The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"What's this?" Mrs. sun didn't think this box of purple incense was ordinary.

"This is to ask for divine incense," Qi Yan took out nine incense sticks and put them in his hand. He said to Mrs. sun, "if you take a wisp of merit and sacrifice to them, you can only make nine hundred and eighty-one incense sticks." Qi Yan inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, "it is said that this kind of incense can help people ask about heaven and earth, yin and Yang, past and present lives, but..."

Qi Yan took back his hand: "legend is a legend. It has only one real use. It can lead the master's love and find the person he wants to find." Qi Yan handed the three incense to Mrs. sun. "This incense has a characteristic. It helps the most good people, the most virtuous people and the most benevolent people. If there are people with evil intentions, it is the most common incense."

With the help of these three incense sticks, Mrs. sun smiled and said, "although I have no great power in my life, at least... I have a clear conscience."

"What a clear conscience," Qi Yan smiled. "It's because the old lady has such a mind that I dare to take out this divine incense. If others come, I can't give up such a good thing."

"Thank you for your praise," said Mrs. sun with a good smile. "I don't know what I need to do?"

Qi Yan lit a red candle, lit the remaining three incense sticks, turned his head and said to Mrs. sun, "light the incense first."

The nine sticks of incense lit up, and the house was soon shrouded in smoke. Qi Yan held Mrs. sun's hand. Her skin relaxed and lost its elasticity. She was like a dead tree about to grow old, barely maintaining a tall and straight posture. She was already old inside.

Qi Yan cut his finger and drew a rune on the old lady's palm, "old lady, call her name."

"Qin Feng."

This friend of Mrs. sun's is Qin Feng, a very beautiful and lively young woman.

Qi Yan loosened the old lady's hand. As Mrs. sun's voice grew older and more hoarse, the smoke in the house dissipated a little. The nine incense burned up, leaving only a touch of ash.

"Master Qi, have you found her?" old lady sun's voice was hoarse. Qi Yan poured her a glass of water.

"Found it."

"Where is she?" Mrs. sun put down her glass and grabbed Qi Yan's sleeve. "Where is she?"

"She's in the imperial capital," Qi Yan reluctantly smiled. "Do you want me to take you to see her?"

Mrs. sun's face changed greatly. After a long time, she nodded: "OK."

Mrs. sun was originally related to the cen family, so Cen's father told him about it a few days ago, and then he promised to help. In fact, after seeing Mrs. sun's face, he even realized that the person she asked for was separated from her.

But face is not everything. He is willing to ask Shenxiang again for the old lady.

Mrs. sun is eighty-eight years old. If Qin Feng, who is two years older than her, is still alive, she should be ninety years old now.

How many people in the world can cross the threshold of 90?

Qi Yan took Mrs. sun to a tomb. The tomb has been for some years. Although it is very clean, it can be seen from the color of the tombstone that the people in the cemetery have died for decades.

Mrs. sun put on reading glasses and stroked the black-and-white photos on the tombstone with trembling hands. Tears welled up in her old eyes.

"Ms. Qin Feng, it's been 65 years since she died," Qi Yan felt a little uncomfortable in her throat. "On her wedding day, a fire broke out in the building, and she saved three children..."

"Sixty five years! Sixty five years!"

The elegant old man finally collapsed at this moment, holding the tombstone and wailing.

"Qin Feng! We made an appointment to meet. You broke the appointment, and so did I."

Mrs. sun lost her strength crying. When the bodyguard wanted to help her up, she pushed away the bodyguard, took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the weathered tombstone: "we haven't seen each other for 68 years. I didn't expect that goodbye would be here."

"You still look so young, but I'm old. I don't know if I'm underground. Do you recognize me when you see me?" Mrs. sun wiped the tombstone, saw a weed next to the tombstone, and carefully removed it. "You always say I'm stupid, but you're more stupid than me."

She sat on the ground, regardless of whether the dust stained her cheongsam, and whether she was elegant or not at this time, "old sister, this is the last time I came to see you."

"I'm old. I don't have a few years to live."

"If you haven't had time to reincarnate, wait for me below. We'll reincarnate together and be a pair of good sisters in the next life."

"Well, it's better to reincarnate. How cold it should be for you to stay there alone. I can't bear it. I can't bear it."

Mrs. Sun took off her reading glasses and wiped the corners of her eyes: "I don't wear glasses. I can't see what your photos are like. Won't you laugh at me?"

Only the breeze in the mountains and the cold tombstone answered her.

"Mrs. sun, it's cold," Qi Yan squatted beside Mrs. sun. "Let's go back."

"Let me look at her again," Mrs. sun gently rubbed the picture on the tombstone. "This is the last time I've seen her. I always have to look carefully so that I don't forget her because of my bad memory."

"Then I'll be here with you," Qi Yan took off his coat and put it on Mrs. sun. As soon as he sat on his legs, he really sat next to Mrs. sun.

Mrs. sun touched her coat and showed a smile on her face: "your child is really interesting. It must be very funny for girls."

Qi Yan smiled calmly: "I wish I could make Bai He like it."

Mrs. sun's old face showed a trace of confusion: "yes, as long as you let the other party like it, child, you are an understanding person."

"I don't know what love between the same sex is like. Even my husband and I respect more than love in our whole life. In this life, I live for my husband and children. Now in retrospect, the really happy years are only the twenty years before we got married."

"Shh," said Mrs. sun, holding her finger to her mouth. "I said that today, and you'll forget it tomorrow."

Qi Yan shook his head: "I'm a robot with poor memory ability. Please say it casually to my beautiful wife. I turned around and forgot."

"That's nice. You're a nice child. You're more popular than my two grandchildren." Mrs. sun smiled like an innocent girl by leaning on her friend's tombstone. "When I married the sun family, I was only 20 years old. Every word and deed represented my mother's face and my husband's face. What love? In our family, that's a joke."

"Woman..." old lady sun's cheek touched the cold tombstone, as if she had found some kind of support. "I have too many unwilling and helpless in my life. Now, I'm just old lady sun in the mouth of others."

"I really envy you children now. You can choose your own way and be yourself," Mrs. sun patted the back of Qi Yan's hand. "Live a good life with the child Baihe. You are all good children. If you love together, if you don't love, you can separate. Don't embarrass each other."

"I see, thank you." Qi Yan thought. Although the hand was very old, it was still so soft inside.

"Let's go." Mrs. sun reluctantly touched the tombstone for the last time, "it's changed back."

"Don't you look at it anymore?" Qi Yan saw the bottom of the old man's eyes. "I can accompany you for a while."

"No," Mrs. sun smiled and shook her head. "I've kept all this in mind."

Mrs. sun returned to her home abroad. Ten days later, a lawyer found Qi Yan.

"Mr. Qi, Mrs. sun has died."

Qi Yan was stunned. He looked at the large envelope handed to him by the lawyer. The envelope style was very old. It had a yellowish shell. There was no fancy design, and several beautiful words were written on it.

The content of the word is: Qi Yan Qinqi.

"Mrs. sun specially left a will saying that her villa in the imperial capital was left to you as your revenge for helping her find someone," the lawyer took out a certificate and a mahogany box.

"This is her wedding present for you."

As like as two peas, a harmonious union lasting a hundred years, the four men wrote the letter, which was exactly the same as the envelope.

"If you confirm it, please sign it."

Qi Yan silently signed the document and sent the Secretary away.

Holding the envelope, Qi Yan returned to his study and opened the envelope with a paper knife.

There were several photos in the envelope. The two girls in the photos were very beautiful. Their smiling eyes were like stars in the sky. Qi Yan put down the photos and finished reading the letter.

The letter was very long, like the mumbling of an old man, and like a girl telling him a story.

She said she thanked him for putting on her coat, which her husband had never done to her.

She said that she was happy to finally meet the old sisters.

She said, I wish him happiness and longevity.

Qi Yan felt that he was like an irrelevant passer-by. He visited other people's lives, but at the end, he didn't intend to make this person's life complete in a sense.

The letter was signed with he Chanjuan, the name of Mrs. sun.

Chan Juan.

May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together..

This is a beautiful name.

At least, he remembered the name of Ms. He.

He got up and found a big wooden box. Qi Yan put the letters, photos and the will in it.

When he picked up the red note, Qi Yan said thank you.

People come and go all over the world. Some people are strangers all their life, some people meet and miss, and others spend their lives together.

But no one cares what they are called, whether they are happy or whether they are doing well except themselves and those who value them.

Everyone is too busy to care about others.

A little kindness is not a bad thing. Maybe one day, this kindness will warm others' lives.

When the box was closed, Qi Yan smiled.

May you be sisters in the next life, close and friendly.