Life is like the sunrise and sunset, constantly circulating, there will be birth and fall, this is the law of nature, no one can violate, leaving only the sorrow of relatives, and a pile of dry bones, maybe if they are still conscious, they will be amazed, it turns out that this is the continuation of life, the deceased, will eventually be replaced by the living. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a tomb about one zhang high on a plain by the Hanjiang River, if you don't know, you will definitely not think that this is an emperor's tomb, a simple mausoleum, a simple tombstone, although the surroundings are barren, but it is very neat, as if someone often comes to clean it.

Yang Ting'er felt that she might cry and be sad at first, but at this moment she knew that she didn't feel much about this father, so she took her son's hand and knelt down gently in front of the tombstone, as if she was showing him her offspring and making him recognize that there was a piece of blood and blood of the Yang family in this child's body. Perhaps this is the only evidence that the man is left in this world, his daughter, and his grandson.

There is a thatched hut on the left side of the mausoleum, it is a very dilapidated thatched hut, like a shack built randomly with loess and wood, but there is more thatch, the dilapidated wooden door makes a tooth-aching creak, as if it is rubbing the gums with something, which makes people listen to it very uncomfortable, the door is opened by an old man in rags, his hair is scattered and tied on the top of his head, and he is pierced by a polished branch, the old man's face is very pale, as if he has been seriously ill, Looking at Li Chengyan and his party with cloudy eyes, looking at the old man, Li Chengyan nodded and said hello.

"Who are you?"

The voice of the broken gong was so hoarse that he could hardly tell what he was saying, and his trembling steps seemed to blow him away with a gust of wind, and he picked up a wooden staff in front of the door and walked towards everyone tremblingly.

"It's just an old man, but the old man is guarding the cemetery?"

"The deceased? What deceased? But the seventeenth princess? Or the third princess? ”

Yang Guang has a lot of children, but the two who dare to come to worship in public are the two royal ones, although the old man is old, but he still knows some things.

"It's the seventeenth princess."

"Oh, little seventeen. It's all grown so big, you were just so big back then, and the old slave still hugged you. ”

Yang Ting'er looked at the old man who called himself an old slave suspiciously, in her memory, a imitation of Yangzhou has never appeared, her memory started from Henan, the old eunuch who is always unpredictable, and the woman who looks at this side all day long is everything in her memory.

"My surname is Zhang, this is still the surname given to me by His Majesty, come, come here."

Li Sicheng seemed to be a little scared, gently grabbed Yang Ting'er's hand, hid behind Yang Ting'er, looked at the smiling old man with horror and curiosity, Yang Ting'er pulled Li Sicheng and walked over: "Are you Zhang Daozhang's manager?" When I was a child, Grandpa Liu often mentioned you? Didn't expect you to be alive. ”

"Alive, alive, Lao Liu desperately sent you out of the palace back then, but I didn't expect to survive, I heard that you went to Chang'an a long time ago, and I didn't think that our master and servant would meet one day."

The old man looked at Yang Ting'er carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Li Sicheng on the side and said, "This is your son, ho, have you grown so big?" ”

The old man took out a jade jue from his arms, rubbed it a few times lovingly in his hand, and handed it to Yang Ting'er with a dry hand like tree bark: "Come, the old immortal has no long things, and there is only this piece of jade left, so I will add some joy to the child." ”

The old man smiled, laughing like seeing a little child, but the old man's eyes still had tears, like a wanderer who had not returned home for a long time, and finally returned home, picked up his relatives, the joy of getting together, like the most beautiful wine, made the old man cry with joy, once everything in the past was involved, it was a slow memory, I can't remember, but I can't forget it.

"Uncle, you've always lived here?"

The old man didn't seem to hear Li Chengyan's question, glared at Li Chengyan hatefully, and then stuffed the jade jue to Yang Ting'er, Yang Ting'er didn't retreat, she accepted it generously, looking at Yang Ting'er's appearance, the old man nodded with satisfaction and said: "It's good if you can come, it's good if you can come, Your Majesty has long said that I miss you, he said, have we grown up?" Little Seventeen is about to get married, Little Seventeen, Little Seventeen, he won't talk anymore when he talks about it, Your Majesty will always be that kind of character,"

People are emotional animals, the old eunuch is Yang Guang's personal eunuch, from the day Yang Guang was born, he followed him, watched the child grow up, marry a wife and have children, and watched the child become a great emperor, although there is a fault, but in the eyes of the old man, it is a naughty child's prank, there is no likes and dislikes, not mixed with right or wrong, just like a parent's tolerance for the child, and then watch him walk into the grave, the old man is still by his side, this is Yang Guang's blessing, but also Yang Guang's sorrow.

The old man's whispering seemed to be a real memory, so that the person who was already lying in the grave had thoughts, consciousness, and a strong indissoluble thought, Yang Ting'er cried, and she also cried when she didn't plan to be sad, just like a rebellious girl who knew the hardships of her parents.

The old man looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, smiled and turned back to the hut, and with the creak of the door, the door was slammed shut.

Li Chengyan and Yang Ting'er glanced at each other, no one bothered the old man, and saw that it was almost noon, Li Chengyan took Yang Ting'er into the car, and when he turned back, he saw that the small window was slightly open, and a pair of eyes stared straight at his side.

"Wang Zhong, if I was lying in the grave that day, would someone guard me like this?"

Wang Zhong looked at Li Chengyan, then at the thatched house, and smiled: "You have a long life, even if we die, you will not die." ”

"Isn't that an old monster?"

"Hehe, ask the ancestor about this, we don't know if we will become a monster if we live for so long."

"You rammer, what happens to your mouth will become a joke, and you will be disappointed."

After playing with Wang Zhong for a while, my heart was also a lot more relaxed, the corners of my mouth hooked, and I didn't just take so many emotions from myself, the old man's persistence for decades made me seem to see the most real side of human nature.

"It's not easy for the elderly, help me, I'll leave this matter to you."

Wang Zhong nodded, for the loyal and righteous, everyone will treat them with an admiring heart, whether this person is their enemy or not, this is the least respect for them.

After getting off the horse, Li Chengyan jumped on the frame, and as soon as he entered the frame, he saw Yang Ting'er staring at the jade Jue that the old man gave her in a daze, Li Chengyan hugged his son and sat next to Yang Ting'er and said: "I have already arranged for someone to go, don't think about it too much, so many years have passed." ”

Yang Ting'er smiled slightly, then gently lay on Li Chengyan's shoulder, closed her eyes and stopped talking.