The old man's pinched neck was flushed, and his fingers kept shaking, and he wanted to move Qianyin's hand away. But an old man's strength is too small after all, and when he is pinched, he has no strength to do anything else, so he can only shake.

An Feng and Mo Lan immediately stepped forward to deal with this matter, and Mo Lan hugged Qianyin tightly. An Feng immediately slapped Qianyin's hand hard, and as soon as Qianyin's hand hurt, he let go of the person, and An Feng immediately dragged the old man back a step.

"You calm down first, and listen to what the old man said, maybe the footprints on the ground are misunderstandings." Mo Lan held Qianyin's hand directly in her arms and explained softly for the old man.

The old man took several breaths of air before he came to his senses, his eyes were a little red, and his tears were about to fall, he looked at Qianyin aggrievedly, and said in a choked voice: "You little girl wants to murder." I don't know what's going on, last night, you guys gave me a lot of money, so I came back to see if you were still there, and I saw that it had been destroyed like this. I wanted to find some evidence, to call the police or something, that's why I left so many footprints. ”

After this paragraph, the old man's tears fell, covering his face with vicissitudes of life and wiping his tears. A cool breeze blew, and it looked like this old man was so pitiful.

Qianyin calmed down after hearing this, but her eyes were still staring at the old man very sharply. After all, no one else knew that they had been here, and it was impossible for a cold-blooded enemy to find this place so quickly.

The old man was still wiping away tears, Mo Lan and An Feng felt that Qianyin was a little too much, so they spoke together: "Let's find clues here, don't embarrass this old man." ”

"It's embarrassing, does he think I'm ruthless, it's not that your grave has been dug up, of course you won't be sad." After Qianyin finished speaking angrily, she pushed Mo Lan away and ran out directly. I want to think about it alone, and there is no point in staying here any longer.

"No, that's not what we meant" Mo Lan explained, trying to catch up, An Feng grabbed Mulan with one hand and didn't let her continue to follow. Qianyin's current situation is very bad, and if there is another dispute after keeping up, it is estimated that there will be a fight.

"Let go, you keep doing things like this, we will really be separated eventually." Mo Lan also lost her temper, staring at An Feng with unkind eyes. The more I think about it, the more I don't understand why

Bad things are always around

"I'm not lying." When the old man saw this, he sat helplessly on the ground, indeed holding 100 yuan in his hand, tears still falling from the bottom, and it seemed that he had been wronged.

Seeing this situation, Mo Lan didn't say anything, walked past the tombstone next to him step by step, and looked at the people above intently. It seems that all the people buried near here are young people, and there is no old man, so why did this old man come here, it seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time, and no one has come to worship.

After Mo Lan looked at it, there were a total of 18 tombstones, with 6 rows of three in each row. The nearby flowers and plants have often been pruned, but there are no cemetery personnel here, so who pruned it, could it be this old man's house?

Mo Lan sighed as she walked, it was a pity that the poor people on the tombstone all looked very young. I don't understand why I died. Although this cemetery is owned by the public, it is not marked which one it belongs to.

Mo Lan walked a long way, and finally returned to the same place, the old man no longer shed tears, but the vicissitudes of life on his face became thicker and thicker, and the expression in his eyes became more and more blurred.

An Feng's face was not good, and he squatted down quietly and looked at the cold-blooded tombstone. The fist hung down on the ground, who did it really damn it, and in the end he had to carry the black cauldron. Let him find out and make sure that person is broken into pieces.

Mo Lan stood by and watched for a long time, and carefully looked at the old man in front of him from top to bottom. found that he was really simple, and the extra 100 yuan in his hand looked like he had held it for a long time, and it was very wrinkled. The vicissitudes of life make people feel pitiful the more they look at it.

Mo Lan sighed, and then asked in a low voice: "Old man, can you tell me why you always sell flowers here for white money?"

These things must be understood from the root, otherwise there will be no solution. Qianyin lost her temper and had to give her an explanation from beginning to end. died in cold blood, the grave was destroyed, and justice was given to him.

The old man thought for a moment, his eyes slowly became firm, he stood up, put the 100 yuan that had been crumpled into Mo Lan's hand, walked to the second tombstone, and reached out to touch the face of the woman above.

The old man told him slowly

We have a story, the approximate meaning is that there used to be a girl who was very ignorant, always asked her old father for money, the two father and daughter have been dependent on each other since childhood, but I don't know why, but the girl grows up more and more naughty and ignorant. Because of the 1,000 yuan thing, because her father didn't agree with her being with the man, the little girl ran out angrily, and then had a car accident. From then on, the old father washed his face with tears every day, and grew old very quickly, and every day he swept her grave beside his grave, and talked to her, afraid that she would be lonely below.

After Mo Lan and An Feng heard this, their brows were furrowed, and they didn't know how to comfort this so-called old father. I don't know how to explain what I just did.

"I'm sorry, my friend was overdone just now, we shouldn't doubt you." Mo Lan and An Feng bowed to the old man, and said with apologies on their faces.

The old man suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "When my daughter died, I also blamed that man, but that man would occasionally come here for a while, and he would also sweep her grave, never stopping. If you haven't experienced something, you really don't have the right to blame others for their actions. Not even parents, I can understand your friend's approach. ”

This passage taught An Feng and Mo Lan a deep lesson, Qianyin's matter is really irresponsible as a friend. Whether it is from telling Qianyin that he died in cold blood or the current incident, they are blindly accusing Qianyin.

Blame her for not being far-fetched enough, blame her for being too ruthless, but they have never experienced this kind of pain and blindly accuse her with a lofty attitude. They were really wrong, and they apologized before, but they were really not aware enough.

An Feng and Mo Lan figured it out, immediately nodded, and said to the old man: "Thank you for the old man's guidance, we have to leave in advance." ”

The old man did not speak again, but quietly looked at the lonely smile on the young girl's face on the tombstone. Caught up in deep thought, caught up in the memories of the past.

Mo Lan and An Feng didn't bother anymore, and these things didn't clean up, but immediately ran outside, preparing to chase Qianyin, who had already run away.

In the flowers behind a tombstone, a man clenched his fists tightly and slammed the ground so hard that blood flowed directly from his hands. With tears in his eyes, he sat there silent.