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The shopkeeper's mind "boomed," like a thunderclap.

He understood, he completely understood, they were cheated by Huang Wanchun, damn, Huang Wanchun, Huang Wanchun, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky.

The shopkeeper grabbed the secret recipe in his hand that he had clutched, ran upstairs quickly, rushed into his second uncle's room, looked at the pedestrians standing in front of the window, quietly looking at the street and talking to each other, his face was full of happy pedestrians, Dongfang Chang didn't know what kind of expression he should have to express his current mood, and in the end, everything turned into a long sigh.

"Ugh."

The shopkeeper who rushed into the bedroom, and said in a hurry: "Second uncle, no, no, no....... Oh no, Huang Wanchun, he Huang Wanchun ......."

Dongfang Chang turned his head, a smile flashed on his thin face, and he said softly: "I know everything." ”

After speaking, Dongfang Chang walked to the candle lamp step by step, put the real Buddha jumping over the wall in his hand into it, looking at the secret recipe that burned slowly in the candle flame, Dongfang Chang's eyes were in a trance, and the voice of the shopkeeper who asked him to make an idea still echoed in his ears, but he turned a deaf ear, he stared at the dazzling and brilliant firelight.

It's beautiful.

Wan Chun, I'm leaving, you are an amazing person, you have your own ideals, but I don't, to be honest, I really envy you, because you know what you are living for in this life, and I don't know, I only wanted to be famous in the exam, but unfortunately I failed, and then I wanted to open Tianxiang Pavilion well, but you came, I failed again, but I want to thank you, because it is you, let me understand, I, what am I living for.

Buddha jumped over the wall, yes, it was for him that I persevered to this day, you know, when you said the sentence "I want to carry it forward", how envious I was, at that moment, I also wanted to be like you, I can sacrifice everything for something, that feeling, it's really good.

But now, I've found it.

Wan Chun, believe me, a hypocritical and wicked person, should be qualified to let your Buddha jump over the wall, and let your son call me father.

Hehe, this is inheritance, it is gratifying to be able to invent a thing, but what is really gratifying is whether it can be passed on, in other words, it is I who kept the Buddha jumping over the wall, and you, not as good as me.

Haha, not as good as me.

The secret recipe of the real Buddha jumping over the wall in the candle flame stubbornly burst out the last dazzling flame, but just when it burned out, Dongfang Chang silently closed his eyes.

The secret recipe burned out, and Dongfang Chang's life also came to an end, and it came to an end in a raging fire.

This timid and fearful rotten good man did nothing in the first half of his life, but in the last few days of his life, he ignited a prairie fire, and this sky-high fire shone his originally ordinary life with dazzling brilliance.

Dongfang Qing couldn't cry for a long time, he was lying on Huang Xiaowei's shoulder and crying quietly at this moment, Huang Xiaowei's eyes couldn't help but be wet with tears, he was completely impressed by this rotten good man, if he was a big villain with a beast's heart, then what kind of thing was he?

The dead are also dead, and the one who suffers is always the one who survives, Dongfang Ping looked at Dongfang Chang's fallen corpse and wailed: "Second uncle." ”

Dongfang Ping held Dongfang Chang's body in his arms, constantly calling, hoping that he could wake up, for Dongfang Ping, Dongfang Chang is his father, although he still shouted his second uncle, but he had already treated him as his own father, but now, Dongfang Chang is gone, only he is alone, after the huge cry, the seeds of hatred are deeply rooted in Dongfang Ping's heart.

"Huang Wanchun, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!!"

Two words of the same word, two very different tones.

Huang Xiaowei and Dongfang Qing began to help Dongfang Ping collect Dongfang Chang's body, Dongfang Ping was full of anger, but Fumanlou was already empty, he didn't even have a person to vent, and in the end, he finally grew up.

He put away the hatred in his heart, took the money Huang Xiaowei gave him to buy a good coffin, and wanted to take Dongfang Chang back to his hometown for burial, but no one was willing to sell it to him.

Looking at the gloating eyes of the coffin shop owner, Dongfang Ping's psychology was distorted, he vowed to take revenge, he vowed to get justice for Dongfang Chang, but now he can't do anything, he can't even let Dongfang Chang lie in the coffin after he dies.

In the end, Huang Xiaowei came forward and bought the coffin back, he couldn't allow Dongfang Chang to die without even a minimum place to stay.

The next day, Dongfang Ping, who was dressed in linen and filial piety, drove a rented ox cart carrying the coffin towards the city gate, and behind him, followed by Huang Xiaowei and Dongfang Qing, who were also wearing linen and filial piety, and even Xiao Wan'er, because the little girl liked the old man who liked to touch her head and had a kind face.

Looking at the people watching around, Dongfang Ping silently clenched his fists, because someone actually gave up the firecracker in front of him to celebrate Dongfang Chang's death, Dongfang Ping didn't say anything, he could only hide his hatred in the deepest part of his heart, fortunately, no one threw rotten eggs and vegetable leaves at Dongfang Chang's coffin, because after learning that Dongfang Chang died, Li Zhifu actually sent someone to send Dongfang Ping a hundred taels of silver, and by the way, he also arranged for officials to protect Dongfang Ping from the city.

The carriage carrying Dongfang Chang's bones, in the laughter of the onlookers, left the east gate of Fuzhou City in embarrassment, coincidentally, when Huang Wanchun left, he also walked through this gate.

Same path, different endings.

He walked in the carriage, he walked in the coffin, if, or if, if Dongfang Chang didn't say the sentence "I'll help you", then the person who walked in the carriage was probably him.

But none of this mattered, it turned out later that Huang Wanchun had returned everything to Dongfang Chang, and even more.

Have you not doubted it? Huang Xiaowei's family conditions are very ordinary, and he can only be regarded as well-off, while Dongfang Qing is a rich second generation.

One took a thousand taels of gold a hundred years ago, and the other lost all his family property, but a hundred years later, the family situation of the two families was perfectly reversed, even though there were many other human factors in this, but it could not change the fact.

Huang Wanchun promised to help Dongfang Chang take care of his son, and he did, not only Dongfang Ping, but after that, everyone in the Dongfang family received a steady stream of funding from Huang Wanchun, and this situation lasted until 1965.

But in Huang Wanchun's opinion, this is still not enough, because he did not give Dongfang Chang a proper name, so he died, died in remorse, and the torment of conscience.

........

After three days of wind and rain, Dongfang Ping finally returned to their hometown with Dongfang Chang, Dongfang Ping used all the money Huang Xiaowei gave him to build a cemetery for Dongfang Chang, in his eyes, the second uncle died very aggrieved, so he wanted to let him go in style.

On the day of the funeral, many people came, but only Dongfang Ping and Huang Xiaowei were dressed in linen and filial piety, and most of the people present had no feelings for Dongfang Chang, and even felt disgusted, a person who lost all his family property and even sold his ancestral home, do you still expect them to cry?

Looking at those people's perfunctory salutes, Huang Xiaowei secretly clenched his fists, he really wanted to explain everything, correct Dongfang Chang's name, and tell everyone what kind of hero he was.

In fact, he really can, because Li Laosi is destined not to appear to stop him, he can do whatever he wants, but he can't!

Because as long as he speaks, it is equivalent to changing history, Huang Xiaowei can make a cameo appearance in a certain inconspicuous little step in history, but he has always been just a bystander, his existence is more to witness history, and wanting to change is tantamount to a fool's dream, because history is history, and it will never change because of one person.

He cured Cao Cao's head wind, which seemed to change history, but ....... History is irreversible, the general trend cannot be changed, and this sentence will never change.

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After the funeral, Huang Xiaowei took Dongfang Qing and Xiao Wan'er back to modern times, and after making a phone call to Qi Bin, he returned to the Qing Dynasty, Dongfang Chang's grave alone.

It seems that it has been a few days since he came and went, because Dongfang Ping, who was supposed to guard the tomb here for three days, has disappeared, and the time is probably three days later, Huang Xiaowei is a little happy about this, at least now he is left alone, and he can accompany that stupid and rotten good person.

Huang Xiaowei squatted in front of Dongfang Chang's tombstone, with a few big characters written on it on the tomb of his late father Dongfang Chang, which Dongfang Ping set up for him, it seems that the shopkeeper has completely regarded Dongfang Chang as his father.

Dongfang Chang was buried in their family's ancestral tomb, which is a small hill on high ground, and there are more than a dozen graves of the same specification and form around Dongfang Chang's mausoleum, but these have nothing to do with Huang Xiaowei.

Huang Xiaowei squatted in front of Dongfang Chang's tomb, lit a cigarette, inhaled nicotine hard, and in the smoke, Huang Xiaowei, who looked at Dongfang Chang's tombstone, couldn't help laughing, as if what was in front of him was not a tombstone, but Dongfang Chang, who had been dead for a long time, this rotten good man showed a humble smile to him, and Huang Xiaowei's ears also echoed his trademark sigh.

"Alas....... Alas....... Alas........"

At sunset, a timid and cowardly rotten good man sat on the empty threshold of his inn, either sighing or holding a small straw man in his hand, gritting his teeth and looking at the lively restaurant opposite.

--------------------------------------------------------------- dividing line, who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat, Dongfang Chang's death is not as heroic as Wen Tianxiang, but it is worth every one of us to remember him.

Forever ....... Remember him.