Sometimes even he couldn't tell why, why he was so unwavering in his belief that she would come back. Probably crazy, many close friends around him said so, and even his relatives and parents thought so, he was crazy in the Northern War.

For a woman he didn't like very much, a woman who just wanted to marry home in peace, and gave birth to a righteous grandson of the Bei clan for him, the mayor of the dignified city, Bei Zhan, wanted to have an identity, and wanted to have a status Such a mature, handsome, and dashing man was so crazy without warning.

Who would have thought?

It's just that a fatherless and motherless working girl who was rescued by the hero saved the beauty at the beginning, was married into the house by Beizhan in a dignified manner.

The conditions and treatment that the wife of the main room should have are the same, even if she does not have the status of a noble daughter, nor does she have the powerful position of a government official, she is just a simple and clean poor working girl, so she became the mayor's wife in a daze.

This made the many famous daughters in Xuan City, who had been longing for this status for a long time, dumbfounded.

The man they dreamed of and did everything possible to dedicate themselves to pleasing the man actually chose a Cinderella and held a grand wedding for her, even the older generation of the North family did not have the slightest objection.

I even like this gentle girl with a clean background and a clean person.

Originally, everyone was waiting to see the joke, thinking that the prince and Cinderella in the fairy tale must be unsatisfactory in the wedding in real life, and I am afraid that after a while, they will get together and disperse, and so-and-so news will be published in the news that the mayor of Shangxuan City has divorced his current wife.

As a result, no one thought that the Northern War, which had always been unkind, would obediently accept his heart, collect his temperament, and go home on time every day and never mess with flowers and grass again.

Until the girl he married back home gave birth to his first and last child--- the mayor of Bei, the young son of the North in Xuan City, --- Beilangsheng.

The birth of this child directly established the girl's noble status from now on, and no one dared to call her a working girl at will, or a contemptuous and disdainful name like Cinderella.

Because from now on, she is the only mother of the eldest grandson of the North family, and she is also the dignified mayor's wife, and she is also the daughter-in-law of the old man Bei who they like in their hearts, as well as the hostess of the North House.

It's a pity that the beautiful and ordinary life of husband and son didn't last long, and the mayor's wife was found dead by a shot at home.

The bloody and brutal case even caused a sensation in the government, in which the leaders of the forces involved were intricate, and the most important thing was that a small bullet could crush a person's stomach in an instant, and it would not die immediately for a while, only taste the pain and wait for the blood to drain before dying, the coroner shuddered to think about it.

Since then, no one has dared to mention the woman.

The case was closed, although it has not caused much panic under the government's suppression, but the leaders of the forces involved in it are confused, and even the agents personally assigned by the government feel very tricky.

When he was about to touch a little eyebrow, the agent disappeared mysteriously and unknowingly, so all investigation operations were forcibly stopped.

"It's not the bullet that's scary, it's the person who made it." Bei Langsheng still clearly remembers what Bei Zhan once said.

His gaze slowly withdrew from the distant twilight sky, and Bei Langsheng stood in front of the jade tablet and closed his eyes, interrupting his memories.

He looked sadly at the Northern War, who was kneeling in front of the jade tablet with a crazy and enthusiastic expression, and was still chattering to himself, and suddenly felt as if God had played a huge, absurd, and evil joke with their family.

"I'll wait for you, as long as you come back, let me do whatever I want." Beizhan knelt in front of the jade tablet and stroked the cold jade tablet, and his fingertips reverently touched every font engraved on it.

He leaned down and pressed his warm cheek against the jade engraved with the word Iris, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye into the grooved lines in the strokes: "Iris, I will wait for you in the place where I first met for the first time, even if it is for a lifetime." ”

For the rest of his life.

After speaking, he held the jade tablet and laughed a few times inexplicably, and the low and terrifying laughter echoed in the empty cemetery, which sounded particularly infiltrating, and also startled a few crows that landed on a locust tree not far away, quacked and flew away in panic, and the crow-colored feathers fell between the black wings.

"Father, it's time for us to go." After kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to his mother a few times, Bei Langsheng stood up and whispered.

Hearing this, Beizhan slowly let go of his hand, and his originally warm cheeks were also cold by the jade ice, he stood up and lowered his eyes to look at the shallow flowing clouds in the jade tablet, feeling that the clouds seemed to be a little larger than before, and after reaching out and gently stroking a few times with hope, Beizhan sighed.

"Let's go." He walked in front of Bei Langsheng with his hands behind his back, revealing endless depression and vicissitudes in his back.

Bei Langsheng looked at his father's increasingly old and decadent temperament in recent years, and his nose was sour, originally he hated Bei Zhan, resented why he easily married his mother without much liking it, and why he didn't protect her after marrying his mother.

First, the gossip was written, and then this fatal shot.

Before walking out of the cemetery, Beizhan took out a thick envelope from his bosom and handed it to an old man in the hut in front of the door.

From the beginning to the end, Bei Langsheng didn't participate, he just stood aside and watched all this quietly.

He had asked himself countless times, do you hate the Northern War?

The answer is still one word without hesitation--- hate.

But now that so many years have passed, he can't help but feel heartache when he sees that Beizhan will go crazy every year when his mother's death day is approaching.

The handsome man who used to live was chic and wanton is now tortured with stubble, and he is no longer heroic, talking and laughing, which is probably a common problem that everyone in the world has.

If there really is a god in the heavens, if the jade tablet can really bring back the deceased, please give it to Beizhan again

A home.

Bei Langsheng's eyes were red, and he held his mouth and muttered about the Northern War when he first met his mother, and walked down the cemetery step by step.

However, what no one noticed was that the tears that fell on the jade tablet in the Northern War had been staying at the end of the wooden characters of the irise, and the shallow flowing clouds under the jade were attracted, and the salty and crystalline tears penetrated into it in an instant and turned into a part of the clouds.

There is a cloud carved stele inside, which can make the deceased return.

The light green willow branches are like the long sleeves of the girl's water, dancing gracefully in the breeze.

Nan Fusheng stepped on a remote stone road, took a shortcut to the door of the teaching building, and walked down the stairs to the second floor of the first year of the ninth class of the first year, he lowered his face and stood in front of the door staring at the classroom door that had already been locked and intimately hung with slogans.

Just as he picked up his mobile phone and was about to notify his subordinates to block Xuan City to find Nan Zuisheng, a girl's voice suddenly called from his side: "Brother, I'm here." ”

Nan Fusheng was about to press the finger of the dial button, and slowly raised his eyes to look at the girl at the corner of the stairs on his side, the white fat face and pink rabbit backpack with long ears smiled at him honestly, Nan Zuisheng held a full cup of oden in his left hand, and looked at him in surprise with his right hand holding his mobile phone.

"Where have you been?" Nan Fusheng frowned and asked in a low voice, slowly walking towards her in front of him step by step.

"I've always been in school, brother." Nan Zuisheng looked at Nan Fusheng, who was expressionless and her thin lips were pursed, and felt a dangerous aura that made her heart palpitate, and couldn't help but take two steps back and lean against the wall, she explained in a low voice: "It's just that today and Zero practiced a little late, and the classroom was locked when I came down, but fortunately, they often laughed at them to help me keep things, and bought oden to bring to me." ”

Nan Fusheng stopped and stood in front of her.