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Two inconspicuous earthen bags stand quietly in this sea of flowers surrounded by mountain peaks and coasts, the sea breeze blows slightly, the surrounding flowers and plants move with the wind, here is so peaceful, quiet, if it were not for the two stone tablets on it, no one would have seen that these two lonely and inconspicuous earthen bags were actually two tombs。。。。。。

There are only two simple names engraved on the stele, and there are no other traces of this, one is engraved with Hu Qingshan, and the other is engraved with Xia Yanqing.

"Puff"

As soon as the Hu bandit's eyes fell on the stone tablet, he knelt down with his legs, knelt on the ground with both hands, respectfully kowtowed nine times, and shouted out the two words "Dad, Mother!"

When kowtowing, it is not exaggerated to the point that the scalp is broken and bleeding, he thinks that it is a do, and the head is bleeding, either you are knocked on a stone, or when you are begging for mercy, this kind of situation will only occur in the movie, Hu Bandit thinks, men kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, kneel to their parents in the middle, kowtow as long as you do your best, there is no need to do it for outsiders.

Kowtowed, the bandit didn't get up, but fortunately he sat cross-legged between the two graves, took out a crumpled box of cigarettes from his arms, and asked without raising his head, "Do you smoke?"

"It's not a small addiction to smoking."

Of course, Yang Hujiang, who was standing on the side, would not think that his words were asking himself.

Hu Bandit took out three cigarettes and lit them in his mouth in turn, and then put them next to Hu Qingshan's grave, and said softly: "Dad, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time, let's smoke enough first, and the next time I come to see you, I'm bringing you more, my cigarettes are not very good, when I was in my hometown, it was usually two or three yuan a pack, this time I borrowed it from others, and the smoke was a little higher-grade, don't dislike it"

Then I lit another one, took a few puffs, turned my head and said: "Mother, I came suddenly, and I didn't bring you anything, next time I came to make up for it together, don't see my son"

While smoking, he picked up the weeds and stones around the two graves with his hands and threw them into the distance, and picked up two handfuls of soil from the ground and sprinkled them on them in turn, every time he blinked, he would bring out a teardrop from his eyes, wiped his face with his hands full of dirt, and muttered vaguely in his mouth, your son doesn't know who looks like you, and there is no photo to compare when you are in your hometown, they all say that the daughter is like a father, and the son is like a mother, it seems that the matter of our three people has to become a suspense.

Hey, they all say that children without fathers and mothers are bitter, but I don't think this tragedy really fell on me, there are a bunch of bandit leaders who have no children and no daughters living in Hujia Village, counting our own grandfather, there are more than ten or twenty, and they are good to me, just treat them as their own grandsons, and what housekeeping skills in my hands have been passed on to me, so although you are not here when you are young, I really haven't suffered anything, so you can rest assured.

Yang Hujiang looked down at this bitter child who had a father and a mother and no father and mother, and his psychology was also quite emotional, at his age with his identity and status, it was when he was young and frivolous, but it was precisely because of his identity and status that he was now running around, hovering on the edge of life and death, I don't know if this is his luck or misfortune.

Luck...

Maybe from now on, the bandits will be able to take advantage of this to embark on a peak in life

Misfortune...

That is, maybe another untimely death like his father.

The bandit threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the distance in an arc, raised his head and looked around, and said lightly: "This place, feng shui is good."

"After your parents had an accident, they were going to be buried in Hujia Village or the capital, but Wang Banxian in your village had to look at the topography of the island, and someone showed him the map here. Yang Hujiang doesn't know much about this, he can't believe in the feng shui tomb, he can't talk about it, he doesn't believe it, he always feels a little mysterious, but the cultural heritage of five thousand years in China, these thousands of years of inheritance still have his reasons.

"It's a big deal"

Hu Bandit sighed, and said in a sad tone: "It is beneficial to the descendants buried here, the predecessors, it is not very likely"

The terrain here is flat, the mountains look at the water, there is only this land within a radius of thousands of miles, in terms of feng shui, most of the nearby leylines and spiritual energy will gather here, as long as someone is buried here, future generations will be blessed by the rest of the shade.

Hu Bandit can not be said to be proficient in feng shui, but he also knows a little about fur, when he is fine, he will run to the low and dark room of the blind man to listen to him talk about those ethereal ghosts and gods, at first it was to pass the time to listen to the story, over time the blind man did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and it didn't matter whether the bandit understood or not, occasionally interspersed with some feng shui divination tricks when telling stories, and after a long time, he became a pseudo-expert who wandered around less than half a bottle.

However, as far as he knows, Wang Blind did a little-known scenery event a few decades ago, that is, on the eve of the end of civil strife and the founding of the People's Republic of China, someone specially invited him into the capital, it is said that the original construction of the People's Square in the capital of China and the paving of floor tiles are from his layout, and the Monument to the People's Heroes on the People's Square is also from his handwriting, so it can be seen that Wang Blind is called Wang Banxian, and his skills can be seen.

The little fur that Hu bandit used from Wang's blind man could see at a glance that the graves of his parents did not choose to be buried in Hujia Village or in the capital, but were buried on this remote island thousands of miles away from China.

Hu Bandit stood up, came to Yang Hujiang, looked up into his eyes, and said very seriously: "After this island, I want to find a way to let him change his surname to Hu, regardless of whether it is robbed or bought, in short, there is no reason to return it after it has been in hand for so long, right?"

General Yang Hu patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can change it if you say it, but you have to think of it yourself, so you should be filial to them."

Hu Bandit nodded, and walked back along the same road, muttering in his mouth as he walked: "I said that the surname here is Hu, and someone in the province will come to disturb their rest in the future, if anyone dares to disturb the peace of his father, I will dig the ancestral grave of the eighth generation of his family... ”

Yang Hujiang shook his head and looked at the bandit who was walking forward with his head bowed and thought to himself, I hope that there is no longer a guy who is not long-eyed to come here to touch this kid's moldy head, otherwise he will really hit the muzzle of the gun.

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