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Chapter 299 is not bitter at all

This slap was unjust. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Li He has eaten someone else's slap, but today it is a solid slap in the face, this slap was sudden, Zhao Li was caught off guard, but she was not angry, nor angry, no matter how poisonous Zhu Yeqing is, she also has her own soft place, she knows that this is what she owes, and she should pay it back.

Zhao Li didn't move, but it doesn't mean that the man behind her is not angry, in fact, if Zhao Li hadn't stopped the couple in front of him, he would have died under his hands a long time ago, anger is anger, for a man who knows Zhao Li's identity and temperament, it is more of an unacceptable shock, there can be someone in this world who slapped Zhao Li and is still alive, what is even more excessive is that Zhao Li willingly took this slap without dodging, who is Zhao Li? Zhu Yeqing, who once instigated the mysterious prince in front of more than a dozen of the most prominent princelings in the capital, has there been fewer people who have died directly or indirectly under her over the years?

Ten years ago, the young masters who had a first-line circle in northern China all knew that there was a Luo S in the north, and there was a bamboo leaf green, all of them were the same person, called Luo S, if you don't have enough confidence and courage, it is to laugh and be generous, and this Luo S She is recognized, these two words come from the mouth of the sixth generation of young political figures in the country who are not married at the beginning of the prince and now the country. The generation of gentlemen ten years ago has now mostly embarked on the road of family arrangement or business or politics, and it is undeniable that they are an extremely large force, most of them can take charge of their respective fields, and many of them have not married yet, just like the crown prince.

"I want to know their whereabouts." Zhao Li said calmly, as calm as if the slap she had just eaten was not on her.

"I don't know." The woman sat down in a negative mood, she had a reason to be angry, and she had a reason to be angry, Zhao Huchen was what she watched grow up, she almost became half a mother, and it was precisely because of this that he knew better than others how much suffering this child had suffered from growing up, and also knew how much suffering the grandfather and grandson had suffered, so bitter that they couldn't say it and couldn't shout it, they were so aggrieved that they didn't know how to cry, and the two grandchildren in the Chinese New Year's Eve could only eat wild vegetables with white porridge, and a little minced meat and even oil were still accepted by her insistence on taking them to the door, Thinking of the time, Zhao Huchen took it for granted that he had been sensible from the beginning, and thought that the children of the world had grown up like this, so the woman was sad for a while, sat down, and her eyes and nose were sour every time she thought of this, and now her eyes were even redder.

Her temperament is weak and kind, she has never seen bad things, whether it is her family parents or her husband when she grows up, they all take care of her as a pearl in the palm of her hand, and Zhao Huchen is a child who makes her kind and uneasy, she can't figure out why they are all people, their fates are so different, why they deserve this child to suffer from being born that adults can't stand it.

Zhao Li saw that the woman's eyes were red and she sobbed softly, although her face was still hot, she knew that she had found the right person, and turned her head to look at Zhao Taidou, who had always frowned and did not speak.

"My brother is your father Zhao Dongyang, who is already dead, and it happened last year." Zhao Taidou said softly.

Zhao Li's breath was tight, his face turned pale, his body sitting on the broken bamboo chair shook slightly, and the men who had passed half a hundred behind him hurriedly came over to assist Zhao Li, Zhao Li waved his hand and said coldly, "I'm not weak enough to ask others to help me sit down, and the dog slave retreated." ”

The voice is cold and crisp, and there is no doubt about it, how can there be a light wind and clouds half a minute before.

The man he met looked as usual, and obediently took three steps back.

He was buried in the col of the back mountain, buried with his sister-in-law, and it was the cemetery he chose. When my brother left, he was very peaceful, he was dying, and he still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, presumably he was not tortured, which also made us who are still alive in the world feel a lot better. Zhao Taidou calmly added that his emotions were much calmer than his wife.

"Take me to see it." Zhao Li got up and said softly, his face had returned to normal, and he couldn't see too much joy and anger.

Zhao Taidou nodded, got up and got a flashlight, but when he came back, he saw that his wife was also ready, sighed, Zhao Taidou commanded softly, "It's okay to go together, but you control your emotions, after all, people are the only relatives of Huchen's child, and you must always consider that child, no matter how much they owe Huchen, they should return it to Huchen, not us outsiders." ”

Nodding, the woman followed Zhao Taidou's side, and behind her there were Zhao Li and a man who was more like a bodyguard and more like a slave, a group of four, going up the mountain in the middle of the night in the middle of the night.

The cemetery is not far away, the mountain road is half an hour up the mountain, just in a mountain col, Zhao Taidou is used to walking on the mountain road, walking in the front and not feeling anything, to the wife who does not often go up the mountain behind him is out of breath, and then turn his head to see, the man is naturally the same as usual, to Zhao Li, Zhao Taidou actually appeared that the imaginary woman who should be powerless should breathe more smoothly than him, as if walking on the ground.

To the mountain pass, Zhao Taidou walked in front, the place is not big, the field of vision is also narrow, it is limited to a place, the fatal thing is the ventilation on both sides, just in a wind eye, feng shui feng shui, pay attention to a Tibetan wind and water, but this place is a place of ventilation and leakage, not to mention the blessed land of accumulating yin blessings, that is, the cemetery of ordinary people is much better than this, Zhao Taidou wondered at the beginning, after the death of the person, the feng shui of the cemetery is particularly important, in his eyes Brother Zhao can not be confused to the point of sloppiness about this matter, But by the time he realized it, he was already separated forever, and it was impossible to confirm the vague conjecture in his heart.

Squatting down, bending down and stroking the tombstone that he would come to clean every month, Zhao Taidou shouted softly, "Brother, I came to see you, and I brought your daughter here, you are in the spirit of the sky, just open your eyes and take a look, Huchen didn't come back, your daughter came to see you." ”

The voice was calm and gentle, like the warmest greeting, but no one was destined to answer, and it dissipated into the wind, and the mountain wind whirred by, cold and biting, and spread farther and farther.

Zhao Li stood in front of the grave, the only light source tube was dim and faint light, and with this faint light, she saw clearly the two tombs in front of her that were closely connected like relying on each other, in fact, they were more like dirt bags, the graves were very clean, there were no weeds, and there were even some simple and shabby but warm offerings in front of the tombstone, she knew that most of these were brought by the couple in front of her, and she had never lived in Zhaojia Village along the way, but she also knew how poor this mountain village was, and even the living could not eat. But the couple surnamed Zhao squeezed out some and put them in front of this grave, and they are used to seeing too many lives and living people, and the more you live and die between the living, the more you know the value of this warmth than Zhao Li.

She stepped forward gently, closer to the tomb, and her heart was sour, but she didn't say a word, and looked at the two dirt bags, and there were two people lying in them, two people who gave birth to her.

How much in the past, memories are full of memories, and some pictures that I thought I had forgotten a long time ago are popping up bit by bit in this unpoetic and unpicturesque place at this moment, reciprocating like a movie, but in the end, these things have never escaped a fateful word, lying here.

Zhao Li silently, not a word, twenty years, a pinch of loess, these thirty years of grievances and twenty years of resentment can't match this loess

The man did not come in, but stood at the mouth of the hill, guarding from afar, like a javelin.

Zhao Taidou got up from the ground, and did not disturb Zhao Li, who fell into silence, picked a leaf next to him, and sat in the col, leaning on a not majestic tree, and put it to his lips with the big mountain wind whirring by, a long song.

The song is flat, the wind blows in from one end of the mountain col and takes away the body temperature of several people and then blows from the other end, the song blown out of Zhao Taidou's lips is not as pleasant as the natural sound but equally unforgettable, slowly, such a picture unfolds in front of Zhao Taidou in the immersive memory, dusk and sunset, the hillside is soaked in the golden sunset, an old man, holding leaves in his hand, sits on the dirt slope and looks at the side of the mountains that he can never see, a song of vicissitudes.

"What is the child's name?" Zhao Li asked softly.

"Zhao Huchen, the tiger roaring tiger, the minister of the human minister." It was not Zhao Taedou who answered her, but a woman who was always silent.

"How old are you?" Zhao Li asked again.

"Twenty years old."

"It's been a hard time." Zhao Li asked softly.

"It's not bitter. It's not bitter at all. The child never knew what sweetness was, so it didn't matter if it was bitter or not. It's not bitter at all, the child grew up drinking goat's milk from the mountains, there is no breast milk, the child has been weak and sickly from the beginning, and when he needs to be held by others, he has a serious illness, his grandfather carried him over three mountains and walked seventeen times, and his hands and feet were worn out and sent to the county seat, because there was no money, and he never saw him beg for anyone in the last few decades, and the old man held the child and begged at the county station in that snowy day. It's not bitter at all, when other children hold their parents and spoil them, then he has to carry water and hunt and cook by himself. It's not bitter at all, and the child who has never seen his parents will secretly ask me what my parents are and why he doesn't. It was not bitter at all, and the family and grandson of the Chinese New Year's Eve drank porridge with wild vegetables and ate half a piece of bacon that they were reluctant to eat. It's not bitter at all, he doesn't wear new clothes, he won't be coquettish to adults, and he always gets up by himself, because when other children fall and can lie on the ground and can't get up, he can't, he doesn't have his parents to coax him and hug him. It's not bitter at all, and the children in the village never look at him, scold him, laugh at him, and say that he is a wild seed. Look at the car you drive, it's a rich family, when your aunt, his parents live in a high-end villa, eat Western food, wear brand-name clothes, this child wears torn clothes, and when you use it in winter, you will get frostbite, and when you use it, your hands will crack open when you go to the mountains to chop wood, carry water, hunt, and don't suffer at all, and others will forget it, you relatives who are related by blood ruthlessly leave the old man and children in this ravine to eat chaff vegetables, no matter how wrong it is, can you blame the child? No matter how much resentment you have, has that child offended you? ”