Lin Yaxuan's question made everyone present a little unbearable, especially Teacher Mei, she turned her head sideways and looked at Lin Yaxuan fiercely, wanting to see how low this once smash hit female drug lord was before she was willing to give up.

Of course, Lin Yaxuan quickly realized that she had asked a rather stupid question, and she skimmed her head at that time and didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone.

In fact, there is no need for Lin Yaxuan to ask, even people like Wang Jian, who don't like to use their brains too much, know that this disease must be cured, otherwise how can an outsider enter the ancestral ancestral hall, which will definitely be a great favor.

So when Yan Lao nodded and said that he was cured, Wang Jian was not surprised at all, but just quietly waited for him to continue to narrate.

"After he was cured of those strange diseases, he settled in this place, No.225 Gen no Tale (below) He was nearly fifty years old at the time. But he still looks like a man in his early forties. Many girls in the village are very fond of him. Yan Lao seemed to know what others were going to ask, so in order not to interrupt him, he took the lead and said: "But he has never married a daughter-in-law, but he has lived silently, and he has begun to be a doctor and a gentleman in the village, and he is also very talkative, so everyone likes him very much." But later I learned that he was so powerful. ”

"Awesome?" Wang Jian frowned: "What kind of powerful method?" ”

"Usually not obvious, at that time the father of the big cow is the thorn in the village, often bullying and bullying people, once made trouble to him, in the middle of the night the doors and windows of the house were smashed, stunned to let him get out of the village, the village chief will just be sick in bed. No one can control this guy. When everyone was dragging and persuading, Dr. Wang rolled a straw mat in the winter and went to the side of the ancestral hall. In the cold winter, let alone sleeping outside in single clothes, it is cold to call a mother when walking around outside in a jacket. But he spent the night out in spite of the persuasion, and I was worried that something would happen to him, so I gave him a futon, but do you know what I saw? "Yan Laoyan's No.225 Source Story (II) God flashed. The expression was strange: "He was lying on the bamboo mat, and there was a layer of ice on the outside of his single clothes, but he was lying there with a ruddy face." Breathing evenly, not freezing at all, just like sleeping on the kang. ”

"Early the next morning. He got up early, shook the ice ridges on his body, knocked on the door of Da Niu Dad's house, and asked him if he had made enough trouble. Yan Lao said that he was happy: "You don't know that Da Niu Daddy was like that at that time, it's like seeing a ghost alive." Then he knelt down without saying a word, and was scared enough. ”

But he didn't say anything, just patted the big cow father on the shoulder and said a few words, then went back to repair the door and mend the window, and then boiled porridge by himself, and in the morning he saw the east family as usual and gave the west family a needle." Yan Lao nodded thoughtfully: "This ability, but let everyone think that he is an immortal." Since then. He talks less, and people are less happy. Originally, he would tell a story to the village dolls, but after that, he would go back to the house after finishing his studies, and he would go to whoever asked for a doctor. But I didn't talk to anyone anymore. ”

Wang Jian snorted: "He doesn't want to be driven away." ”

"I thought the same thing at the time, I was so envious of his ability, I always looked for opportunities to get close to him, and wanted to learn a little bit, but he seemed to know what I meant, and he answered everything I asked him. But I just didn't answer my request to learn art. I was young and unwilling at the time, so I went to help him after work every day, let him teach me to read and write in my free time, and occasionally step on a herb with him and dig up a mountain treasure. Seven or eight years have passed, although I haven't learned his anti-freezing skills, but I have also become very knowledgeable. Yan Lao squinted his eyes and recalled: "Speaking of which, although I don't have the name of master and apprentice with him, I have a friendship between master and apprentice. When I got acquainted, I tried to ask him where he was from and what he was doing, but he didn't give me a letter. ”

When Yan Lao spoke, his eyes were full of regret: "If only I had understood things at the time, he had already taught me a lot, and now that I think about it, isn't it what he taught." Although I can't live and die with human flesh and bones, some disasters and diseases can't bother me. He said something to me, I didn't know why at the time, but now that I think about it, it was true. ”

"What?"

Wang Jian's heart is already beating suddenly when he hears it now, this style and this behavior are simply the same as the old carpenter, the temper of these two people is definitely the same, otherwise there will never be such a surprising similarity. The two brothers, one south and one west, but the trajectory of their lives is so the same, if it weren't for Wang Jian's rash appearance, I'm afraid the old carpenter would definitely die lonely like this.

"He said that there are some things that cannot be forced, there are some hardships, and there are no blessings." Yan Lao sighed deeply: "I could only understand the literal at that time, but I couldn't understand the connection here, I just thought that he would not teach me. So the bitterness of the years I had been waiting for him suddenly burst out, and I turned my face with him angrily, said something hurtful, and then decided not to get along with each other. Thinking about it now, when I was nearly forty years old, I was still so naïve, and I now recall his expression at that time, like someone was smoking the marrow of my old bones, and it hurt one by one. ”

Wang Jian shook his head and sighed: "You must regret it, right?" ”

"Yes." Yan Lao lowered his eyelids: "But when he was dying, he called me to his side and told me something. ”

Wang Jian's eyes lit up again, and he leaned over and asked, "What?" ”

"He said that he had corrected all the ancestral tablets, and then there were still some things hidden under the trees in the back mountain." Yan Lao's voice was a little hoarse: "But for so many years, I have never had the confidence to look at what he said. ”

"Then ......" Wang Jian cleared the things in his throat and said what he hesitated to say: "Do you want to know what is inside?" ”

"Want to ......"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head again: "I don't want to ......"

Wang Jian knows this kind of feeling, people themselves are a contradiction, Yan Lao is now immersed in guilt, and for him, this matter is the instructions of the person he is guilty of, so this time and again, he has not dared to take that step for so many years.

"I think. It's better to take advantage of today's opening. Natural Er, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up and propped his chin: "If he blames you, he will definitely not tell you only these secrets." ”

Wang Jian took Tianren's hand and nodded heavily: "You are also old, and you have been guilty for a lifetime, but if you take this regret down, when you see him again." What should you say? ”

Teacher Mei stomped on Wang Jian's toes under the table and blamed this guy for talking nonsense. Ordinary old people are taboo for others to talk about this kind of thing, but Wang Jian not only mentioned this matter of traveling to the west with a crane. It also uncovers people's scars, this kind of thing...... It can simply be called a great rebellion, if the old man is angry. I'm afraid the decryption column will have to be shelved indefinitely.

However, Mr. Mei obviously underestimated the realm of the old village chief Yan, he hadn't done anything else for so many years, so he was bored in the village and pondered life, and after the monk came, he learned a lot of Buddhist theories from the monk, and he had long seen life and death very lightly. And he himself has always wanted to understand the rights and wrongs of this grievance, but because of his guilt, he seems a little timid.

So now that Wang Jian mentions it, regardless of whether Wang Jian is that person's disciple or not, but someone can give him the courage to end his regrets in the back, and the seeds that Yan Lao has deep in his heart have finally begun to sprout. And pry loose the mossy stones.

"Good!" Yan Lao took a sip of the rough grain wine on the table, and coughed violently: "You come with me, you are allowed to be alone!" ”

Wang Jian looked left and right and pointed to his nose: "Me? ”

"It's you!" Yan Lao has a kind of spirit that can only be seen in young people: "Follow me!" ”

Teacher Mei, who was sitting on the side, saw that Wang Jian didn't understand him stupidly, and slammed his knee into his thigh a few times. and poked his waist and eyes: "What are you stunned about?" ”

Wang Jian sighed, woke up, and then stood up: "Okay! I'll go with you! “

Although it was already more than ten or twenty years ago, but at that time, the person said the location, Yan Lao was familiar with the road, from his familiarity with Cheng Dù. Wang Jian was sure that he must have wandered around the place where the secret was buried.

Through the faint starlight in the night, Wang Jian found that Yan Lao, who was faltering but firm, had actually burst into tears, and this sad feeling was instantly transmitted to Wang Jian's body, and his mind was full of guilt for not being able to see the old carpenter for the last time, his nose was very sour, and he bit his cheeks and tried not to make himself look very fragile.

The wind in the mountains is very arrogant without the shelter of the house. Although Yan Lao was calm and light when he was telling the story, Wang Jian could understand the sadness and sourness in his heart.

"That's it."

Yan Lao stood under an unnamed tree that was already leafy, his voice trembling like his fingers, his back was bent, and he looked up at Wang Jian: "Can you help me dig up?" ”

Wang Jian nodded, picked up the shovel that Yan Lao took out of the livestock shed, and began to dig up, and after a while, the shovel suddenly touched a hard object, making a piercing crisp sound.

This abrupt sound shook Wang Jian and Yan Lao, and then Wang Jian glanced at Yan Lao, wiped his nose with his dirty hands, started again, and dug hard.

It wasn't until a jar was completely dug out that Wang Jian stopped, jumped down the pit, and pulled out the jar that had been wrapped in grass roots.

"Open...... Let's go. ”

Yan Lao's voice trembled and pointed at Wang Jian, his eyes flickering like a poor student who was trying to study seriously when the final exam papers were issued, expecting and fearing.

The jar was sealed, and the mouth was wrapped in wood with thick beeswax and a layer of tin foil, and although it had been thirty years, the mouth of the altar was still tightly sealed, and even Wang Jian had to make great efforts to open the mouth.

As soon as he opened it, Wang Jian was stunned, and it was actually a silver dollar...... Slowly a jar of silver dollars! There were thousands of dollars, to say the least, and a letter lay calmly directly above the silver dollar.

Yan Lao didn't look at the silver dollar, but picked up the letter that was already a little yellowed with snot and tears, but after he picked it up, the whole person trembled and fell backwards, if it weren't for Wang Jian's quick eyes, the old man would probably have to hit his head on the bare stone behind his head, and it is estimated that he would have to become a vegetative person if he didn't die.

However, even if he supported Yan Lao, he didn't have the strength to unfold this piece of letterhead, which was only a few grams but was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't unfold this thin piece of paper after several attempts.

"Help...... Help me ......"

Yan Lao stretched out the letter in front of Wang Jian, and then sat down on the big stone by himself, holding his head, his face stained with dew and tears, slowly flowing down the deep wrinkles.

Wang Jian glanced at him, took a deep breath, took out a flashlight from his pants, and then opened the letter......

"Brother, my brother is ashamed of you."

The first sentence on the letter was this, Wang Jian handed the letter to Yan Lao, and then just helped him shine it with a flashlight on the side, and the whole process he just looked at the shadows of the trees that were blown by the mountain wind, and in the quiet bushes, it was like a giant beast lurking, and the atmosphere was weird.

After a while, Yan Lao finished reading the letter. This man in his sixties, who could stand up in front of the rich and powerful, knelt down in front of the old tree, prostrated his hands on the ground, and cried in a hoarse voice that burst out of his throat: "My brother! ”

Wang Jian tried to lift him up from the ground, but he refused to get up, just howling and crying, without tears. This reminds Wang Jian of a sentence he once read on the Internet, which says that when people suffer great grief, they can't shed tears at all, and crying at that time can't be called crying, but a kind of dry howl, unconscious dry howl.

If he was allowed to go on like this, his body would definitely not be able to withstand such violent emotional fluctuations, so as a last resort, Wang Jian could only sit next to Yan Lao on the ground, gently pressed several acupuncture points of Yan Lao, and exerted force at the same time, and in an instant, Yan Lao calmed down, his calves were bent under him, and he knelt on the ground in a daze, his meticulous hairstyle became messy, and his eyes looked straight at the sky.

"Are you feeling better?" Wang Jian stroked his back: "I can only point to your acupoint." ”

Yan Lao, who had eased up a little, tears flowed down his eyes, mixed with saliva and snot flowing wantonly on his face. However, his consciousness was clear, and he gently handed the letter in his hand to Wang Jian, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

After Wang Jian took the letter, he gently unfolded it, and then read it carefully, and this look made his blood gush up in his head all at once...... I'm fighting for another chapter! I came back late today, but I said I would make it up, so I will not break my promise. (To be continued)RQ!!