Fu Wang might be really busy at work. At least Yu Qing hasn't seen him during the time he has been at Fu's house.
In the restaurant downstairs, the servants brought the prepared meals and arranged them on plates one by one, and finally there was a plate of washed and cut fruits.
Jing Mei poured a bowl of soup and placed it on Yu Qing's table. "Doctor Yun, it's raining heavily outside. Don't take a taxi later. Let the driver take you home."
In April, Hecheng ushers in the rainy season every year, and this year is no exception.
The rain outside hit the window, forming streams of water that blurred the view.
Yu Qing did not refuse Jingmei's suggestion, and she didn't want to risk getting wet by going out to take a taxi.
After having dinner at the Fu family, Yu Qing was taken home by a young male driver who treated her with great respect.
"Doctor Yun, Madam has praised your medical skills more than once."
The driver had just taken up the job not long ago. He had heard before that the young master of the Fu family seemed to have a mental illness, but was easily cured by Doctor Yun.
In life, there will always be some minor illnesses and disasters. No one would offend such a doctor, and they would rush to curry favor with him.
"Thank you for the compliment." Yu Qing looked at the car window. Raindrops as big as beans were hitting the window. The sky was dark and a few hurried figures could be vaguely seen on the roadside.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming soon. These people must be out buying supplies for visiting graves."
It will rain heavily in the next few days, so many people are going out now, as it is better than the thunderstorms that will come later. Strangely enough, it is sunny on Qingming Festival.
But it was too late to buy gold ingots and paper money on that day.
"Time flies by."
The driver didn't hear the melancholy in her words: "Yeah, a year has passed in the blink of an eye."
Yu Qing withdrew her gaze, her eyes gradually turning colder. It had been more than two months since she came to this world, and this was the first time she had encountered a festival, even though it was Qingming Festival.
However, Qingming Festival is roughly the same as Ghost Festival. During Qingming Festival, the gates of hell are wide open, allowing ghosts worshipped by people to come out. On Ghost Festival, all ghosts can leave the gates of hell.
"Doctor Yun, let me take you in." The driver took an umbrella, pushed open the driver's door, then opened the car door for her, with the umbrella slightly tilted towards her.
The rain splashed on the ground, and the mud and stones inevitably wet my trouser legs. I could not hear any human voices, but only the sound of rain hitting everything.
The driver dropped her off at the downstairs of her apartment building and only turned and walked into the rain after seeing her walk up the stairs.
The air was heavy and the surroundings felt foggy, as if not even a single person could be seen.
The car stopped outside the gate of the community, and the guard was hiding from the rain in the security room. The light blue mist from the cigarette floated out and quickly disappeared in the rain.
On the road, the majestic momentum of thousands of troops galloping past was overwhelming. It seemed that there were hundreds of people passing by the roadside, and their figures were so numerous that their faces could not be seen clearly.
The driver frowned and watched for a while, and the next second the crowd disappeared, as if it had never appeared, like a cloud of fog.
The rain is too heavy, is it wrong?
The driver was stunned, rubbed his eyes and looked again. There was no one on the road except for the occasional passing car. Even the food court next door was closed.
I really must have seen it wrong... The driver opened the driver's door, and perhaps because he was caught in the rain, he felt a chill.
On the other side, Yu Qing stood by the window at the stairs, his eyes fixed on the direction where the car had stopped.
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Western Suburbs Cemetery.
The security guard in a raincoat rushed into the rain and opened the door of the cemetery with swift movements.
There were several black vehicles with military license plates parked outside, their engines still running. The windows were transparent, but I couldn't see anything inside.
After the old man opened the door, he stood aside. There stood a young man wearing pure black clothes, with a weapon slung across his chest, and half of his body was wet from the rain.
The two raised their right hands and saluted together, and several cars slowly drove into the cemetery.
At the very back was a specially modified official truck, which was loaded with a large number of items needed for the worship and was covered firmly with a rainproof cloth.
The people who got off the car were dressed almost the same as the guards outside the door. As soon as they got off the car, they ran to unload the goods.
The leader was a middle-aged man with two horizontal bars on his shoulders: "Be gentle and don't get wet in the rain. Everyone here is a hero."
When the others heard this, they shouted back, "Yes, sir."
The man stood under the eaves with a serious expression, looking at the rows of tombstones not far away.
For some reason, the rain today was particularly heavy, and even he could feel the biting cold wind. It didn't seem to be so cold at this time of year in previous years.
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“Beep beep—”
There was no light in the room, and a pot of tea was brewing on the tea table on the balcony, with steam rising from the hot water.
The phone on the table suddenly rang twice.
Yu Qing, who was listening to the sound of rain with her eyes closed, almost fell asleep. She slowly opened her eyes, picked up her phone and took a look. The caller ID showed the note "Qin Zhi".
"Hello?" The girl's cold voice merged lightly into the microphone.
Qin Zhi was nowhere to be found over there. The surroundings were a bit noisy. Two seconds later, a man's deep voice slowly came over: "Ms. Yu, I'm sorry to bother you at this time."
Yu Qing skipped the formalities of greeting and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's like this. The day after tomorrow is Qingming Festival. I wonder if it would be convenient for Miss Yu to come to the capital the day after the festival?"
As a member of the Qin family, Qin Zhi had only visited the ancestral grave once when he was a child due to his special physical condition, and he almost lost his life that time.
If Yu Qing could get through, he might be able to break this rule.
Before Yu Qing could answer, she heard another voice say, "Of course I will pay a certain amount of compensation, but considering this is a special holiday, Miss Yu can refuse me."
After all, it was Qingming Festival. He couldn't let Yu Qing not go to his family's cemetery to offer incense to his ancestors for his own sake, so he chose the second day of Qingming Festival.
And since he has a special physique, I'm sure the ancestors won't be angry.
Yu Qing: “…” He did it quite steadily.
Yu Qing frowned slightly, "Okay, we can set the time for the afternoon of Qingming Festival."
After the Qingming Festival is over and the gates of hell are closed, the meaning of worshipping the dead will be lost.
"Thank you, Miss Yu. I'll send you the plane ticket via WeChat later. I won't bother you for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party decisively hung up the phone.
Yu Qing had a puzzled look on her face as she held the phone. Qin Zhi was meticulous in his arrangements, well-mannered, and polite. He didn't seem as difficult to get along with as Qin Jing said.
The same thing happened last time on the grassland. It was the first time she saw an ordinary person remain calm in the face of such a situation. It was rare.
Moreover, ever since the incident on the grassland, she has become even less able to see Qin Zhi's fate. The little bit she had seen through her relatives before, she can no longer see it.
Fortunately, she was able to trace Qin Zhi's soul breath, otherwise she would not be able to find the specific location.
Yu Qing, who believed that Qin Jing had deeply misunderstood his brother, found his chat box, but the interface was still stuck on the prompt that he had just been added as a friend.
[Your brother is not a sharp-tongued person at all. Don't spread false rumors.]
She thought about it and typed another message.
[Everything in the world has cause and effect.]
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