A vague shadow stood in front of the grave in the darkness.

The shadow was shrouded in a pitch-black cloak, with his back to Ding Xiaoyi, as if he was looking at the tombstone in a daze.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't move, but he was vigilant in his heart.

After all, someone just wanted his own life.

Quietly awakened his spiritual energy, his eyes swept away, but he found that he couldn't feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy on the other party's body.

"Ordinary people??"

Of course not, I'm afraid that the other party has completely hidden his breath.

The other party also seemed to notice Ding Xiaoyi, and glanced back, only then did Ding Xiaoyi notice that this person had a very special mask on his face.

The mask has no patterns, only black lines, which make the mask look more geometric.

When he saw this mask, he thought of someone for no reason.

【Trick Saint】

It's too similar, it's really similar, the mask is almost the same as the one in the photo, it's just the old and the new.

But he was only conjecture and suspicion, but not sure.

After all, I have just read the information, and the Evil Saint has disappeared, and there is no news of the missing, and there is no information.

Even in the archives of the trade union, there is only such a title, and as for the rest of the information, it is completely blank.

The other party looked at the old man Chen behind Ding Xiaoyi through the mask, and stood aside silently, without speaking or making any movements.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi was wary of him in his heart, but his face made an indifferent look and walked to the coffin.

After gently pushing open the lid of the coffin, put the old man Chen, who was not yet dead, in the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there were some other bits and pieces.

For example, the pot made by Old Man Chen from leaves, as well as a small bamboo basket, and some spices.

Simple is not like words.

Oh, as for the poems that Chen Lao wrote down by himself, he didn't plan to put them in, after all, he still had to bring them back.

As for the photo, after thinking about it, Ding Xiaoyi still put the photo in the coffin.

Back in the new home of Shikimu, everything is a new beginning.

There is no hatred, no intrigue, Old Man Chen is there to accompany him with peace of mind, to be a housekeeper for himself, and to be a leisurely old man.

Just like the words left by his grandfather: "Look ahead." ”

I didn't know how to put on makeup, so I had to simply tidy up Old Man Chen's remains.

At this time, the masked man stepped forward, walked around the coffin, and when he walked in front of him, he silently bowed to him.

I'm a little overwhelmed.

After bowing, the masked man stood aside, as if he was still waiting for him to bury Old Man Chen.

"Master, this guy seems to be here for the funeral."

The jade wrench finger can probably see the doorway, because the behavior of the mask man is the mourning ceremony that the guests will do when the Xia people are buried.

It's a pity that now the Xia people have long forgotten the rules that have been passed down from generation to generation, and everything is much simplified.

Of course, the jade wrench finger still selectively forgot about the mourning ceremony, the family members should kowtow to the guests to thank the link.

Sensing that the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, Ding Xiaoyi no longer paid special attention to the other party.

After the coffin was covered, the coffin was nailed according to the method that Chen Lao said before.

Grab a shovel and start filling the soil.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that the masked man took out something from his cloak.

"Guns!"

Seeing the hole of the black hole, Ding Xiaoyi's first thought was that the other party wanted to kill him.

His face changed in an instant, and he immediately prepared to wake up the meat ball.

Fortunately, at this moment, the jade wrench realized that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Master, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, that's not a gun, it's a ...... Suona! ”

"Suona??"

Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head, he had heard the flute and tried the, what is suona? ?

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's dazed face, the jade wrench fingers were distressed, feeling that in this era, the inheritance of the Xia people was too little.

"Suona is the soul of our Xia people!"

It feels that it is very necessary for itself to be its own master, and to popularize it, the excellent inheritance of the Xia people.

"I didn't know the sound of suona at first time, but then I heard that I was already in the coffin. Master, this suona is for the living, and it is also for the dead, and it is an inheritance that our Xia people cannot break! ”

Seeing that it was rare for the jade wrench to say so grandly, Ding Xiaoyi would believe him for a while.

I'm just curious, what kind of musical instrument is suona.

The masked man also ignored Ding Xiaoyi, and stood aside to take off the movable mechanism of the mask and jaw.

Reveal pink red lips and put suona to your lips casually.

With the first cry of suona coming, Ding Xiaoyi's whole body instantly couldn't stop fighting a spirit, and he felt goosebumps all over his body stand up.

How do you describe that sentence?

Crying!

A high-pitched voice, as if it had penetrated directly into the soul through the eardrums.

Accompanied by the sound of the masked man blowing the suona, a low mournful music echoed in the mountains and forests.

Every syllable exudes a sense of grief and sorrow, as if someone is crying or playing.

Indescribably lonely and cold.

Originally, I was in a good mood, but when I listened to the song, my nose was inexplicably sour.

However, at this time, suddenly a low syllable turned.

Just listen to the rapid rise of the syllables, and the whole rhythm and style of the music completely change.

The speed of change caught people off guard.

"Hey, a hundred birds and a phoenix! Does anyone still know this tune now? ”

The jade wrench finger was also surprised, but it was surprised that in this situation where the Xia people had already lost most of their inheritance, there were still people who would be able to fly a hundred birds and a phoenix, such a difficult song was really surprising.

"Squeak...... Squeak squeak~~"

The song blew faster and faster, and Ding Xiaoyi faintly heard the sound of birds chirping inside, which seemed to be many, but he didn't recognize it, and there was even the sound of chickens.

It's just fast-paced and even a little cheerful.

"Is this a fading bliss?"

Ding Xiaoyi finally couldn't help but ask the jade wrench.

Forget about Old Man Chen, he didn't have much sadness about Old Man Chen's death, and even had a little joy and excitement in his heart.

Because he was going to take Old Man Chen back to the new firewood bureau.

But if you change to an ordinary family, and your relatives in the family pass away, will you play such a cheerful tune...... Too much?

In the face of Ding Xiaoyi's confusion, Yu Wrench despised it in his heart, but he still explained in a patient tone: "Master, this is the real decay, great music is great decay, you listen carefully......"

The highest level of art is to show two sides of one thing, or even more in the picture.

After he listened carefully, sure enough, the bird's cry turned into a cry of blood.

The rooster crows, more like a low cry.

The faster the song, the difference between mourning and music gradually blurred.

Ding Xiaoyi was a little intoxicated for a while.

Until the last sound of a hundred birds chirping, the sharp and sad sound, echoed in the mountains, causing the birds in the mountains to resonate together, for a long time......

Twisted and scattered.

After the masked man finished blowing the suona, he quickly turned around and left, and from beginning to end, he didn't even say a word.

It seems that the purpose of coming here is just to blow a suona song for Old Man Chen.

I wanted to ask about the identity of the other party.

I just opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to ask.

I could only watch the other party's figure gradually disappear into the jungle, and then the last handful of soil was filled in, and the stone monument was erected.

Only then did Ding Xiaoyi notice that in the lower left corner of the stele, I don't know when an extra line of small characters appeared.

[Goddaughter: Mu Wandi]

This line of small print is obviously just engraved.

"Goddaughter? Haven't you heard what Old Man Chen said?? ”

Ding Xiaoyi was depressed for a while, but he didn't think much about it, after remembering the name, he planned to go back to Huangquan to ask Old Man Chen, and then he would know everything.

When you take the last step of your own bar, the tombstone is erected.

Ding Xiaoyi patted the mud on his hands, and when he looked back, he saw that the sky had dawned.

A ray of light shone from afar, the sea of flowers in front of him swayed with the wind, and the bright red ocean, rolled up pieces of broken petals, danced in the air with the wind.

Ding Xiaoyi glanced back at Old Man Chen's tombstone.

The former generation is constantly withering, and the predecessors of the older generation are gradually passing away.

And a new generation of new people is rising fast.

It is conceivable that in the future, there may really be a great world that will appear.

However, Chen Lao will definitely see which great world, and he will take his old man to see with his own eyes what kind of era it is.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and he couldn't help but think of the information given to him by the old lady of the Wang family tonight.

I don't know when, but the idea of wanting to get out of the reserve has already begun to sprout in my heart.

And this idea is becoming more and more intense the more I think about it.

"Perhaps, I should also go and see what kind of world is out there!"

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes met the rays of the sun, and he saw that under the morning light, one person and one monument stood on the top of the mountain, as if to tell an end and a new beginning......

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