"I want to go up the mountain and take a look."

Mo Man carried a bag; given her condition, she wasn't particularly concerned about the danger.

Yuan Hua said, "No, I'm too worried about you going alone. I'll go with you."

The last five people all had to go up the mountain because this was the place where things had changed the least, and it was certain that it was not far from the back door of A-Mian's house.

At the foot of the mountain, villagers and hikers had trodden out a narrow path that was barely passable. Yuan Hua reminisced, "A-Mian used to love playing with A-Dou at the foot of the mountain."

Wang Zixuan sighed, "Actually, I haven't told you guys, but I have it on my phone..."

"Hey, come and see! What's this?" Aunt Liu was originally looking around, wanting to pick some wild mountain produce or vegetables to take home, which led her off the usual route and away from everyone else.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly, and Yuan Hua was the first to run over.

In front of him were two large rocks, each about half a person's height, leaning against each other. Moss grew on the bottom of the rocks, and there was a layer of soil on their surface.

Without saying a word, Wang Zixuan took off his coat and started wiping away the dirt. The five people watched his actions in silence.

The dirt was gradually wiped away from the stone, revealing two lines of writing. Mo Man's eyes reddened, and she covered her mouth. She could perfectly recognize the characters from A Mian's era; the large stone clearly read:

—The Tomb of Lu Amian.

—The Tomb of Meng Chijian.

They did not choose to be buried in the ancestral graveyard.

A vivid picture seemed to appear before her eyes:

Grandma A-Mian, who is always unconventional and full of quirky ideas, said, "I don't want to be buried in the ancestral graveyard. Those old-fashioned ghosts will definitely not like me, and they'll squeeze me out in the underworld."

Meng Chijian, with his graying hair, said, "Nonsense! Where do you want to bury me then?"

Amian sat under her cherry tree, holding her head and deep in thought. Then she had an idea: "I'll ask Yue to bury me on the mountain. You always forbid me from going up the mountain, so this will work. Besides, I can watch what happens at the foot of the mountain from up there, so it'll never be boring."

“Then I want to be buried next to you.” Meng Chijian said seriously, “You know I dislike crowded places the most; it’s quieter this way.”

"Okay, but we need to find a place with the best view."

"Yes, now that there are two of us, you won't be a wandering ghost anymore."

Wang Zixuan lay down beside two large rocks, tears welling up in his eyes.

Li Jianguo knelt down, staring blankly at the scenery before him. "...I've never dared to tell you this. After A-Mian opened her tofu shop, I stayed by her side, trying to teach the ancients how to sell and teach. I approached A-Mian several times, saying I could help her open a chain store, expanding nationwide. She didn't agree. Later, I started forming cliques, wanting to build a large sect, like the 'White Lotus Sect.' At that time, I felt that if I couldn't succeed in modern times, I might as well achieve fame and fortune in ancient times."

"Later, the commotion got out of hand and caught the emperor's attention. I was arrested and subjected to all sorts of tortures, and even now I still wake up from nightmares like that."

"The last meal I ate was two spoiled steamed buns, with no vegetables." Li Jianguo forced a bitter smile. "Looking back now, it really wasn't worth it. It was all a delusion, it had no meaning at all."

Ancestral graves, houses, children, silver, livestock, surnames, shops... so many things that people once valued most and struggled for their entire lives have long since vanished without a trace over the millennia.

Only atop the green hills, the tombs of Lu Amian and Meng Chijian stand side by side, overlooking the ever-changing world.

They accompanied each other, loved each other, and stayed together for a lifetime.

On two rocks, there was a Polaroid photo taped to it. This photo was left by Wang Zixuan, who had transferred photos from his phone to the Polaroid camera.

The photo shows two young people, a man and a woman. The girl has round, dark eyes and is looking at the camera with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. The man next to her is turning his head to look at her with a slight smile.

Below is a line of beautiful cursive handwriting written in blue ballpoint pen:

There are always some people and some love that make us feel that life is worth living.

A heartfelt farewell to the time travelers.

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