The sound of the flute rang out, clear and distant, echoing lingeringly, lingering with infinite reverie and longing, slowly rising.

Yi Qingqing played "The Bright Moon Sends My Longing Across Thousands of Miles", which was her favorite piece and the one she practiced the most.

When the song ended, many more ghosts gathered around the yard to watch the fun and cheered.

"It's not a loss to come back to the world of the living today. You play the flute very well, little girl! Play another one!"

Yi Qingqing didn't know that she had a few more audience members. After playing the flute, which she was more confident in, she switched to the guqin.

She has not studied guqin for a long time. If her flute level is at level 3, then her guqin is probably just a little short of level 2.

The song she chose was "Remembering Old Friends", which was quite appropriate for the occasion.

She has a good memory and memorizing music scores is not difficult for her at all. However, she has just learned the piece and her hand movements are not very skillful yet. She can barely play the whole piece. The continuity is a little lacking and her attention is all on her hands. It is not as smooth, natural and emotional as when she plays the flute.

Even people who are not familiar with music can tell that this song "Remembering Old Friends" is much worse than the previous one "The Bright Moon Sends My Longing Across Thousands of Miles".

But Zheng Shaoyin wiped away her tears and said, "Lao Lin, this child has put in a lot of effort. In just three years, she has not only learned to play the flute so well, but she can also play the guqin quite well. She has a talent for learning music. I am so happy!"

"Her painting skills far exceeded my expectations. Look at this painting. Although the technique is a little lacking, the artistic conception is sufficient. She has a great talent for painting," Lin Yibai was also very satisfied.

Section 188

This student is not only filial, but also very hardworking and talented. Even if he were still alive, such a student would be hard to come by!

Now that I have this kind of fate, it can be regarded as filling the void in my heart. "My students, Lin Yibai, are not all those who deceive the world and steal the reputation!"

Zheng Shaoyin patted her husband's hand to comfort him. He was thinking about those useless apprentices again.

Even Wang Wenyang, who was most dissatisfied with Yi Qingqing's lack of attention to calligraphy, lost his dissatisfaction after seeing the calligraphy homework in his hand.

The students did not look down on calligraphy. They had put in a lot of effort to be able to write such characters, and their works were not even inferior to those who devoted their whole body and soul to studying calligraphy.

That’s enough!

After Yi Qingqing handed in her homework, no, finished playing the instrument, she bowed again, then moved closer to Yun Guyuan and whispered, "Ayuan, are the teachers angry?"

"No, they are all quite satisfied," said Yun Guyuan.

After hearing this, Yi Qingqing let out her last breath and said, "Don't worry, Masters. I will still be strict with myself this year. I will show you the results this time next year."

After saying that, she began to burn the offerings seriously. She had a heavy task today!

There were many offerings on the teacher's side, and the ones in the basin had not been burned out yet. After apologizing to the teachers, he moved to the fifth basin, lit incense, and burned petitions.

The people being worshipped here are her grandparents and grandparents-in-law. Although she has no memories of the elderly, they are still her relatives after all.

I heard from my parents that although the elders passed away early, they were still very good to the younger generation.

These days, folk worship is not allowed, and the elderly people in the afterlife must be living in poverty. Since my family is doing this, I must benefit their family in some way.

She was much more relaxed with her family. "Grandma, grandpa, grandma, my granddaughter has learned some skills and made some gold and silver. You can take the flowers and take good care of yourselves downstairs. Don't worry about home. Everything is fine at home. The college entrance examination was resumed this year, and I was admitted to Didu University. This is my boyfriend, Yun Guyuan. I plan to bring him back to meet my parents at the end of the year..."

He finished talking about a lot of family matters.

Yun Guyuan was also burning paper beside her. When he heard her introduce herself to her family, he was slightly delighted and called out sweetly, "Grandpa and grandma, grandpa and grandma!"

Four old men squatted in front of the brazier and scooped up the money: "My granddaughter has made great progress! This son-in-law is great. Our family now has someone to rely on. Xiaoyun, tell Qingqing that we are living a good life down there now! We live in a big house, with mountains of gold and silver to spend. This incense smells better than others, and it is more comfortable than when we were alive. Let her rest assured!"

Yun Guyuan repeated it to Yi Qingqing in a low voice.

Yi Qingqing felt relieved. There was nothing more joyful than knowing that her worship was truly practical and helped the people she wanted to help.

Although learning paper-making and incense-making did not make her much money, it brought her spiritual satisfaction. It made her feel that she was reborn with memories and everything she had now was meaningful.

"Okay, Ayuan, now it's your turn to pay homage to your relatives," Yi Qingqing said.

She took a back seat and prepared the offerings, leaving him to light incense and petitions.

Yun Guyuan's petition was written on the spot. The flames devoured the petition. Not long after, a young man wearing glasses, who looked only a few years older than Yun Guyuan and had a similar appearance to him, appeared in front of the brazier.

When he appeared, he was a little curious about the bustle here, until he saw the boy kneeling in front of the brazier, and then he said in a daze: "Xiao Yuan?"

"Dad, it's me," Yun Guyuan said.

Every year, Yun's father would receive paper money from Yun Guyuan. He knew that Yun Guyuan was now a ghost.

"Xiao Yuan, why did you burn these things? It would be bad if someone found out and reported it. Dad is living well down there and doesn't need these things. Just take good care of yourself!"

"There's no one else here, so no one will notice. These things were made by your future daughter-in-law herself, as a token of her love. My son has now found his beloved lover, so today is a good opportunity to bring you up here to have a look. After falling in love with Qingqing, I finally understood why you were like that before. There's nothing wrong with love, but your vision is not very good. My vision is much better than yours. Qingqing is the best woman in the world, she..."

Yun Guyuan held Yi Qingqing's hand, looked at her and praised her with pride while talking.

Yi Qingqing blushed from the praise. Is this still her? She was praised like a fairy in heaven.

I bowed politely: "Hello, uncle!"

Father Yun didn't expect that his cold-blooded son would also come to his senses. "You found someone you like, Dad is happy for you. As long as you like it, everything is fine. Your mom can't help herself, so don't blame her. How has she been recently?"

Yun Guyuan's face turned cold: "You don't have to blame her for remarrying. It's your freedom, but I will never forgive her. She was the one who didn't want me as her son first. After more than ten years without a home, I already have no mother. Just treat her as if she died with you."

Father Yun was heartbroken. They really owed too much to their son. Now that they were separated by Yin and Yang, they could do nothing. "Forget it. I am forcing you. Take good care of yourself and be good to Qingqing. Don't follow my old path!"

"Don't worry, Qingqing is a thousand times better than her," Yun Guyuan said, and then he pulled Yi Qingqing to stand up: "Qingqing, it's enough, let's worship the others!"