The rain during the Qingming Festival is as thin as cow hair and as dense as a spider web, covering the entire Beishan Cemetery.
It was already ten o'clock in the night, and the cemetery should have been empty, but there was a slender figure standing quietly in front of a tombstone in the corner. She held a plain green oil-paper umbrella, with a few elegant white plums embroidered on the umbrella, which looked particularly cool under the dim street lights.
"Mom, I'm here to see you again."
Yun Qingyue placed a bouquet of white platycodon flowers in front of the tomb, and gently touched the yellowed photo on the tombstone with her fingertips. The woman in the photo is gentle and beautiful, and her eyebrows and eyes are very similar to hers.
"This year is my fifteenth year of practicing at Xuanqing Temple. Master said that I am extremely talented and have mastered 70% of his medical skills." Her voice was very soft, as if she was telling a secret that only mother and daughter could share. "Don't worry, I am living a good life now and can protect myself."
The raindrops fell on her long hair, but strangely it did not get wet. Instead, it quietly slid away an inch away from her scalp, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier. If anyone knowledgeable was present, they would definitely be able to tell that it was the protective layer formed by countless silver needles as thin as hair in her hair.
"Last month I cured the old man of the Chen family in southwest China. They wanted to reward him with five million, but I only accepted an ancient jade passed down from his family." Yun Qingyue took out a warm white jade ring from her arms and placed it in front of the tombstone. "This jade has the effect of requieming souls. If you wear it, you will definitely be cast into a good family in the next life."...
