There was already someone sitting in the lobby.

The elegy wreath, the light in the room was lit white candles, and there were white silk cloth on the gallery columns, which were all traditions of the older generation. Ji Shuheng's urn was placed on the altar in the middle, with a large black and white light standing on the sacrificial platform beside the gods. The people on it looked firm, their eyes were deep, but their cheeks were a little deep and thin.

Ji Xu and Ji Han walked in side by side.

Regardless of Ji Shuyi and others sitting on both sides, Ji Xu stepped forward, took out the incense from the table and lit it, and respectfully burned it. Ji Han beside him pursed his lips tightly. When he saw Ji Shuheng's photo again, huge grief surged into his heart again, but he tried hard not to cry.

Ji Xu is the same, there is one less person in the world who treats him well.

"Okay, everyone is here, go to the back mountain." A very faint voice came from the left. Ji Xu paused and turned around to look.

It was obviously carefully cared for hair, with two deep nasolabial folds on her serious face, thin lips, eagle nose, and a pair of dull eyes. She was wearing a delicate black suit and a white handkerchief in her pocket on the left. This is Ji Xu's third uncle and Ji Shuyi.

"Let's get into the ground for peace." Ji Shuyi stood up, his tall body still upright. He glanced at the people in the lobby. Although his words were light, he could not doubt it, "Don't let my brother catch a cold."

His tone is very recognizable and always very light, as if nothing can arouse the turmoil in his heart. Except for the sentence Ji Xu slammed last year that made him lose his composure, Ji Xu has never seen any signs of being confused in the other party over the years.

Ji Han bit his lip, put on the silk clothes on the table, picked up the urn, looked at Ji Xu, and walked out first.

Without saying anything more, Ji Shuyi's family followed closely. At this time, Ji Lian didn't dare to show off his temper. He followed Ji Shuyi carefully, and lost his usual arrogant appearance. As for Ji Xu's aunt Ji Shuyuan, the same was true, and followed quietly.

Ji Xu finally looked at the empty lobby and walked out.

The road in the back mountain is difficult to walk, especially when there is snow. Along the way, the villagers who occasionally meet outside will not talk to each other, but they all look at each other silently and walk away. It is the most important thing for people to die. The noisy birds singing in the back mountain forest disappeared, and a bamboo forest with bare leaves was in front of them.

Without the intention of asking Ji Xu for help, Ji Shuyi waved the iron shovel and digged in the open space in the bamboo forest.

This is the cemetery of the Ji family, which was buried here since Ji Tailin's grandfather. In the early years, this was not a bamboo forest, but just an ordinary wasteland. Just because Ji Tailin liked bamboo, he went on this. It is said that he spent a lot of money to take care of other relatives in the family. There are graves of large and small in the bamboo forest, both from Ji Tailin’s lineage and from other branches of the Ji family.

Ji Xu looked at Ji Shuyi's forehead and sweat began to drip. His bright black suit and leather shoes were covered with mud. His carefully-treated hair became obviously messy. Under the dark hair color, it was difficult to hide a few clusters of white hair.

Ji Lian moved his body and wanted to go over and help, but Ji Shuyi just glanced back at him, and immediately made Ji Lian shrank back, and his whole body stood there with his head down, but he didn't look gorgeous.

Although Ji Xu didn't know what Ji Shuyi was doing, he also saw that the other party seemed to be in such a good mood now, so of course he didn't want to get into trouble. As for the eldest aunt, she was also standing quietly beside her, and her in-laws didn't come, and even her daughter didn't come.

After Ji Shuyi dug the pit, Ji Hanshuang put Ji Shuheng's urn in. He did not ask Ji Xu and others to help, Ji Shuyi slowly leveled the grave.

Ji Hanshuang leaned against Ji Xu, and she actually cried at this time, while Ji Xu carefully patted her back and whispered: "Okay, and I, everything will be better."

Ji Shuyuan looked at the two of them with a look of difficulty, glanced outwards, but when she met Ji Shuyi's calm eyes, she couldn't help but tremble, and then looked down at another place.

"Okay, go back." Ji Shuyi threw the iron shovel to Ji Lian beside him, pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped his hands stained with soil and sweat. "Brother doesn't like drinking, so there's no need to toast."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone to react, he walked down the mountain. Aunt San and Ji Lian packed up their tools and hurriedly followed.

Ji Shuyuan walked to the side, looked at Ji Hanshuang, who was still red-eyed, moved her lips, and said nothing after all, and went down the mountain alone.

Ji Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the back of Ji Shuyi's family. Just now, when Ji Shuyi walked past him, a throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart. He would not suspect that it was his own illusion, but he felt nothing else except the annoying feeling he had in Ji Shuyi.

"What's wrong?" Ji Han sniffed and asked softly.

Ji Xu smiled and said, "It's nothing, let's go back too."

Having said that, Ji Xu was still a little puzzled. Where he could not feel it, the "Beacon Fire Wolf Smoke" practice mark that had been branded by the "shackles" quickly dissipated, like a burst of blue smoke, melting into Ji Xu's blood all over his body.

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"I didn't expect it was Uncle San to cook tonight."

Ji Hanshuang and Ji Xu sat on the bench in front of the hall, watching the smoke and the fragrance coming from the kitchen. After returning to the old house, it was already late, and according to etiquette, he had to have a meal, but Ji Shuyuan left, Ji Shuyi cooked and cooked in person, and Aunt San was on the side, and Ji Lian was playing with his cell phone in the house.

"Yes." Ji Xu nodded. He didn't expect Ji Shuyi to cook. In the past few years, it was made by Aunt San, and he vaguely felt that Ji Shuyi seemed a little strange.

"I didn't expect that my mother still didn't come." Ji Han's tone was a little dim, with regrets.

Ji Xu suddenly stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the girl's hair, making her tied bun go away.

"Oh." Ji Hanshuang exclaimed, then patted Ji Xu with his hands, "What are you doing? Are you still young?"

"Maybe aunt has her own difficulties," Ji Xu smiled and said, "You must live in the present."

Ji Han's face turned red and he spat, "What are you talking about?"

Ji Xu was stunned, then said embarrassedly: "You are thinking too much."

Ji Hanshuang just gave a blank look, then looked at the rising smoke and secretly became ecstatic.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ji Lian came out of the room and sat down on the stool beside him.

Ji Xu glanced at him and said indifferently: "Is there anything wrong?"

Ji Lian gritted his teeth and looked at Ji Han who was sitting beside Ji Xu again. The other party had never looked at him after sitting down.

"It's all relatives, so it's not too much to chat." Ji Lian clasped his collar and said with a smile.

Ji Xu was silent for a moment. I have to say that Ji Lian is not ugly. He is considered a handsome guy and it is difficult for people to feel disgusted. But his arrogant personality since childhood is disliked.
Chapter completed!