Liang Zhichen and his wife sat in the rain all night in front of the grave of their third brother. Su Lang was very worried about Liang Zhichen's body, after all, he had not been able to get better from his illness, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to disturb this situation at the moment.

It wasn't until dawn on the second day that Dong Huiying, who looked demented and demented, woke up. It was like something was clogging in her throat. "Liang Zhichen" She looked at the man next to her, his white-haired appearance was very cold. The once handsome man was dyed with evil between his eyebrows, and something important in his heart seemed to have been annihilated by this rain on this night.

But when he looked sideways at her, his eyes were moist, and he seemed to be the same as before.

"I'm fine," he laughed, holding the ground with one hand and crawling up a little embarrassed.

He shook his (body shēn) shape, and when he was firmly on his feet, he held out a hand to her.

"Wife, it's time for us to go home."

She pursed her lips, then looked at Su Lang and the others.

Liang Zhichen seemed to have cheered up, and he looked at Su Lang with a smile, "Thank you this time." ”

"Master, you, don't be so polite" Su Lang glanced at Liang Zhichen shyly, "I know it's not good to go to your house to disturb at this time, I'll take someone back first, if you have any instructions, let the white pigeon send me a letter, I received the news, and I will come over as soon as possible." ”

"Okay,"

Liang Zhichen smiled.

After that, Su Lang said goodbye to the two, but when he parted, he was a little reluctant, and almost turned back one step at a time.

After Su Lang left, Liang Zhichen subconsciously wanted to tidy up his clothes, but found that he was full of mud, and even after tidying up, he still looked unclean.

He paused for a moment, then blew the horse's whistle, and when Da Zhuang heard the whistle, he spread his hooves and ran this way.

"Wife's Master"

He looked back at Dong Huiying.

Dong Huiying stood in place, she was obsessed with this brand-new tomb. "I want to stay, I want to be with him."

Liang Zhichen was silent.

Her eyes were almost pleading, "Just for a moment, okay?"

"Heh" he smiled hoarsely, and then took Da Zhuang to the side to wait.

Dong Huiying was temporarily relieved, and after that, she stood quietly in front of the grave.

It wasn't until a long time later that she rubbed her eyes vigorously that she cheered up and turned (shēn) to walk towards Liang Zhichen.

The two rode together, but instead of going home, they went down the mountain to the town first.

Dong Huiying bought some ink for Liang Zhichen, mixed it with water to grind into ink, and then carefully smeared it on Liang Zhichen's white hair.

Both of them were silent during this process.

By the end of the evening, the two of them did not look much different except that they were a little more emaciated and emaciated than when they left.

Liang Zhichen carefully checked each other again, until he was sure that there were no mistakes, and then returned to the village with Dong Huiying.

The small courtyard of the farmhouse is still the same.

There was a small bench at the gate of the courtyard, and the old five Liang Yuening was sitting on the bench obediently, he looked into the distance, and suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and he was clever, so he hurriedly got up (body shēn) and rushed out.

"Big brother, wife"

He looked at Liang Zhichen and Dong Huiying on the horse, and then looked behind the two of them.

"Three, the third brother didn't find him" He seemed to be lost and collapsed a face.

Liang Zhichen felt a pain in his heart, and then pretended to be calm and said, "It was Su Lang who made a mistake, and I ran away with my wife in vain." ”

Liang Yuening opened his mouth, and then drooped his head, and his whole body wilted.