In the carriage, Cui Mi closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, "Bao Luo, are you willing to go back with Grandpa?"

Han Baoluo couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are not Han Zhengqing's flesh and blood, so it is not appropriate for you to stay in the Han Mansion. Grandpa wants to take you back and take good care of you. Grandpa doesn't have many years left to live. If I can see you get married and have children, I will die without regrets."

Han Baoluo threw herself into Cui Mi's arms, "Grandpa, don't say that, you will definitely live a hundred years!"

Cui Mi touched her head and said, "Silly child, even the immortals rarely live over a hundred years old, let alone ordinary people like us. Life and death are determined by fate, and it will happen sooner or later. I didn't dare to die at first. If I died, what would happen if Yue Niang came back? Now that Grandpa has found you, you can smile even in the underworld."

Han Baoluo clutched his sleeves tightly. When she thought that this relative who had finally appeared would leave her in the future, she felt extremely confused.

She finally had relatives, is she going to lose them again?

But as her grandfather said, life and death are determined by fate, and she had to face this problem.

Therefore, the time she could spend with him was really short. Every day that passed was one less day.

But she felt scared at the thought of leaving this place where she had lived for more than ten years.

From childhood to adulthood, the farthest place she has ever been to is probably Lijiazhuang, where her sister Zhizhi lives.

Is there no way to have the best of both worlds? Cui Mi sensed her fear and placed his warm, thin hand on top of her head, stroking it again and again.

"Don't be afraid, Baoluo. There is no one else in the house except the two of us. When you pass away, you will live in your mother's old boudoir. There are many books and small things she collected in the past, and I have kept them all well.

"There are many fun and delicious things in Dancheng, you will definitely like them..."

Cui Mi slowly told her about the scenery of Dancheng, which aroused Han Baoluo's yearning.

When they returned to the courtyard, Shen Yizi was planning to take Qingbao out to see the lanterns and go shopping.

During the day, Li Chuntao and Li Qingyun came back from shopping and said that today was the Ghost Festival. The streets were very lively and there were activities such as releasing river lanterns and burning ritual boats in the evening.

Shen Yizhi planned to take Qingbao to see it for himself.

In modern times, the Ghost Festival has basically declined and few people will pass by it.

In this era, the Ghost Festival is obviously an extremely grand festival.

There are dozens of festivals for the living, big and small, such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc., but there are only one Qingming Festival and one Zhongyuan Festival for the dead.

The dead are gone.

These two days are the only ones on which those who are still alive can reminisce and find some comfort.

"Bao Luo, do you want to go with us?" Shen Yizi asked.

Han Baoluo wanted to go with him, but she was reluctant to leave her grandfather behind.

Cui Mici waved her hand kindly, untied the purse from her waist and stuffed it into her hand, "Go ahead, Grandpa is a little tired, so I won't play with you young people. But you can't play too late, understand?"

He took a closer look at Mo Feiyang.

Mo Feiyang looked back innocently, indicating that he didn't understand what he was saying.

The banks of the Jinliu River were filled with people releasing river lanterns.

The Jinliu River is a tributary of the Jinlong River. It winds through most of the urban area and is as wide as five or six meters at its widest point. The water is emerald green and clear, and the banks are planted with golden willows.

When the sun sets, the golden willow branches sway in the wind, illuminated by the afterglow, appearing to be glowing.

That scene often attracts passers-by to stop and watch.

At this moment, the night is deep, and there are thousands of river lanterns floating on the river, flickering and reflecting the lights. From a high place, it looks like thousands of stars, which is very spectacular.

Shen Yizhi and his group came to the river, found a place with few people, placed the river lanterns in their hands on the river, and used their hands to stir the river surface to add fuel to the fire, so that the river lanterns could float farther.

Shen Yizhi and Qingbao lit a lantern together. It was a lotus lantern that Qingbao had chosen from the stall.

He used his small hands to paddle the water surface very carefully, sending the river lanterns away.

The light shone in his big eyes, bright as stars.

"Mom, why do we have to release river lanterns?" Qing Bao suddenly asked her.

Shen Yizhi pondered for a moment, and then gathered his limited knowledge: "Legend has it that if you place river lanterns in the water, it will illuminate the Forgotten River and lead the ghosts back to the human world to meet their loved ones."

"What is the Forgotten River?" Qing Bao had a new question.

Shen Yizhi thought, how should I know? But in front of her son, could she say she didn't know?

"The Forgotten River is a river in the underworld. The underworld is where people live after they die."

"Is it fun there? Is there anything to eat?"

As expected of a child, he only cares about eating and playing.

Shen Yizhi thought about it and felt that her answer might affect Qing Bao's worldview, so as to prevent him from having unnecessary expectations of that ghost place. She said decisively: "No, it's desolate everywhere. There is no food or fun. The people living there are a bunch of poor people, no, poor ghosts."

At this moment, a light laugh suddenly came from the side.

When Shen Yizhi looked, he saw a man standing under the golden willow tree. Most of his body was covered in shadow, with only a corner of his blood-red robe vaguely visible.

Between his slender, cold white fingers, he was playing with a bright red flower.

As red as if blood was dripping.

Shen Yizi felt a little scared when seeing this.

But what was he laughing at? Was what she just said funny?

Shen Yizi didn't intend to pay any attention to this man.

Unexpectedly, he called her: "This girl seems to be very prejudiced against the Netherworld."

Shen Yizhi: “???”

What is prejudice? Does he still have correct views?

This guy is really strange.

"Oh, really? How did you know? Have you been there?"

After saying this, Shen Yizhi also found it funny. How could this person have been there? Unless he was a ghost.

How could a ghost appear in public?

The man walked out from the shadows, his red robe standing out in the night.

He walked over step by step, his steps leisurely and calmly, but Shen Yizhi noticed that there was... no shadow under his feet.

Not at all.

Shen Yizi's pupils shrank, and he secretly pulled Qing Bao behind him, becoming fully alert.

"Girl, are you scared?" The man had an interested smile on his face.

Shen Yizhi smiled with a fake smile, "You are mistaken. I have nothing to be afraid of."

Just at this moment, Qing Bao popped his head out from behind her and looked at the man opposite curiously.

The man looked at him, his eyes moving slightly. This little guy is quite interesting.

"Do you want to go to the Netherworld with your uncle?" The man squatted down, lowered his head, and tried his best to look Qing Bao in the eye.

The tone of voice was as if the underworld was his own backyard and he could go there whenever he wanted.