Now, it's December, and it's almost the end of the year.

The air was cold, the wind was strong, and there was snow in the air from time to time.

In front of a cemetery on the outskirts of Beijing, in a hut, an old man over seventy years old is wearing a military coat, baking a brazier, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and reading the yellowed newspaper in his hand word by word.

He has been guarding this cemetery for nearly thirty years, and has been working here as a grave keeper since he came to the city when he was forty years old.

And now, thirty years have passed, and he has also witnessed the prosperity of this cemetery, and at the same time witnessed its decline, until now, the years have invaded the frost and depressed in every way.

This cemetery is called Ye Ling, which is the cemetery of the Ye family, the first wealthy family in Jingzhou more than ten years ago.

Several generations of the Ye family have been buried in this Ye Tomb, which can be regarded as the ancestral tomb of the Ye family.

The rise and fall of a family can be seen from an ancestral mausoleum.

More than ten years ago, every year the Ye family would hold a ceremony to worship their ancestors here, and the dignitaries and dignitaries of the whole city would come here to pay their respects in order to please the Ye family, what a scene.

However, after the accident of the Ye family thirteen years ago, the originally glorious Ye family was depressed overnight, and since then, this Ye Ling has never held an ancestor worship ceremony.

The Ye family is still there, but it is already not as good as before, from a super family standing at the top of the pyramid in Jingzhou to today's third-rate or even fourth-rate, which is embarrassing.

The tomb keeper has no children under his knees, and he is alone, even though the Ye family is depressed, but he is still guarding the Ye family cemetery here, which is due to the fact that the old man has nowhere to go, and the reason is that he once owed Ye Jingyun, the old man of the Ye family, a bit of kindness.

This kindness is enough for the grave keeper to repay with a lifetime of protection.

Wind and snow are combined, and this year's Jingzhou seems to be exceptionally cold.

The old man involuntarily wrapped his military coat tightly, and at the same time added two more pieces of charcoal to the brazier under his feet.

After looking at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the old man was going to take out the food he had brought and put it on the brazier to heat it up.

At the same time, he rolled a dry cigarette himself, ready to take a puff to refresh himself.

The wind and frost outside blew in through the window, extinguishing the lighter in the hand of the old man guarding the tomb, and he lit it several times in a row, and the flames burning on the lighter were blown out.

Just as the old man was about to pick up a piece of charcoal from the brazier to light a cigarette, a windproof lighter was suddenly handed to the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then used the windproof lighter to light the dry smoke in his mouth.

Turning his head, he looked at the man standing outside the window, and for a while, the old man was in a trance.

"Grandpa, long time no see."

Ye Feng retracted the windproof lighter, and then threw it into the hands of Zhang Wei behind him.

The old man guarding the tomb looked Ye Feng up and down, and only after a few seconds did he react: "You are, that little leaf of the Ye family!" ”

Hearing the title of Xiao Yezi, the ape and Zhang Wei behind him laughed at that time, why is this title so like... Eunuch?

Ye Feng turned his head and glared at Zhang Wei and the ape, and the two immediately shut up and stood aside obediently.

"Grandpa, how have you been in recent years?"

The old man guarding the tomb took a puff of the dry tobacco in his hand, then coughed violently a few times, waved his hand, and said, "Old man, it's really not as good as a year." ”

Ye Feng walked into the hut and said with a smile, "Let's smoke less." ”

As he spoke, he took out two white rabbit toffees from the bag, put one in his mouth, and then stuffed the other one into the hand of the old man guarding the tomb, and said: "Just this sugar, the taste has not changed at all for more than ten years, it is sweeter!" ”

The old man guarding the tomb smiled, took the white rabbit in Ye Feng's hand, and then put it in his mouth, and then laughed: "Yes, it's been more than ten years, the taste hasn't changed at all, it's sweet." ”

Thirteen years ago, Ye Feng's grandfather Ye Jingyun died violently, and on that day, Ye Feng only felt that the sky was gray.

But Ye Jingyun was buried in this Ye Mausoleum, and Ye Feng cried darkly, and his grief was extremely sad.

It was this old man who gave him such a candy at that time, saying that as long as he ate this candy, he would not cry.

At that time, Ye Feng was almost thirteen years old, and although he knew that the old man guarding the tomb was just deceiving a three-year-old child, Ye Feng still took the candy and ate it.

Indeed, after eating, he stopped crying.

That night, the Ye family was betrayed by the three major families, the building collapsed, and the Ye family escaped under the desperate protection of their parents, and finally left the country and went to Qingshi.

Thirteen years have passed in a flash, and Jingzhou is still the same Jingzhou it used to be, but everything is wrong.

"It's been thirteen years since this newspaper, and you still read it?"

Ye Feng looked at the newspaper on the table, which reported the news of the death of Ye Jingyun, the old man of the Ye family, which caused a great sensation in Jingzhou back then.

On the night after Ye Jingyun's burial, the Ye family was destroyed, which caused an even greater sensation later.

The old man guarding the tomb smiled, put away the newspaper, and said, "My old friend is deceased, and I can't help but take it out when I'm free." ”

"I want to pay tribute to my grandfather." Ye Feng said.

"Hmm."

The old man stood up, then walked to an old cupboard next to him, took out a bottle of loose wine from it, and said, "I haven't drunk it for many years, but I can drink two glasses today." ”

In front of Ye Jingyun's mausoleum, Ye Feng drank with the old man guarding the tomb, and then prepared an extra cup and poured it in front of Ye Jingyun's mausoleum.

After three cups, the old man's face flushed slightly: "Little Yezi, I knew you would definitely come back." ”

"Hmm."

Ye Feng stood up, faced the wind, snow and frost, and said word by word: "There are some debts, and it should be time to repay them with blood." ”

The old man guarding the tomb also stood up, and his face full of ravines and wrinkles was full of vicissitudes: "I think back then, this Yeling was really a flourishing incense, and the whole Yeling was also magnificent, look at the present, hey..."

Ye Feng turned to look at the depressed and lonely Ye Family Cemetery, and smiled, smiling bitterly.

He lit a rare cigarette and took a puff gently: "The Ye family will not become a thing of the past, and this cemetery should be renovated." ”

The old man guarding the tomb looked Ye Feng up and down for a while, as if he saw some clues, and said: "Xiao Yezi, when I was a child, I thought you were extraordinary, but now you are really Jackie Chan." ”

"In my lifetime, if I can see the glory of the Ye family once, I will die without regrets."

The bitter smile on Ye Feng's face was no longer there, and in the next second, a vigorous spirit burst out from his body, extremely domineering, and it was in the world!

"You'll see!"