Of course, if it weren't for this man's always cautious and unsympathetic, he would have had many children who inherited his good looks.

And I am just one of the thousands of people who are both lucky and unlucky, that's all.

"What are you thinking?" Noticing the gaze behind him, Beizhan didn't need to turn around to see it, knowing that at this moment, his child must be looking at him with a look of awe and disgust in his eyes.

In fact, sometimes he himself can't understand why he, who has always been unkind, would want a child of his own so strongly, whether it is a man or a woman, as long as it belongs to himself.

When he thought that there would be one more child in the world who would inherit his bloodline, he was full of dependence and looked at him in his arms, and called him dad softly with saliva, Beizhan felt that this was an incredible, enthusiastic and crazy thing.

It's a pity that he is still too arrogant and forgets to worry about the child's thoughts, resulting in Bei Langsheng witnessing him many times having fun with women at a young age, and even he can't remember when it started, and the originally close father-son relationship gradually became cold and drifted apart.

Anyway, it's still a kid after all.

Keeping the blood on his body, even if he is reluctant to see himself, he still has to call out such a father awkwardly, and every time he listens to it, he feels that his heart is instantly warm.

It wasn't until that moment that Beizhan finally understood why he was so desperate and crazy to want a child, because he was too lonely.

Lonely to the point of sleeplessness, it is difficult to sleep alone.

Until in the end, he finally accepted his heart and married a lady.

There is no harsh standard of his previous aesthetics, just a little woman who smiles cleanly, can call him softly when he gets home, and then continues to hang her head and wash his hands and make soup for him.

Even in bed, they are not as glamorous and sexy as before, mature and charming hot stunners, they will not have any tricks, they will only be quiet and well-behaved under themselves and act recklessly.

didn't think that such a gentle and heartfelt, a good wife and mother-type little woman would die tragically under a cold bullet in the end.

I still remember that night it rained heavily and it was cold.

When Beizhan returned home, it was pitch black, the previous lights were silent in all corners, he stood at the entrance to change his shoes and shouted a few times but no one answered, in the darkness when he fumbled to turn on the light, the scene in front of him made him tremble and close his eyes.

Even now, when he thinks back to that scene, Beizhan can't imagine the situation of that little woman at that time.

What kind of force can drive a woman who has been hit in the soft abdomen by a lethal bullet, spitting blood, lying on the ground and crawling from the kitchen to the door little by little, the blood that exudes a strong smell of blood from the kitchen through the living room, all the way to her feet.

Even more tragic was the bullet that fell into the blood afterwards, and the Northern War would rub against it every night, and stare at it for a long time.

This bullet, which is newly developed in China, can stir the internal organs into pieces at the moment of hitting the human body.

Such a barbaric and cruel method should be used on the lady who was newly married and returned home in the Northern War, what a very pleasant thing it should be, the black hand hidden behind the scenes has carefully planned for a long time, and realized it without leakage, and by the way, I observed the fascinating and terrifying destructive effect under the baptism of blood.

Since then, the Northern War has been alone again, and after losing his soul for a while, he has turned back into the merry prodigal son he used to be.

He never got what he wanted.

"I dreamed of her again last night." Beizhan parked his car outside a high-class cemetery, took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lit it, and said this faintly with the smoke in his mouth.

Bei Langsheng, who was sitting in the back seat, moved his eyes slightly, and his originally stretched palms suddenly clenched together, clenched into fists fiercely. He naturally knew who she was in Beizhan's mouth, and that was the only trace of tenderness in the heart of the man in front of him.

At the same time, it is also buried deep in Beilangsheng's heart, the indelible maternal love.

The pale blue smoke was slowly spit out, and irregular circles were gently drawn in the car, and Beizhan looked at the gray rows of cold tombstones in the distance through the foggy smoke marks in front of him.

"She asked me in her dream why she didn't go back earlier that night." He opened the window of the car and dusted off his cigarette ashes, and his handsome face looked much older at this moment.

Bei Langsheng looked at his lonely side face, and replied with a dull pain and tear in his heart: "There is more." His hand was clenched and released repeatedly, and his knuckles were flushed red back and forth, and a seeping blue and white appeared.

"Also, she told me ---she'll be back." Before the words fell, Beizhan sneered, and his smile was cold and ruthless: "I didn't expect that this little woman would actually lie to me." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and snuffed out the burning red cigarette butt, and hung his head blankly to look at his burned fingers.

The vivid red burn looked to him like the blood that had flowed all over the ground that night, and the wisps of blood seeped out of the wound, snaked down with the texture of the skin, dripping onto the black suit pants, and disappeared in an instant.

"You say, will there be people in this world who will be reborn?" Beizhan opened the car door and walked down, looking up at the dazzling and heavy twilight on the horizon, the attachment and persistence in his eyes bordered on madness.

Before Bei Langsheng could open his mouth to deny this idea that sounded illusory, he took the lead in walking to the cemetery not far away without looking back, with strange heat and madness in his eyes: "I want to tell her face to face, if she can really live another life, even if I can do everything in the Northern War, even if ten thousand arrows pierce my heart, swords and fires, and even poverty, I will not hesitate!" ”

Bei Langsheng listened in horror behind him, and followed his messy steps closely to his mother's tombstone.

In contrast to the surrounding gray marble tombstones, the tombstone of Beilangsheng's mother is carved from a single piece of jade.

Beizhan personally went to Myanmar to buy back a rare piece of jade at a sky-high price, and invited a few old folk craftsmen to carve it carefully, and the polished round jade shone in the sunset.

Because in the delicate and compact jade texture, there are faintly flowing a few faint wisps of clouds.

"There is a monument carved in the clouds, which can make the deceased return." One of the white-bearded old craftsmen had trembling his hands and stroked the jade countless times, and then he said such a sentence that made the Northern War mad for years.

Since then, he has frantically collected and purchased spirit stones with clouds inside, but unfortunately, except for the carved stele jade that he snatched back from a group of local snakes in Myanmar after a real gun and ammunition, there is no spirit stone with clouds in the Myanmar market.

But he still did not give up, and specially instructed the old craftsman who spat out amazing words to take off a piece of jade with clouds flowing in the process of carving, and carved it into a jade pendant to wear on his chest.

The old craftsman was moved by his infatuation, not only for him to take great pains to cut out a piece of flowing jade from the jade, but also skillfully carved this piece of jade into two pieces of father and son, and gave them to the two.

"Mother and son are connected, if the legend can come true, the old man hopes that Mrs. Zun can return as soon as possible." Then the old craftsman instructed the Northern War that the jade tablet must not be placed alone in a private cemetery, and that a sparsely populated place must be found, so that the jade tablet can be placed next to the tombstones of others, so as to change his life against the sky.

Then he took the reward and returned to his hometown, and at the last moment when he stepped out of the north house, he still kept repeating the sentence in his mouth: "There is a cloud carved tablet inside, which can make the deceased return." ”

Although Bei Langsheng looked confused and listened to the mysteries, who would really believe the statement of changing his life against the sky?

After all, people cannot be resurrected after death, and the cycle of life and death in ancient mythology has long been lost between the cause and effect of all things, let alone the return of the deceased.

But there is one person who believes it, and does it all with all his heart.

The jade pendant on his chest has never been taken off since the moment he put it on.