it fun there? Is there anything to eat?”

As expected of a child, he only cares about eating and playing.

Shen Yizhi thought about it and felt that her answer might affect the formation of Qing Bao's world view, so as to prevent him from having unnecessary expectations about that ghost place. She said decisively: "No, it is desolate everywhere, there is neither food nor food." Just for fun, the people who live there are a bunch of pathetic people, no, pathetic people.”

At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from the side.

Shen Yizhi looked around and saw a man standing under the golden willow tree. Most of his figure was covered in shadow, with only a corner of his blood-red robe vaguely exposed.

Hand between his cold white slender fingers, he played with a bright red flower.

Red as if bleeding.

Seeing this made Shen Yizhi feel a little frightened.

But why is he laughing? Was what she just said funny?

Shen Yizhi did not intend to pay attention to this person.

Unexpectedly, he stopped her: "This girl seems to be very prejudiced against the land of the underworld."

Shen Yizhi: “???”

What is prejudice? Does he still have right views?

This man is really strange.

“Oh, really? How do you know, Master? Have you ever been there?”

After saying that, Shen Yizhi also found it funny. How could this person have been there? Unless he is a ghost.

How can a ghost appear openly in public?

The man stepped out of the shadows, his red robe dazzling in the night.

He walked over step by step, walking leisurely and calmly, but Shen Yizhi noticed that there was... no shadow under his feet.

Not at all.

Shen Yizhi's pupils shrank, and he secretly pulled Qing Bao behind him, raising his vigilance with all his strength.

“Is the girl scared?” There was an interesting smile on the corner of the man’s mouth.

Shen Yizhi smiled but said, "You are wrong. I have nothing to be afraid of."

At this moment, Qing Bao’s head came out from behind her and looked curiously at the man opposite her.

The man looked at him, his eyes moving slightly. This little guy was quite interesting.

“Would you like to go to the Netherworld with your uncle?” The man knelt down, lowered his head, and tried his best to look at Qing Bao’s level.

The tone was as if the Netherworld was his own back garden, and he could go wherever he wanted.

Shen Yizhi had an intuition that this man was not simple, so he picked up Qing Bao and said, "Baby, let's go over there and look at the lights."