Panguan

In addition, Zhang Yalin did not recover for a long time, and the puppets in front and behind were gone. The whole Zhang family has a feeling that it is going to be ruined.

Most of the people who used to be "Sister Lan" longer than "Sister Lan" are now scattered.

But Dadong is no different from before, except that the cowhide is not worn often, the rest is the same. He and Mouse became the people who came and went to the mansion the most, and he and Zhang Lan felt like real friends.

Just because he was a friend, he always reminded Zhang Lan to clean up the ruins, so as not to feel blocked.

In fact, it is not particularly difficult for Zhang Lan to restore the ruins to their original state, which only takes three to five days. But Dadong didn't suggest that. He swiped a few times on his phone and showed Zhang Lan the photo: "This is what I and Mouse have been looking for these days. It would be nice to have a big pond like this, and raise some water lilies and koi. Yes, elegant, exquisite!"

In fact, it was mainly to bring life to this dead place, but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan lay on the window frame, stared at the ruins for a long time, and said, "I didn't plan to do it."

Dadong was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Zhang Lan said: "That's it, just keep it like this, it's pretty good."

Dadong: "???"

If he hadn't been cowardly, he might have to check if this aunt had a fever and was talking nonsense in broad daylight.

"Those broken bricks and tiles are useless and ugly, why keep them?"

"Keep it for others to see." Zhang Lan replied.

"For whom?"

"Me." Zhang Lan withdrew his hand from the window, stood up straight, and patted the inconspicuous ashes, half-drooped eyes covered by thick eyelashes: "Let me see more for myself."

For the Zhang family, the world was turned upside down overnight.

For her, it was a straight fall from the high position of the stars and the moon. The fall was not heavy, but it was dusty after all.

In the past, when encountering major events, there was always Yalin by her side. This time, she was the only one - she naturally became the new head of the family, cleaned up the remaining mess, and waited for Zhang Yalin to wake up.

For a longer time in the future, she needs a piece of ruins outside the window that witnessed the rise and fall of buildings, reminding her day after day not to go astray, reminding her why the title of judge exists, and why it has been passed down to this day .

She remembered the first time she sacrificed the talisman paper, and the first time Zhang Yalin wrapped the puppet thread, not because of their home, but because of the past events about judges in the book.

It is said in the past that all living beings are suffering, and those with serious problems are imprisoned.

This is where they came from in the first place.

"Little..." Zhang Lan turned her head and wanted to call out, but stopped short of opening her mouth.

"Who is little?" Dadong turned around and looked around for a while but didn't see anyone.

"Xiao Hei." Zhang Lan said, "Yalin's puppet, the one who is proficient in hexagrams, but he is gone now."

Dadong let out an "Oh" and didn't know what to say: "...I will have it when Brother Yalin recovers. Puppets, they all came with the puppet master."

While speaking, Zhang Lan had dug out a few copper plates from the chest of drawers, and lined them up on the table by herself: "It's been a while since I've seen him, I'll try it too."

"What do you want?"

"Find a day."

"Why?" Dadong wondered.

While arranging the copper plates, Zhang Lan flipped through the comparison books and said, "Death."

On the day of Bailu, the Zhang family hung up white tents and built a mourning hall, on which there were three characters written on the memorial tablet——Zhang Zhengchu. Zhang Lan knelt in front of the hall in white sackcloth, seeing off the man she should have called Grandpa.

She and Zhang Yalin called her grandfather for more than 30 years, but the person who should really agree was occupied by the bird's nest, and she couldn't even hear a word.

On the third day after the mourning hall was set up, the Luo family in Yunfu, the Yang family in Weinan, the Lin family in Changle, the Wu family in Suzhou, etc. all arrived. From the several patriarchs of the same generation as Zhang Zhengchu to the younger generations who had frequent contacts, they all lighted incense one by one.

Zhang Lan was a little surprised at first. After all, the Zhang family is not as good as it used to be, and she didn't expect that all the families would come.

But then she was not so surprised—people who can do the same thing for generations, apart from those secular connections, will have some fetters to some extent.

Mr. Luo looked at the photos on the mourning hall when offering incense, and said to Zhang Lan, "I used the photos of him when he was young...you are so considerate."

When Zhang Zhengchu was young, he actually had a pair of smiling eyes.

"Your father was carved out of him, especially the eyes." After Mr. Luo finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Lan and said, "You and Yalin are more like mothers."

"I joked with your grandfather before, saying that his eyes are not suitable for being the head of the family. When he gets old, I'm afraid he won't have any majesty..."

He would have been a kind old man, with no temper and obedience to the juniors. I will really hold one in my left hand and another in my right hand, go to the flower market and bird market, and go fishing in the river pond. Then, in front of his old friends, he showed off his talented children and grandchildren with a smile.

"It's a pity that when I got older, he changed his appearance, and I forgot about those jokes..." Mr. Luo shook his head, and put the incense into the stove.

Zhang Lan kowtowed to the ground, and when she straightened up, she heard the old man say, "Ah Lan, I actually have something to do here today..."

...

That evening, there was an autumn fog in the mountains.

After Wen Shi took the last medicated bath, she changed her clothes and planned to go back to Shen's villa.

——He and Chen Bubuo have lived in Songyun Mountain for several days. After all, there are many herbs in the mountain, and there are many auras and... There are many herbs and auras.