"Then may I ask where you are from? Where do you live?" she asked again.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the woman, and he saw no hostility in her eyes.

Full of kindness and care.

Luo Fengtang also put down his guard, smiled and said: "To be honest, I am from Daqi, and I live in Wanghai County, Qing'an County, Changhuaizhou."

"oh……"

The woman nodded slightly.

After carefully searching in my mind for the people I knew, there was Da Qi.

It seems that I have never heard of that area in Wanghai County.

Beside Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing walked quietly.

She said nothing along the way and listened the whole time.

She discovered something very interesting.

That was this woman, who seemed to be very interested in Luo Fengtang.

Along the way, I kept looking for topics to talk to Luo Fengtang.

But from the woman's eyes, what Yang Ruoqing felt was not evil or bad things.

It is a kind of appreciation and tolerance from the bottom of my heart.

It's like an elder patiently asking something to his junior.

As for Luo Fengtang, it's even more interesting.

In the past, he had almost nothing to say to other women in the village.

Even if I am with my mother-in-law, Mrs. Sun, there will be no more than three rounds of questions and answers.

But at this moment, he was able to ask and answer questions about this woman whom he had just met once.

He seemed a little cautious at first, but later under the guidance of the woman, he seemed to get into the mood.

After I relaxed, I opened up my chat box. I talked several times more than usual.

It gave Yang Ruoqing an illusion.

It felt like the two of them had known each other for a long time.

No matter how far the road is, there is an end.

"I have arrived."

The woman stopped and looked at a big tree in front of her.

The smile on her face disappeared little by little.

The whole person stared blankly at the big tree, and then slowly walked towards it.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other. They did not go over, but stood there, chasing the woman with their eyes.

I saw the woman coming to the foot of the big tree and slowly squatting down.

She opened the wooden box she brought, took out various offerings from it, and lined them up under the tree.

Then, he took out a bunch of clothes and gold ingots tied with paper, lit them, and put them in an empty bowl.

She didn't say anything, she just squatted there quietly, watching the contents of the empty bowl burn to ashes.

Pieces of black ashes were blown up by the wind and floated up into the sky of the canyon.

Like black dead leaf butterflies.

The woman raised her head and followed the flying ashes with her eyes.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down her pale cheeks.

When the last spark was extinguished, she still squatted on the spot quietly, motionless.

It's like becoming a statue.

Although she didn't say anything.

However, this deep pain and sadness spread to the bottom of the hearts of the two people here.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing exchanged glances, and they both saw the same suspicion in each other's eyes.

This woman was dressed in plain clothes and wore a white flower.

I really came here to pay homage to my old friend.

Why!

Luo Fengtang thought about his own affairs and became depressed.

At some point, the woman returned to them.

Looking at the silent young man and woman, the woman was secretly pleased with their understanding.

A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on her lips, "Are you confused about my behavior?"

"Ah?" Luo Fengtang raised his head and looked at the woman.

The woman smiled faintly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

She turned sideways and pointed to the big tree over there.

"Many years ago, my relatives and I passed by here, and something suddenly happened under that big tree."

"My relatives were far away from me during that incident."

"But I couldn't even save his bones..."

"Today is the anniversary of his death. Every year on this day, I come here to see him."

"He left so suddenly that I didn't even have the chance to build a tomb for him, haha..."

The woman smiled, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"Madam, don't be too sad. You came to pay homage. I believe he will be able to feel it in the spirit of heaven." Luo Fengtang consoled him.

What happened to this woman reminded him of his mother.

Back then, my mother gave birth to him in this canyon.

Because there were pursuers, her mother handed the newborn baby to Luo Laoer for him to take away.

What about herself?

A woman who had just given birth to a child was trapped in such a canyon, pursued by soldiers and horse thieves, could she still survive?

Luo Fengtang felt despair in his heart.

"Madam, if you burn incense here, can the souls of the dead lost here be sensed?"

Luo Fengtang suddenly asked.

The woman was startled.

She shook her head: "To be honest, I don't know. In the final analysis, what I do is just to soothe my heart."

"But this girl said that she must, perhaps, be able to sense it, right?"

Luo Fengtang then looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing also saw the sadness in his heart at this moment.

"A sincere heart leads to success." She raised her hand and gently held his hand.

"Whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it." She added.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

He turned around and walked aside and squatted down.

He took out the two loaves from his pocket that he had packed to make dry food and placed them on the ground.

He took off the water bottle from his waist and sprinkled it on the ground.

Finally, he knelt down.

He placed his hands on the uneven gravel road, lowered his head, and kowtowed three times to the place where the cakes were placed.

Yang Ruoqing also came over.

Kneel down next to him, imitate his example, kneel down and kowtow.

Luo Fengtang's biological mother is her mother-in-law.

Never met.

However, she was pregnant with Luo Fengtang for ten months, and at the critical moment of her life, she spared no effort to send him away safely.

Yang Ruoqing recognized this mother-in-law.

My forehead hit the ground.
To be continued...