The locals here like to hold big weddings and funerals, and because the emperor is far away, the prohibition of burning things does not apply here, so they often use the traditional model.
Shen Muhan and his friends were a little rushed, so they bought some incense, candles, paper money and other things that the locals like to use in a local store that specializes in funerals, and brought them to the old lady's tomb, cleared the grass in front of the tomb, wiped the stone tablet clean, and then slowly burned the purchased tributes one by one.
Shen Muhan reached out and wiped the moisture off Mo Shiyi's face, "The dead are gone. Her spirit in heaven certainly doesn't want to see you unhappy."
Mo Shiyi reached out and touched her cheeks that were chilled by the mountain breeze, only to find that she had tears on her face without realizing it. She smiled and said, "It's okay. It's probably because the wind is too strong and some dust got into my eyes. My eyes can't adapt
to it, so I'm crying." "Too many fireworks are not good for your eyes. Let me do it." Shen Muhan didn't say anything more, but took the rest of the things in her hand and continued to burn them. And she didn't insist.
Mo Shiyi sighed, not looking at the jumping flames, and looked up at the mountaintops that were about to merge with the sky. There was some sighing in her eyes, but there was still some smile.
Facing the confusion in his eyes, Mo Shiyi explained a few words.
"This place used to be very beautiful, but they didn't have much communication with people from the outside world, so they often sang nursery rhymes passed down from their ancestors to coax children. If I remember correctly, most of the content of those nursery rhymes were some anecdotes, or something related to our daily life."
"That's great, you can sing them to coax Kele to sleep when you go back."
"Me?" Mo Shiyi laughed so hard that tears came out again, "Forget about me singing. I only heard it a few times when I was a child, and it's been so long that I have long forgotten how to sing. If I sing those nursery rhymes again, I will definitely be out of tune and it will be terrible. By then, Kele will not be coaxed to sleep by me, but will be scared to tears by me. Hey, let's not cause trouble to my family."
Shen Muhan burned the last piece of paper money in his hand, "It's okay, you can sing it to me here, I'll check it for you first."
"Forget it, forgetting the words and singing out of tune at the same time, that's too embarrassing."
In fact, Mo Shiyi really didn't want to sing.
Forgetting the words and singing out of tune were just excuses.
Maybe when she first learned these ballads, she could still be considered a carefree child, but in the dark years of imprisonment, these ballads became the only motivation to keep her alive. She just wanted to live a good life at that time, but God had to cut off her way. Now, if she sings those ballads again, she will inevitably think of many bad things.
So she doesn't want to sing.
Mo Shiyi simply changed the subject, "I remember that your family's living conditions were very good since you were a child. Why don't you tell me what interesting things happened to you when you were a child that were different from ordinary people?"
"There was a period of time when I was a child... It wasn't very good."
"Why?"
Shen Muhan pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to reveal another word.
It's rare that a person like him who is used to killing and decisiveness actually hesitates when speaking, which made Mo Shiyi almost drop his jaw in shock. But Shen Muhan could only reveal this much about what happened during that period.
Otherwise, how would he tell his wife that there was a period of time when he was a child when he was kidnapped and sold. During that dark time, he, a half-grown child, lived like a ghost. Later, he finally escaped with great difficulty, and had a high fever. He could not remember many details clearly.
Today, he followed Mo Shiyi here, and he always felt that this place was somewhat familiar, but he could not tell where it was familiar.