Chapter 1001

It’s been twelve years. No matter how you keep it, you can’t take it out intact. Just like memory, sometimes it’s been in the dust for too long, and when you take it out again, some things may not be there. It's the same, because after all, it's been so long, no one wants to mention what happened that year.

"People, I personally confirmed it, and then found it from the cliff. I also burned the ashes myself. After that, I buried twelve here. No one knows. In this world, only I know that he Where he was buried, even those who chased him to death do not know whether he was buried in the belly of a wolf, tiger and leopard, or just fell to his death, and no one cares."

Uncle Chen dug down with a shovel, he groaned, without a trace of affection, but no one knew, his mood had already turned upside down, and his heart was twitching, no one knew, his How painful my heart is, twelve years later, this heart is alive again.

Because there is a lot of rain in this forest, Uncle Chen was a little bit laborious when digging the box. He dug out the soil with a shovel and threw it out, but half of the shovel was still on it. It took half as long as usual, but Those are not the most important thing. The most important thing is that when he dug out the box of the ashes, he found that the tape and oil paper had been moldy and deteriorated due to their long history...

At that time, he didn't have anything better, so he could only use a small jar he used to make wine to store the ashes. At that time, he felt that Zhan Bing was wronged, but he didn't have better conditions, and he couldn't make a statement. Having kept this secret for so long, he would turn it over from time to time to take a look. Today, it was considered that he had told them about it.

It's just that this urn will probably never go back to the way it used to be.

"This is Zhan... Uncle's ashes box?" Xing Tian looked at the black thing that Uncle Chen held in his hand, which seemed to have deteriorated and become moldy. Is it Zhan Bing's box?

Uncle Chen glanced at him and didn't say anything, but I believe they are also clear, this thing can be seen at a glance, can it be any good thing dug out from here?

"I, I just didn't think that Uncle Zhan and Zhan Jiabing were our idols since childhood, but now, they have become like this? I, in my heart, really feel bad," Xing Tian looked at his hands This box is really uncomfortable.

No matter what... He expressed respect, but this box, he felt too shabby, felt distressed for Zhan Bing, and felt it was not worth it.

Chen Bian's heart was not feeling well either, and his heart was sour that he couldn't speak.

The three of them took the urn and walked inside. Uncle Chen walked in front, carrying the box, while Xing Tian and Chen Bian walked behind. They were as if they were watching a pilgrimage. solemn.

The bonfire is a little dark, or the firewood is a little short, and the fire starts to go down slowly, but for Zhan Glacier, these are not the most important, even if he freezes to death now, it doesn't matter, he must see His father's ashes...for twelve years, he has been concealed for twelve years. The thing that puzzles him the most is why his grandparents also know the truth, but they hide it from him...

The three came in, Uncle Chen put the box on the ground, then sat on his knees, and removed the outer layer of tape and oil paper cloth little by little. Any tool, the expression on the face is also very religious.

On that day, he put his body here and offered incense for three days and three nights before burning the ashes into the ground. At that time, he did not bury him directly, as if somewhere, he seemed to know that one day , his son will find him one day, just like him suddenly appearing in his life, it is God's will, just like this time, fate made them meet again.