"Your master has a lot of things to do, and if you grow up quickly, you will be able to help your master do things, so that your master can accompany you every day. ”

Well!

Xiao Zhenxuan nodded heavily, and the bright pupils of his eyes showed the light of expectation.

Jin Feng drove to the most famous cemetery and went to Xia Ding's grave.

The backpack that replaced the satchel took out a sacrificial item. Light the wax and offer flowers.

The bronze storage of the Western Zhou Dynasty was opened, and the golden plates and plates were opened, and all kinds of delicacies were put on it.

The small cup of glaze red in the Yuan Dynasty was poured with Zhu Yunwen's wine, and the three famous pot-making masters of the Ming Dynasty, Shi Dabin Linghua purple clay pot was brewed with the enlightenment tea of the god tea tree, and then the rhino horn cup of Hu Xingyue in the late Ming Dynasty was filled with the water of golden chrysanthemum

Yuan Shikai's ivory chopsticks, 7501's spoon and bowl.

Expensive dipterocarp smoke is faint, gently wafting and scattered in the air.

Jin Feng took off his sunglasses and sat on the edge of the tomb with a sigh.

After two rounds of wine, Jin Feng took out a painttube from his backpack and pulled it out and slowly unfolded it.

Illuminate the white picture of the night.

Standing in front of Xia Ding's posthumous statue, slowly unfolded inch by inch, and the white picture was laid out on the left side of the tomb.

The second thing is a few prehistoric stone tools.

The third thing is the most representative gold accessory of the Inca civilization.

The fourth thing is the original Declaration of Independence sealed in soft glass.

The fifth thing is a strange trumpet.

When he touched the sixth Dading fragment in his hand, Jin Feng didn't take it out and said softly.

"I won't show you this. lest you not be able to sleep at night. ”

"I didn't catch anything good when I went out this time, so this picture of white at night is an object. ”

"I was thinking of getting the chicken bowl cup back at the Metropolitan Museum to make tea for you, but the security over there is very tight, and I don't have time. ”

"I gave Zimo a word, and you can't see the picture of the Ming Emperor and the concubine, so I didn't bring it to you. ”

"These are not bad, and they are my record. ”

"You often say that the White Skins of the First Empire have no history, so I brought them their origins. ”

"You also said that the Inca civilization originated in China, and I also brought it to you. ”

"And what you said, the angel horn is a legend, and I have brought this legend to you. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng closed his eyes and said softly, "Look slowly." ”

The portrait of Xia Ding on the tombstone is younger than the portrait preserved by Luo Ting, it is a photo of Xia Ding when he was eighty years old, his eyes are as sharp as electricity, his appearance is majestic like a god, and his momentum is overwhelming.

Even if it is living in a photo, it is intimidating and admirable.

With the shrewdness of insight into everything in the world on his face, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his leopard eyes stared straight at Jin Feng, reminding him of the first time he saw Qingcheng Mountain.

One dead and one alive, one in front of the grave and one in the tomb.

Yin and Yang look at each other from each other, but things are not people.

One quietly maintains eternal silence, and the other silently turns into a statue of stillness.

Today is the second anniversary of Sin Chew Doubao!

Xia Ding has been dead for almost two years.

The sun was getting off, and it was already afternoon.

The mountain wind blew, swaying with pine leaves, it was Xia Ding's sneer and ridicule, and it was also the mountain wind gently wiping Xia Ding's tears of laughter.

After the wine is offered, the rice is offered.

In the end, Jin Feng slowly stood up, calmly looked at the Tiandu City with a surging heat wave in the distance, tilted his head and smiled.

"Gone. ”

"Wait for my good news. Wish me luck. ”

Slowly picking up the stacks of good things and putting them back into the backpack one by one, Jin Feng suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and pointed to Xia Ding's photo and shouted, "Don't laugh! ”

"If you can't win, maybe I'll accompany you this year. ”

"If I go, you're going to have to be driven crazy by me. ”

"Hmph"

Xia Ding on the posthumous photo was still imposing, looking straight ahead, there seemed to be eight more points of fear and two points of anger in his eyes, and it seemed to be two points of fear and eight points of anger.

Jin Feng laughed to himself all of a sudden.

Looking at Xia Ding's posthumous photo and shaking his head, he smiled so happily, so darkly, and so sincerely.

"Mom, this person is crazy and talks to dead people. ”

A little girl hurried back in fear, her delicate voice tinged with a hint of horror

"Mom. I'm afraid. ”

The little girl hid behind a young woman and didn't dare to look at Jin Feng at all.

The young woman gently comforted and said, "Don't be afraid, my mother also talked to your father just now."

The little girl hid behind the young woman's back and tightly wrapped her hands around the young woman's waist, and said timidly: "He is still laughing, laughing so terrifyingly, I'm afraid."

The young woman turned around and said softly, "It's okay, mom is here." ”

"Mommy protects you. ”

The young woman took the little girl around her waist and walked over to Xia Ding's tomb.

The sun's rays reflected on the golden deer of the Inca civilization, and the young woman's sunglasses shone with a golden light, which made the young woman can't help but glance back slightly.

"Huh!?"

"Western Zhou Bronze Storage!?"

The young woman's face changed, and then she looked at a few things on the tomb, and her face changed suddenly, and she took off her sunglasses at once, and looked at her head obliquely, and was stunned for a moment.

"It's you!"

"Jin Feng!"

Jin Feng turned his head silently, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

One of the most classical palace concubines stood in front of Jin Feng prettyly, with delicate flowers shining on the water, moon eyes and red lips, with a long black skirt and black sunglasses, the nobility and beauty that came to Jin Feng made Jin Feng suffocate slightly.

After only glancing at the young woman, Jin Feng withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Ms. Cangjia. ”

The young woman like a concubine in front of him was the Cangjia that Jin Feng met in the First Empire Museum.

And what is hidden behind the vicissitudes is that Xiao Honghong, who is not refusing to learn Jin Feng's tricks.

Cangjia, the president of a multinational consortium, was a little surprised to see Jin Feng here, and after nodding lightly in return, his eyes were projected to the corner of the painting that Jin Feng had just put away.

"Hmm"

That painting made Cangjia feel a little familiar, and when he was about to take a second look, Jin Feng had already put the painting back into the painting tube.

Cangjia was stunned and looked at it again.

Suddenly, the delicate body shook, revealing an impossible look, and endless horror and horror flashed in the eyes of the moon.

"How could it be"

Subconsciously looked at the tombstone, and in an instant, the flowers were discolored, and the deepest part of the pupils of the autumn water turned up in horror.

"Xia Lao !!"

"Isn't it said that the Xia family is not with him?"

"Why did he come back to see Xia Lao?"

Xia Dingbao's eyes on the posthumous photo on the tombstone were shining, even if it was a photo, Cangjia didn't dare to look at it directly.

At this time, Jin Feng slowly put the angel horn into his backpack, and put away all the other items in turn.

When Cangjia saw these objects and antiques in front of him, the shock in his heart was already terrifying.

At this time, that little Honghong looked straight at Jin Feng, his face had long since lost the fear just now, and he was a little more surprised.

"Uncle Jin Feng. ”

"Thank you for the blessing melon. ”

"I love it. ”

Saying that, Xiao Honghong deliberately picked up the blessing melon pendant around his neck and kissed it, and said delicately: "Uncle Jin Feng, can I take a photo with you?"

"It turns out that you are so powerful. I didn't know until later. ”

Jin Feng smiled softly and happily agreed.

Xiao Honghong was just about to step into the graveyard to find Jin Feng to take a photo, but suddenly shrank back and hesitated, with a trace of fear on his little face.

It was an innate fear of the grave of a stranger.

Jin Feng smiled and stretched out his hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid, he likes children who read a lot the most." ”

"If he were to live, you would be rewarded with a lot today. ”

With Jin Feng's encouragement, Xiao Honghong is not afraid. took Jin Feng's hand and went to the tomb and took two selfies with his mobile phone.

"Uncle Jin Feng, last time you said you were going to teach me magic tricks, does it still count?"

Xiao Honghong looked at Jin Feng with his little head held high, with a longing in his big bright little eyes.

Since seeing all of Jin Feng's videos on the Internet, Xiao Honghong has admired Jin Feng infinitely and has become another die-hard fan of Jin Feng.

remembered that Jin Feng promised to teach himself magic that day, but he rejected him, and how much he regretted it.

"I'll teach you later. ”

Jin Feng said with a smile, packed up the last guys, and bowed to Xia Ding.

filled a bowl of water and rice and poured it back with his backhand, and said to Xiao Honghong: "Uncle left first." ”