It is better to be a peaceful dog than a person in troubled times.

The storm was in turmoil and the country changed hands. When a bloody storm was brewing in the Dali Palace (Du Qingyuan slaughtered the palace and Duan Zhengchun gave way), a small town with storms was unable to escape the sudden aftershock in this turbulent turmoil.

One night more than ten years ago, Dao Wuchang finished the work as usual and returned to a small home that was not rich but comforting, where there were two and a half of the most important in his life. One was willing to give birth to his wife who was almost three years old now, and the other was an old lady who had worked hard to pull him up. As for his daughter, he could only count as half.

Looking at his daughter who was throwing into his arms like the wind, Dao Wuchang pinched his daughter's pink nose and took out a candy man stringed with bamboo chopsticks from behind, both of them felt a kind of small happiness from the bottom of their hearts at the same time.

The reason why Dao Wuchang has such a strange name is because their family has helped people carve tombstones for generations. The name of Wuchang is the same as the homonym of "Wuchang". His father named Dao Yan Luo, perhaps the one underground person who clashed. Dao Yan Luo once accidentally slid off the cliff with a rough stone on his back, and in the end he was not even found the corpse. Dao Wuchang's mother even cried and blinded her eyes for this.

The day when Dao Wu often saw Bai Aihua was an afternoon as usual. A broken wooden car was covered with a broken mat. On the mat was a thin old man who seemed to have died for many days. He drove those who were fragile and unrecognizable. When a rotten smell filled the air, he drove those who were merciless.

A woman with white flowers knelt on the ground, describing the plain white, she seemed to have shed all the last tears in her eyes, and she was neither happy nor sad there, and she was calmly accepting the current situation.

A sign stood on the wheel of the broken wooden car. When Wu Chang got in curiously from the crowd, he learned from the benevolent people beside him that the woman wanted to sell herself to bury her father, but the woman's face was full of pockmarks, which made the benevolent people around who were able to solve all this stop.

The living are mourning, the dead are the greatest, and the dilemma is the peace. The sword Wuchang may have witnessed too many death differences over the years, so he subconsciously walked up and prepared to push the wooden cart away.

A second-rate man who was gloating next to him shouted: "Short-lived ghost, have you paid for it?"

Since Dao Wuchang fell to death, the people around him said that Dao Wuchang would follow his father's footsteps and gave him such a nickname full of malicious intentions. However, this child lived stubbornly until now. Whenever someone in these people's family died, the first thing they thought of was Dao Wuchang, just because he was cheap and did a good job, which was more than better than the top.

"Get out of here, believe it or not, I'll let your old man pick you up and reunite?"

Dao Wuchang finished speaking, and the man walked away. The only thing he thought about now was to buy some good things to respect the old man who had already gone to the underworld. Dao Wuchang's short-lived ghost had come into contact with that thing too much, and maybe he really had the ability to understand ghosts. The reason why he wanted to erect a monument for the old man was because of the word Wei. Dao Wuzheng often came back from the mountains with stones. What's the difference between it and Wei?

Dao Wuchang was almost familiar with this kind of funeral. He quickly prepared paper money, a white banner that summoned the soul, but a coffin, for Bai Aihua, which seemed a bit difficult for Dao Wuchang. When he was buying everything in advance, he made it clear to Bai Aihua in advance. Seeing that Bai Aihua did not raise any objections, he hurriedly buried the old man in a cave that Dao Wuchang dug out to cut stones over the years.

After doing all this, Dao Wuchang took out the few copper plates left in his arms and put them beside Bai Aihua, who was still crying there, and hurriedly left.

Dao Wuchang's reputation over the years does not mean that he is not afraid of ghosts. He feels like a ghost behind him. Dao Wuchang dares to look back on this ink-splashing night, not to mention that he has just sent away a real ghost who may still resent him. He did not really put the other party in peace. After all, the deceased was still lying on a stone in the end.

Listening to the chasing behind him with almost no sound, Dao Wuchang was so scared that his soul went to Qipo. When the familiar home appeared in front of him, he calmed down. Only when he stepped in through the door of the house, the so-called "ghost" followed in.

When Dao Wuchang looked at Bai Aihua, who was also breathless and blushed, appeared in front of him, then he regretted the rash departure just now. If he really wanted to leave this woman in the mountain, he would probably have another body when he went up the next day.

"A Chang, who is this?" When the old lady with dim eyes saw Bai Aihua, the single thread in her heart immediately began to extend. In her world, this infinitely extended thread is likely to wove into a big net.

"Auntie, my name is Bai Aihua, just call me Aihua."

This was the first time Dao Wuchang felt happiness from this woman's emotions. From the moment he pulled the broken wooden cart away, the woman in front of him was always lingered by a kind of sadness. Perhaps Dao Wuchang had never contacted a woman of the opposite sex. At this moment, he suddenly found that he became a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, Aihua, it's so late today, you can stay here and leave tomorrow? OK?" When my mother saw Bai Aihua actually begging Dao Wuchang with her eyes, she knew that her son's spring had come, and then she said with a final say: "This matter is settled."

Bai Aihua stayed there, but on the second day, the third day, and even helped Dao Wuchang give birth to a child, she had never left. She had already regarded the aunt as her mother. As for Dao Wuchang, if it weren't for my mother forcibly pushing her son to Bai Aihua's room, this idiot would have been his husband and daughter's father for a long time.

Dao Wuchang always asked Bai Aihua about the real cause of his father-in-law's death. Bai Aihua always stammered. After Xiaohua was born, this matter was gradually forgotten by Dao Wuchang.

Dao Wuchang has not treated his father-in-law who has been dead for almost four years in the past few years, with his wide tombstones and the most skillful inscriptions written by the most knowledgeable private school teacher. In addition, he has become more and more skillful inscriptions over the years, his father-in-law's stone tomb has added a lot of color. Many wealthy families' tombstones cannot keep up with this piece of artwork that Dao Wuchang is proud of.
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