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Facts have proved that you still can't talk nonsense, as it is easy to get retribution. No, just because I posted a random comment, it accidentally became a hot comment, and I was pulled to do a task... Okay, let me know each dynasty and take you through history! ! !

Before the college entrance examination, she was not even sure whether she had a grandfather. That title never appeared in family conversations, like a page in the genealogy that had been deliberately torn out. Until the summer when the acceptance letter arrived, a phone call broke all the peace. "I have to go back." She said, with a tiredness that sounded like resignation, "Your grandpa is gone." So they set off on the road to Wuping Town. The closer he got, the clearer the strange feeling in Tang Leyao's heart. The funeral was held in the main hall of the old house. The candlelight flickered, the white flags hung low, and the faces blurred into similar outlines in the smoke. They smiled at her, called her by her nickname, handed her warm tea, everything was polite and impeccable. But when she knelt down in front of the soul and lowered her head to kowtow, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye - The candle flame suddenly swayed, and at a certain moment, she saw that the face reflected in the bronze mirror behind the memorial tablet was not her own. But a younger version of her. Almost at the same time, a unified sigh of relief came from the relatives behind him. "Back." Someone whispered, not in a tone of mourning, but in a tone of relief. Tang Leyao knelt on the cold futon, and the blood in her body cooled down little by little. Only at this moment did she understand: The person waiting for this funeral was never the person in the coffin. But her. This small town that she has never set foot in but has long been integrated into her flesh and blood, these relatives that she has never met but knows everything about her, this ritual that is appropriate in every aspect but is so strange and suffocating-- All the clues quietly fit together. She is not a returning guest. She is the returning chess piece.