Han Pengyi, who had just stepped on, happened to bump into such a scene, he looked at the young man who gritted his teeth and said such a thing, as if he was looking at his own family back then, and where was his blood exiled?

He shook his head, maybe because of these cruel years or the burden on his shoulders, that blood has passed away with the wind, maybe one day, Li Panruo's full of blood will be like this, and then embark on the same road as him, silently remembering how stupid he used to be, silently bearing the price paid because of this blood, but he has never regretted it.

This is life.

Li Panruo, who just made such a sentence, got up, and then retreated into the crowd, his figure looked a little rickety at the moment, and his waist was slowly bent down, giving people a feeling of being an old man who had been trampled by life, making people completely ignore his age, for most people, this may just be the age when he just graduated from college and stepped into society, but he is such a guy who has become a little unsightly, but he has already experienced something that most people can't experience in a lifetime.

He didn't feel glad about this, although for an outsider, he would definitely be extremely envious of his experience, but only he knew that if the roles were reversed, those who were envious would definitely not think like this.

After Li Banruo retreated into the distance, he patted Ah Bin's back with his hand, and then said softly, "Go ahead." ”

Abin nodded, taking such a step forward, the pain in his body seemed to be pulling him at this time, and every step was thrilling for him.

He finally stepped in front of the tombstone, the raindrops crossed the solemnity on his face, he knelt down, the hard ground made his knees tingle a little, this scene reminded him of an unknown mountain in the small Xing'an Mountains, he used to kneel like this, solemnly looking at the old man's grave, and after many years, he knelt down again, facing this man who had only been together for a few months, but left an indelible impression on him.

For Abin, he didn't see anything in this river and lake except for the cold state of the world and the deception of Eryu me, anyway, it was shocking, so it was better to turn a blind eye to it, but in this man, he saw another side of this river and lake, which was a kind of desolation in the eyes of most people, sadness in the eyes of a small number of people, and in his eyes.

This man, perhaps, has not been above board all his life, but he is a hero, a hero in every sense of the word.

"Nine masters, the first time I came to this city, stepping into the small rivers and lakes of Xicheng District, I was confused, I don't know why I exist, except for a few words left by the old man, I can't find a trace of faith, I have been, this rivers and lakes are woven by those unrecognizable hyenas competing for interests, but now it seems that this is a wrong idea, I finally understand that the old man often talks about the rivers and lakes, is a wisp of desolation, a trace of regret, a bright light, a person, one thing, love and hate. He bent his waist and fell to his knees, trying to make himself a little smaller, a little smaller.

"Ninth Master, thank you for being able to give the devastated me a clear road, this favor, I will take care of myself and write it down, although I can't return it to you, but I will definitely return it to your child. He finally muttered softly, then stepped back in full view.

Li Panruo nodded at Abin, and then looked at everyone.

Hejing, Chuangzi, Lao Si, Lao Wu, Chen Can, Liu Ameng, Tang Jin, Yingzi, Erlong, Dali and even more than a dozen wanderer security guards.

Under this heavy rain, everyone knelt down and shouted in unison: "Ninth Master, it's easy to go!"

Han Pengyi, who was standing not far away, looked at this scene in a daze, these faces may be immature, but in Xicheng District, they are all characters who can take charge of themselves, a few years later, he believes that one day these people who have inherited Wei Jiu's will will make the name of Wei Jiu resound in such a river and lake again, a little relief slowly appeared on his face, and he muttered: "Ninth Master, if you see such a scene, will you be able to look at it?"

This loud voice resounded throughout the cemetery, covering the wind, the rainstorm, the thunder, and even the tears on her face.

Everyone got up together, then bowed deeply, wept silently, raised their heads, put away all the tears on their faces, in their lives, the road that this man accompanied them had come to an end, but this did not mean that everything was over, this was their beginning.

This page has been turned and a new one has been opened.

This is the man's final curtain call, which may not be magnificent, but this is his life, and it is the only one he has left.

After making an appointment to get together tonight, everyone gradually left, and rushed to the rivers and lakes again, in such bad weather, after this day's toss, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted.

In the end, only Li Banruo Abin and the fourth and fifth children were left in front of the tombstone, Han Pengyi walked up to Li Banruo and said, "Go back." ”

Li Panruo nodded, and then said, "Uncle Han, go back to the wanderer to catch up with the old days?"

Han Pengyi glanced at Wu Ying, Li Banruo generally knew what Han Pengyi meant, and he nodded silently.

"Go back first. Han Pengyi patted Li Panruo's shoulder, and then walked towards Wu Ying.

Li Panruo glanced at the tombstone one last time, and the two words Wei Jiu engraved on it were beaten by the rain like this, but for him, those two words were so eye-catching, and finally he gritted his teeth and left with Abin and the fourth and fifth children.

Han Pengyi walked to Wu Ying's side, he found the tears on her face, but he didn't say anything, just sighed deeply, he knew very well that among all the people present, who hated this man the most, and he knew even more that among all the people present, who was the most difficult to let go.

"Let's go. Han Pengyi finally said.

I said one last thing to him. Wu Ying muttered, her voice gradually choked, and her vision gradually blurred, but such a heavy rain always stopped.

Han Pengyi nodded, she walked to the tombstone like this, stretched out her hand to touch the cold tombstone, and slowly spit out that sentence.

"I'm sorry, I forgive you. ”

Han Pengyi raised his head, feeling the raindrops falling on his face, how long had the man been waiting for this sentence, but the only regret was that when that sentence was finally spoken, he didn't have a chance to listen to it.

The entire Xicheng District will firmly remember that the end of this man is the beginning of this new order, so this man is not sad at all, not ridiculous at all, but how fortunate he is.

Eventually, they gradually left, leaving only the tombstone, the portrait, a bouquet of flowers, and a cigarette.

The last person to leave the parking lot of this cemetery was this Range Rover, Han Pengyi asked Wu Ying where he was going, Wu Ying said, Jincheng Huafu.

Han Pengyi listened, slightly stunned, but did not refuse, and ordered the crow driving to drive to that location.

I don't know how long it took, there was a new visitor in Xicheng Cemetery, and an old man appeared in front of the tombstone, this old man with an old smoking gun was holding a somewhat tattered black umbrella, and his deep and cloudy eyes were staring at what this man left in this river and lake.

"Wei Jiu, if this is not worthy of being remembered by this river and lake, then is such a river and lake still worthy of anyone's nostalgia?" he said, and put the old smoking gun that had been with him for many years on the tombstone.

The old man's face gradually showed a little reluctance, or regret, and he finally turned away and left behind.

"It's time for me to go, this Xicheng District, there is nothing worth nostalgia for my old thing, and about our era, it has passed, and the new era that is about to usher in will not have our name anymore. ”

A desolate sentence, gradually disappeared in this rain curtain, this has long lost the word "rivers and lakes", perhaps no one regards it as rivers and lakes anymore, but there are always people who are out of place with a loyal liver and courage, a body of children's love, stepping out of a small sky, it seems that only such a piece of the world is called rivers and lakes.

Under the rain curtain, it was so fast that it was dark, and a man in a formal suit stepped on the steps, he held a black umbrella, but he held a white flower in his hand, and the man with a face full of righteousness came to the tombstone and put the white chrysanthemum next to the smoking gun.

Liu Hai stared at the statue, thinking back to his first encounter with Wei Jiu, that interrogation room, that man who was full of unruliness, that was a kind of resentment against the whole world, which he also had.

"If it weren't for our respective positions, I'm afraid we'd have become good friends. Bangs muttered, his voice full of regret, but it seemed that he had thought of something again, and then laughed to himself, and continued: "Maybe we have become good friends." ”

Silence is death.

"It's good that you have become the big hero you thought you were, but you left such a delicate gray, how should you make such an old friend face all this. He said with some complaint, it seemed to be a conversation between old friends for many years, who would have thought that they were lifelong rivals.

Eventually, he also left, leaving behind a white flower, just like his righteous life.

Drifting in heavy rain, it seems that this is the biggest farewell for this man.

For a long time, at the end of that road, the back of the man appeared, the vast and majestic back, the back covered with scars, but he staggered.

He stepped to the end, then turned his head and looked around at what he had left behind, regretted, loved, rejoiced, lucked, and lost.

Eventually, all of this converged into a complex that appeared on his face.

He smiled slightly, relieved of all this, and then turned around and stepped forward as if he had lived......