Chapter 1040

Spring has not yet arrived, is still in the end of winter, in the north is still very cold, cold wind in the face like a knife cut.

In front of the tomb, a bunch of white flowers were shaking in the wind, the petals were blown and withered, and the names of two old people were engraved on the stele. It has been three years since Xiao Jue could not resist the sky.

He knelt down in silence, his lips trembled, his hoarse words and in the north wind, he could not hear clearly, could not distinguish, could not shed tears, only whispered.

Xu Qiong went to one side and left him time to be alone. She asked the cemetery manager who had just come here to lay down the white flowers.

Unfortunately, there is no result. There are a lot of people going in and out every day. No one will pay special attention to who it is.

Xiao Jue kneels down in front of the tombstone and wants to stay with her forever. She has lost her goal of life. Her heart is empty and her world is gray.

"Dad, this is a kind of God brew that I brought back from fero. It's hard for all the gods to drink. It's a pot of essence distilled from a thousand year old wine cellar."

Xiao Jue will open a jade gourd with Lanolin and pour out the wine. The refreshing fragrance will overflow the cemetery.

Xu Qiong was surprised and turned to look back. She happened to see this scene. The wine was so strong that even people who didn't drink liquor were moved by the aroma.

The guardian of the cemetery saw that, quickly came up, told him that he had violated the regulations, let him put away the wine bottle, and also need to be fined.

Xu Qiong came forward, took out a stack of money, handed it over, not let it close, afraid of causing any trouble, she knew that today's Xiao Jue can not be measured by "ordinary people".

"Mom, here are some trinkets I brought back for you from Douro." There are some strange ornaments in Xiao Jue's hands, such as long pearl strings made by washing all the lead and polishing away the floating light, and amulets carved by the sacrifice of the heavenly demon They're all life prolonging things.

Each piece is crystal clear, brilliant, overflowing a line of essence, even ordinary people can see extraordinary, can let the whole body pore relaxation, such as spring breeze.

"Chi"

Xiao Jue's hands burst into flames, which ignited these things and the thousand year old God brew, turning them into a brilliant light, becoming looting ashes and falling in front of the tomb.

The caretaker of the cemetery was in a hurry and said that he was in serious violation of the rules. He couldn't burn anything in this place. When he saw the fire jumping out of Xiao Jue's palm, his eyes were a little straight.

"I said You burn what it is, how can it be more bright than the magic lamp, and burst out a strip of light, like a baby. Oh, what kind of wine is it? It's too fragrant. I can't help but drink it. I'll be drunk just by smelling it. "

As soon as he approached, he fell to the ground with a thump and passed out drunk. Xu Qiong retreated, afraid of being drunk by the wine. She has been through a wide range of experiences. She has already found that those things in Xiao Jue's hands are not ordinary products and cannot be measured with common sense.

Not to mention the dazzling beads, that is, the wine gourd is flawless suede jade. If you take it to auction, it will certainly cause a stir and make a huge price.

When the guardian of the cemetery woke up again, he found that there was a lot of burning in front of him. He immediately jumped up and was very angry.

"Well, what's the matter with you Did you burn a truck? How to clean it up! " His eyes are straight, such a pile, not to mention burning, light transport is very difficult.

Xu Qiong quickly forward, again handed out a thick stack of money, no matter at any time, this situation has not changed, the money in place, even can let the mill upside down to push the ghost.

"Life in the world, there are too many helpless, we can not resist, mourning. Uncles and aunts will not blame you. As long as you come back safely, it will be the greatest comfort to them, because before they die, all they care about is your safety. " Xu Qiong persuades.

"I know. I want to be alone. You go back first. " Xiao Jue, with her back to him, sat there and said.

The red sun set in the west, and one day passed in a flash, and finally stars were scattered. He sat still in silence. The caretaker of the cemetery was very upset, but he didn't dare to take care of him. Xu qiongsai gave him a lot of money before he left.

In the early morning, the sun was falling and the sun was rising very high. Xiao Jue was still there, motionless from the beginning to the end.

He sat dead for a day and a night, silent memories, from childhood to growing up, every scene, about his parents are floating in his heart, it is difficult to get out of the heart.

The happy, the sad, the unforgettable, the unforgettable, the unforgettable, the past like smoke, occupied his heart, and he wanted to sleep here.

In the afternoon, with a sigh, he stood up and left. His back was bleak and he stepped out of the cemetery.

Although she didn't come back for a day and a night, Xu Qiong was not worried about it. She saw him go into the sky with her own eyes. She thought that no one in the world could hurt him, maybe only himself.

In the end, she sat on the sofa to listen to every detail, but she did not listen to her voice.

There is light and there is darkness. Everyone will be happy and sad. There are happy memories. Naturally, there will be disappointments. Xu Qiong waited for him for two years and then got married. As she said, people always have to live a bad life.

And life is colorful, there will be wind and rain, her life fell to the bottom ten years ago, the marriage of many years came to an end, she lost everything.When Xu Qiong went to the suburbs to relax, he unexpectedly met his parents. He couldn't believe it was the two old people who had taken them away.

"Uncles and aunts are good people who donate the money you left to an orphanage, but their lives are so difficult. Children, you think they like I think that bunch of flowers should be from the orphanage. "

When the doorbell rang, Xu Ye ran out of the room and went to open the door, shouting that his father was back.

"My husband came back. He didn't have much money. I earned money to buy the villa in recent years, but the person was very honest. Xu Ye was not his own, but he was very kind to her."

When talking about her daughter's name, Xu Qiong's voice obviously trembles. Ye and ye are homophonic. Xiao Jue's heart is astringent. Jiulong's coffin has changed a lot.

Once there was a marriage, Xu Qiong's choice was very careful. This is a university professor, engaged in archaeological research, people are really very good.

Yang Xiao, at first glance, is not the kind of tactful and worldly person. He is a bit dull. When he sees the guests coming to his home, he first smiles with kindness, and then greets him with Xu Qiong's introduction.

"Dad, how did you come back? You don't know. I saw a meteor that nearly hit our house and scared my mother." Xu Ye chirps, happy like a little magpie.

"After many days' delay in Jiangling, there was a large tomb. I don't know what happened. All the people who went in died. The archaeology ended, otherwise I would come back later."

"Oh, really, it's too dangerous, Dad. You don't want to go." Xu Ye is tall, slender and graceful. He poured a cup of tea for him, and said fearfully.

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