"Xiaohan, didn't you say you were going out of the city? It's not a way out of town! Han Jinlong asked in surprise.

Xiao Yuanhan said: "Before I go out of the city, I still have a place to go. ”

Han Jinlong followed behind Xiao Yuanhan, feeling that the surroundings were becoming more and more gloomy and inaccessible.

"Xiaohan, where are we going?" Han Jinlong crossed his arms, "I'm getting goosebumps!" ”

"Go to the graveyard."

"What are you going to do in the graveyard!" As soon as Han Jinlong heard the word "graveyard", he immediately barked like a cat with its tail stepped on.

Xiao Yuanhan lowered his voice and said, "Don't make such a fuss, I just want to go see the old guy." ”

The "old guy" in Xiao Yuanhan's mouth naturally refers to the old man who picked him up.

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, deep in the white clouds there are people.

Xiao Yuanhan's name was given to him by this old guy.

Although the old man died of illness when Xiao Yuanhan was seven years old, Xiao Yuanhan still had a deep affection for him.

When he was a child, the old man taught him to read, to read, to read a few awkward poems at night, and to catch it in the summer, fried it for Xiao Xiao Yuanhan to eat, and he still remembers the taste of fried knowledge, boiled it with oil, and his tongue is full of relish.

"Xiao Yuanhan, do you know what studying for?" The old man stroked his beard with his hands.

The young Xiao Yuanhan looked excited: "I know, I know!" In order to be a big official and make a lot of money! ”

"Nonsense!" As soon as the old man heard Xiao Yuanhan's answer, he immediately blew his beard and glared.

The young Xiao Yuanhan shrank his head and said in a low voice: "Then buy a big house for grandpa, and eat white flour steamed buns and braised pork every day......"

The old man's stern gaze softened a little: "Silly child, it's still a little filial." ”

"But you have to know that my generation of scholars can't seek fame and fortune."

"What's that?" Xiao Xiao Yuanhan asked ignorantly.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." The old man rubbed Xiao Yuanhan's head: "This is what we should pursue, you are still young, when you grow up, you will understand." ”

Xiao Yuanhan smiled, and now recalling these past events, he realized that the old man was an old-fashioned scholar with some idealism.

After he fused the memories of the previous "Xiao Yuanhan", these emotions were also fused, so Xiao Yuanhan wanted to go to the old guy's grave to pay respects before leaving Blackwood Town.

After all, the next time I go back to Blackwood Town, I don't know when it will be.

When Han Jinlong heard that Xiao Yuanhan was going to sweep the tomb, he calmed down slightly: "I rarely hear you mention the old man who picked you up in the first place." ”

"yes, after all, he died when I was seven years old." Xiao Yuanhan smiled: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to Qingyun Sect to be a handyman at such a young age." ”

Han Jinlong pursed his lips: "I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness." ”

"It's nothing, everyone dies, the old guy is a reader with little interest, you can't expect him to die vigorously, he often likes to stay up late to read, his health is not good, and he can't live a few more years."

Xiao Yuanhan lowered his eyes and said: "How do you say that sentence, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop...... The son wants to raise but does not wait. ”

Xiao Yuanhan's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness, if the old guy could have died a few years later and lived to the present...... He really has the ability to do what he said when he was young.

Let the old guy live in a big house, eat white flour steamed buns and read books every day.

Han Jinlong patted Xiao Yuanhan on the shoulder.

Suddenly, Han Jinlong said in surprise: "Will people come here often?" ”

Xiao Yuanhan frowned and said, "Probably not, this place is very remote, there shouldn't be a few people buried here, let alone someone will come." ”

"But you see...... These footprints seem to have been left recently. ”

Xiao Yuanhan's heart suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Yuanhan dragged Han Jinlong and walked quickly to the place where the old guy was buried.

It's a mess.

The tombstones were lifted to the ground, and the graves were dug up.

When the old guy died of illness, the family had no savings and could not afford to buy a coffin.

So in the grave...... Only the ashes of the old guys.

And now, the urn has been dug up, trampled to pieces, and the ashes are scattered all over the ground.

Xiao Yuanhan looked at the scene in front of him and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"It's Chen Yanxiong." Han Jinlong said in a deep voice: "Only he can do this kind of thing!" ”

In such a remote place, even tomb robbers will not come...... Then there is only one possibility, and that is Chen Yanxiong!!

Xiao Yuanhan didn't speak, silently turned the tombstone up, only to see that the back of the tombstone was newly engraved with a few words, blood debt and blood repayment!

"Peng!"

Xiao Yuanhan slapped his palm on the tombstone, shaking the tombstone into powder!!

…………

"Xiaohan, come and see, what grandpa brought you back!" The old man walked in from outside the house with a smile on his face, his right hand pinned behind his back.

The young Xiao Yuanhan looked over with a confused expression.

"Look, rattle!" The old man said with a smug face: "How is it, do you like it or not?" ”

Xiao Xiao Yuanhan was overjoyed, and hurriedly took it, unable to put it down.

The rattle shook and "dong" sounded, and the corners of Xiao Yuanhan's mouth were almost grinning to the base of his neck.

It was the first and only toy in Xiao Yuanhan's childhood, the drum skin was already yellow, and the handle of the rattle was also made of a very smooth and straight branch that had been sharpened.

At first glance, the old man didn't know where to pick up a broken drum, and then used the drum skin and branches to make such a shabby toy for Xiao Yuanhan.

"I like it!"

"Then call me grandpa to listen!"

"Old fellow! Old man! ”

"Hey, you kid is so disobedient! Forget it, play your rattle and go......"

…………

Xiao Yuanhan's eyes were red, and tears fell to the ground little by little.

He still remembered that the most important thing in the old guy's life was the so-called integrity of the reader.

The old guy often told him that it is not terrible to be poor, but you must have backbone, even if you die, you must die innocently.

But now, his tombstone has been destroyed, his grave has been dug up, and even his ashes have been scattered all over the ground.

Xiao Yuanhan knelt on the ground, gathered the old guy's ashes together little by little, held them in his hands, stood up silently, and roared hoarsely.

Chen Yanxiong...... I, Xiao Yuanhan, will kill you in this life and this life!! ”

Han Jinlong looked at this thin young man who was looking up to the sky like a wounded wolf and was silent.