The next morning.

After Long Zun sent someone to escort his adoptive mother and Zhang Sheng to kindergarten, and his sister Zhang Ning also went to school, he asked Long Zun to drive to Jinshan Cemetery in Yongzhou.

Jinshan Cemetery is ten kilometers away in the southern suburbs of Yongzhou City, here is a public cemetery, although Zhang Ping's family was already a top wealthy family in Yongzhou, but it is not luxurious in daily life.

After Zhang Ping's untimely death, although the Zhang family was grief-stricken, they also followed Zhang Ping's frugal and simple style and buried Zhang Ping'an in this cemetery in Jinshan.

Long Zun stepped out of the car at the gate of the cemetery, his black boots stepped on the ground, and a black windbreaker fluttered in the wind.

At this time, a light rain fell in the sky, Tang Yong took out a black umbrella from the car, and stood beside Long Zun to hold the umbrella.

Long Zun took out Zhang Ping's favorite red wine from the car, took Tang Yong's umbrella, and said.

"Wait here. ”

Tang Yong nodded silently.

"Yes, Dragonhead. ”

Long Zun walked to the cemetery alone with an umbrella, and the gate was a small house of more than ten square meters, and through the window, you could see that there was an old man about sixty years old guarding the tomb inside.

The old man Long Zun knew him, his name was Wang Tiehan, and he had been the tomb keeper of Jinshan Cemetery for more than ten years.

When Long Zun had not left Yongzhou, he could see this old man every year when he came to sweep the tomb.

More than ten years have passed, Wang Tiehan's figure has become more and more rickety, and his already small hair has turned gray.

Wang Tiehan was bored watching TV while smoking cheap cigarettes, and there was no expression on his wrinkled face.

When I saw Long Zun, I was just surprised that there were still people who came to sweep the tomb in this late autumn season, but I didn't say anything, just nodded lightly, picked up the notebook on the side, and recorded it.

Grave keepers are never a good job, most of the time they are faced with the tombstones, and the busiest time of the year is around the Qingming Festival.

After the grave sweeping is finished, the grave keeper begins to clean up the garbage left behind, and every once in a while to clean up the weeds that have grown around the grave.

Occasionally, the funeral home will bring in the newlyweds, and after the family has chosen the cemetery, the job of the grave keeper is to carve the tombstone.

Carving tombstones is a good income, and it is also a very good treatment for the meager salary of the grave keeper, but the requirements for tombstone carving are very strict.

If you accidentally make a mistake with the names, genders, and relationships of family members on the tombstones, it will be very troublesome, and sometimes even family members will ask for some names to be added or deleted, which will be a waste of time.

Wang Tiehan has looked at the cemetery for more than ten years, and many things that cannot be seen in daily life can be seen clearly in this cemetery, and the warmth and coldness of human feelings are becoming more and more prominent in this place separated by yin and yang, and the ugliness in people's hearts is becoming more and more obvious.

Accustomed to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, Wang Tiehan felt that staying with these dead people was a better world, and year by year, he no longer regarded this place as a job, but a place to rest.

Wang Tiehan watched Long Zun slowly approach, but instead of walking towards the cemetery, he walked towards his hut.

Seeing that Long Zun's hands were empty, only holding a bottle of red wine, he thought that Long Zun wanted to buy some worship supplies, so he hurriedly looked into the house.

It's the late autumn season, Wang Tiehan hasn't bought it yet, and all that is left in the house is some inventory that wasn't sold out last year, he said a little embarrassed.

"Sir, I don't have anything to sell here, there are really few people coming this day, and I don't have any preparations here. ”

Long Zun smiled, and when he approached the window, he took out a metal box from his pocket and put it in Wang Tiehan's hand.

Wang Tiehan curiously took the metal box, opened it and saw that there were neatly arranged cigarettes inside, picked up one and looked at it, there were a few small words on the cigarette: Black Stone Forest.

Ordinary smokers may not have heard of the brand Black Stone Forest, but Wang Tiehan, an old smoking gun, has heard of it.

When he was younger, smoking was a fashionable thing, and several friends talked about various brands of cigarettes together.

Although Black Stone Forest is not as well-known as the Red Panda and Yellow Crane Tower, in terms of the quality of smoke, Black Stone Forest is not inferior to those brands at all.

Shilin brand cigarettes are the national famous brand cigarettes developed and produced by Jing Cigarette Factory in Lingnan District, among which the rare Shilin cigarettes are known as Black Stone Forest, and the price of each is nearly 30,000 yuan.

Wang Tiehan's hand holding the cigarette was a little trembling, looking at Long Zun's magnificent dress, this cigarette should be genuine, he smoked for the first time in decades and saw this kind of cigarette, and his heart was a little excited and a little frightened.

"Sir, this is too precious, why don't you wait here for a while, and I'll help you go down the mountain if you need anything." ”

Wang Tiehan wanted to change the cigarette in his hand back, but he was reluctant, for an old smoking gun, such a genuine cigarette is really extremely tempting.

He could only think of the most simple way, helping Long Zun run errands, which could be regarded as a reward.

Long Zun shook his head and said.

"No, I don't usually smoke, these are just sent by friends, I heard that smoking too much cigarettes in general is not good for the body, but this kind of cigarette has the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing the heart, and smoking a little less is considered healthy. ”

"I don't want your repayment, today I just want to thank you for taking good care of my family buried here, you're welcome. ”

Long Zun has many hobbies, but smoking is not included, because it affects his sense of smell, and for people like him who have tempered his body into weapons, the senses of his body are very acute and important.

Therefore, no matter how high-quality the cigarette is, Long Zun only uses it as a reward for those subordinates who like to smoke, and it is superfluous to put it on his body.

I happened to come to the cemetery today, Wang Tiehan has been guarding the cemetery for more than ten years, it may be just a job for him, in Long Zun's opinion, he is taking care of his adoptive father.

Long Zun has always had clear grievances, and this small black stone forest should be regarded as a thank you to Wang Tiehan.

Wang Tiehan looked at Long Zun, then at the cigarette in his hand, and smiled shyly.

"Hehe, I'm not welcome to that old man, are you a local, little brother, I look at my eyes, I know almost all the people who come to sweep the tomb, but I haven't seen you. ”

Long Zun nodded.

"You don't know me, but I remember you, I've been away from home for more than ten years, and many places are full of people, and it's rare to see you as an acquaintance. ”

Wang Tiehan looked at Long Zun carefully, couldn't think of it for a long time, and then shook his head.

"It seems that I am old, and my memory is not very good, so I really can't remember. ”

Long Zun said with a smile.

"My name is Long Zun, my father's name is Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping of the Zhang family in Yongzhou, and I am his adopted son. ”

Wang Tiehan was stunned for a while, looking at Long Zun's face, the image of a teenager slowly appeared in his mind.

This young man is cold and cold, meticulously handling all kinds of things, like an adult, and the boy is always followed by his crying brother and sister.

Although after so many years, Wang Tiehan still has a deep impression of that young man, but he didn't expect to see him again now, he originally thought that all the people in the Zhang family were ......

"Zhang, Zhang, alas...... This world is unfair to good people. ”

Wang Tiehan let out a long sigh and said.

Long Zun said lightly.

"You are wrong, although justice will be late, it will never be absent, and those people will pay the price. ”

Wang Tiehan looked at Long Zun's upright figure, just like the resolute young man he saw at the beginning, and felt some inexplicable awe in his heart.

The adopted son of the Zhang family is not ordinary!

Seeing that Long Zun was leaving, Wang Tiehan took the box of black stone forests and handed it to Long Zun.

"Mr. Long, now that I know your identity, I don't have the face to leave this thing. ”

"At that time, someone buried Zhang Jian's relics with Zhang Ping as a clothed mound, and the people of the Wu family once came to destroy the tombstone, and I couldn't stop the old man, and in the end, it was that person who specially paid for the old man to repair it. ”

Long Zun frowned, he didn't expect the Wu family to even let go of his father's grave.

"Leave it, tell me who that person is. ”

"That person comes every week, and today I saw her go in, and she should still be inside. ”

Long Zun turned around and walked away and walked towards Zhang Ping's grave.

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