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Look at the mountains and fields, do you still feel lonely?

You listen to that guy singing, that song you love the most.

In the world, how much complexity does not have to worry about anymore....

You heard it right, in front of a grave in a thousand kilometers of grave mountain, there is a middle-aged man singing this song.

What a beautiful and moving melody, what an unforgettable and sad ballad, and the wildflowers all over the grave mountain, no matter how ugly he sings, there is still a little bit... Artistic conception.

As the director of the crematorium, he has nothing to do, wandering around the grave mountain, looking at the old people, and increasing his knowledge... It is also very necessary.

After a song, he looked at a tombstone affectionately and sighed softly.

This is his wife's grave, which has been buried for more than ten years, and after all these years, the familiar smiling face is still so clear.

He lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and looked at another tombstone, another sigh.

This is the grave of his childhood friend, who only lived to be twenty years old, and died young.

Not long after, he walked to another tombstone and sighed.

This is the tomb of the old king next door, how can he live to be 80 years old if he lacks virtue and does all his deeds? The sky has no eyes..

In this way, he walked and stopped, and at the end of the day, he visited most of the grave mountains.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

The sun is almost setting, and it's time to go back.

Lao Zhao finally straightened his waist and took heavy steps, and was about to go down the mountain, when he saw Tang Yan who was coming up the mountain.

"Uncle Zhao, are you hungry? Eat while it's hot. Tang Yan, who came over, opened the lunch box and handed it over.

"Part-time?" Zhao Xingxing asked.

"Long stay. Tang Yan said.

Zhao Xingxing was slightly stunned, then took the meal and started eating, and asked while eating: "Don't you think that coming here to do this kind of work is too aggrieved by the reputation of college students?"

Tang Yan said with a smile: "There is no distinction between high and low work, it is all mixed food." ”

Zhao Xingxing also smiled, stuffed half a bowl of rice into his mouth in three or two bites, and said vaguely: "... Not bad.. Ah yes, I haven't eaten your cooking for a few months, and it's still so delicious, it's almost catching up with your dad. When we go out of business, we will open a small restaurant, and we will be able to live this life..."

This was a joke, but Tang Yan was very surprised, he asked, "My dad can cook?"

Cang Tian testified that Tang Yan was 21 years old, and in the past 21 years, he had really never eaten Tang Laosan's cooking. When Tang Yan was very young, he lived every day with box lunches, rice bowls, noodles, and buns... It wasn't until Tang Yan was eight years old that he learned to cook, and this ended his life of buying food. But it's Tang Yan who cooks. How did Donald San ever do a meal?

Knowing that he was leaking, Zhao Xingxing simply confessed: "He is just a little lazy, when he was young, he worked as a cook... Later, he became a pig slaughterer. ”

Tang Yan's nose was a little sour, and he smiled bitterly: "In my life, I have never seen someone as lazy as my father." Is... I didn't expect him to be a cook, but I've been eating roadside food for years!"

Zhao Xingxing patted Tang Yan's shoulder and comforted: "Okay, okay... Look, isn't that great? If he's not lazy, how can he achieve such a high-end cooking skill? In the future... You don't have to eat noodles every day, hehe..."

Is this a consolation? Tang Yan had no choice but to take it as a consolation. In the middle of the ring, he asked, "How has the business been in the past few months?"

"It's not the same as before, it's not good or bad," Zhao said happily.

"That's good. It seems that the situation in the city is not as serious as I thought..."Tang Yan said.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Xingxing asked.

Tang Yan thought for a while before saying, "If you believe it, I'll tell you." ”

Zhao Xingxing said angrily: "What do you believe or not, do you still lie to your Uncle Zhao? You just told me that the little Japanese shells were lost in the city, and I also believed it..."

Tang Yan told everything that had happened in the past few days, and finally said earnestly: "It's so weird, so... I decided to retire here, anyway, I was dealing with the dead, and it should be able to stop. ”

Zhao Xingxing was still so calm, and only said half-loudly: "It's so ruthless!"

Tang Yan was puzzled and asked, "What's really ruthless?"

Zhao Xingxing said: "It's nothing, it's also very good here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, suitable for the elderly..."

Tang Yan was speechless for a moment, didn't ask much, jumped on a boulder, and looked at the scenery by himself.

"Tonight.. I'm not going back. Zhao Xingxing said.

"Oh!" Tang Yan replied.

"That Maoshan Taoist, you greet him well, don't drive him away.." Zhao Xingxing said again.

"Charlatan, if you don't drive him away, will you still entertain him?" Tang Yan was a little puzzled.

"Ten charlatans, there are also one or two who are unbearable, maybe he is one of them..."

"What if he has to go?"

"He's not going to go, not for at least 10 days. ”

"Well... Bring you food tomorrow morning, what do you want to eat?"

"Bacon, fritters, red bean soup.."

Knowing this uncle's virtues, Tang Yan didn't stay long, and when it was almost dark, he went down the mountain.

It's not very cold these days, and there are places to rest on the mountain, so I'm not afraid of him catching a cold.

Originally, when he first came here, Tang Yan was shocked by this uncle's approach, but over time, he slowly got used to it.

When he returned to the courtyard in the forest, he saw that the little Taoist priest was meditating in a good manner, Tang Yan pursed his lips, and he didn't pay attention to it, so he was ready to go back to the room.

"Donor, please stay.." The dark clouds suddenly opened their eyes.

"Call me Tang Yan, what's there... What are you doing?" asked Tang Yan.

"Where is the field manager? The clouds saluted.

Seeing this gift, Tang Yan clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "There is a fate to meet, poor monk.. It's time to rest.."

"Master is a Shaolin disciple?" asked Wuyun in surprise.

"Definitely.. No, the poor monk is the descendant of Emei, and the yang is prosperous and the yin is declining, so there is no need to be surprised. Clause... 107 generations. Tang Yan smiled.

"It turned out to be a master, fortunately..."

"False praise..."

Damn, chewing all the Chinese, Tang Yan didn't bother to continue, went directly into the house, and closed the door... It's quiet..

The little Taoist priest was also interested, so he didn't bother Tang Yan, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate.

The back mountain is not very far, and the terrain is very high, if you have good eyesight, you can also see the situation in the courtyard.

At this moment, Zhao Xingxing happened to be standing on a big rock, looking at the dark clouds that had become like an old monk from a distance, and said to himself: "Maoshan dark clouds, if you are really a malleable talent, it's a pity that Li Chenfeng's stubborn old way is really not suitable for being a disciple, and he almost missed his future." ”

Thinking of Li Chenfeng in Maoshan, Lao Zhao could only sigh. Only those who have really dealt with that old fellow know what it means to cherish words like gold, and only then can they understand how dumb people are refined!

"But it doesn't matter, if you suffer a little, you can grow..."

Zhao Xingxing thought like this, and the phone rang at this time.

"The grave is full of flowers..."

Seeing the caller ID, Zhao Xingxing hurriedly picked it up, and opened his mouth to scold: "Bastard Tang Laosan, how did you become a father? I don't even bother to talk about you, you're so ruthless... I didn't let him go to a good university, so I just threw him here with me... Is this appropriate? Is this appropriate? What the hell are you going to make a fuss about?"

"Lao Zhao, dissipate your anger, have you eaten?" said the other end of the phone.

“.... Lao Tzu eats noodles every day." Zhao Xingxing said angrily.

"It's... Is the weather good?" the man asked.

"Okay, don't you know, aren't you in the city?" Zhao Xingxing snorted coldly.

"How's the business?" the man asked again.

"Donald Laosan, your uncle, if you have a fart, hurry up, don't talk to Lao Tzu.." Zhao Xingxing was angry for a while.

"Haha, there's no fart to let go, just when he arrives, the little Taoist priest of Maoshan is also with you, right?"

"Not with me, but with you? You're still so despicable, you even know this..."

"Hey... Hey, hey, hey.. Ah, the signal is not good...."

"Slow! bastard, I'll just ask, is it because Nankun City is ruined, and the instructions from above can be issued?"

"Hey, can you hear me? Ahhh Hang up!"

"I said..."

The phone has been hung up by the other party, Zhao Xingxing gritted his teeth and held the phone in his arms, and looked at the city silently.

It seems to be a very calm urban area, who knows how many people are bleeding in this calm night....

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