A hint of pampering flashed on the old man's face, and in the old man's eyes, no matter what the little boy did, he could be forgiven.

Seeing the little boy playing with the blood jade in his hand very happily, the old man smiled with relief and looked at the trees in front of him that had been split by himself.

The old man cut his finger with the knife at his waist when the little boy was not paying attention, and a dozen drops of blood dripped on the fracture, and white pus flowed out of the trees, very white and flawless.

After doing all this quietly, the old man took the little boy to the depths of the back mountain, since he had made a promise to make a shell airplane, he had to do it, this was the promise of the old man of the Anti-Japanese War.

Xu Shiying stood not far from them, and when he saw the scene of the old man dripping blood before, he squinted his eyes, and his left hand reached out to his neck and clenched it, he had a vague impression of this piece of blood jade.

I remember that when he was in kindergarten, he lost this piece of blood jade because of something, and cried for a long time.

The old man took the little boy to the depths of the back mountain, Xu Shiying felt more and more incredible, he went to the back mountain no less than fifty times, except for the central mound and the grove planted with greenery later, there was nothing special, and since the little boy was himself, he followed the old man to the depths of the back mountain, so why did he not have any impression of it.

The more Xu Shiying thought about it, the more suspicious he felt, was this dream a portrayal of his heart, or did he deliberately change some ending?

The background of the old man and the little boy gradually drifted apart, in order not to be lost, Xu Shiying hurriedly followed, and on the way to the rush, the sound of shalala sounded behind him, and he looked back to see that the broken tree was healing automatically.

As for the main factor of the tree, it is the white pus that flows out, but Xu Shiying remembers it clearly, when the old man was leaving, he did not lift the broken tree and put it well, but the tree seemed to have consciousness, with the help of nature's law of force, the half of the tree cut by the old man accidentally fell in the middle of the branch of another tree.

On the way, when a bird passed by and stopped and took off, half of the tree bounced up, and under the mysterious white pus, it gradually healed.

The smell of white pus attracts birds from all over the world to come and peck twice, savoring the taste of white pus. All the birds that are tasted have more or less changed, some of them have their feathers constantly falling off, and some of their two little feet have become larger, like the soles of elephants.

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"Good grandson, you stay where you are and wait, grandpa goes to find a tool to take advantage of, as long as this thing is dug up, then you can make as many shell planes as you want for your good grandson."

The old man comforted the little boy a few words, since the little boy had the blood jade, he was not very interested in the shell plane, and it was rare that he did not make trouble, but let out a soft sigh.

Since grandpa didn't let him help, he found a clean place to sit down and play with the blood jade in his hand, the blood jade seemed to be plain, but there was a strange magic that attracted him, making him want to hold the blood jade all the time.

As grandpa said, maybe blood jade is really a treasure, at a young age, he also vaguely knows that jade and other things are very valuable. Grandma said; The daughters and sons in the big cities all carry the dignity of their status.

The little boy happily played with the researcher, and the old man carefully found a fairly clean ground and put down the military fur coat, and somewhere he got a tool like a Luoyang shovel, although it was rusty, the old man tried it and could still use it.

In front of the old man was a boxy tomb, surrounded by red bricks, and it was still a little festive.

There was a candle in front of the tomb that had been abandoned for a long time, the old man squatted to light the candle, smoked a box of loose cigarettes for two yuan, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the old man is cheeky again, and I want to ask for some copper bullet shells from you to make an airplane toy for my good grandson, you can rest assured, the other funeral goods in it, the old man will not take it at all."

Please also do something, if there is any offense, please forgive me, I really have to do it! “

After the old man finished speaking, he put his cigarette in the soil and worshipped, and the tombstone had the words Anonymous written on it, which was erected by the old man during the Anti-Japanese War.

The lit candle flame suddenly swayed, the old man frowned, and the surroundings were quiet as if they were haunted, where did the phoenix come from?

The candle flame has been swaying, a little wicked!

The old man smiled coldly, as a qualified soldier, he would not believe in anything unnecessary, and even if the owner of the tomb did not agree, he would go down for a trip, because in the old man's opinion, death is reincarnation.

What's more, for some reason, he has such a precious grandson, nothing is as important as his grandson, for the sake of his grandson he doesn't mind breaking some taboos, even if he once lived in that closed era, he will go to hell for such a thing as digging graves.

When was he afraid? During the years of the Anti-Japanese War, he participated in large and small wars, with countless bullet holes and scars on his body, many times he brushed shoulders with death, and once even he felt that he couldn't hear it, but in the end he survived.

His own life, he knew that the king of Hades would not dare to accept his life, let alone something unnecessary, if those old comrades-in-arms knew that they believed in those ethereal things, they would not be ridiculed to death.

The old man rolled up his sleeves and picked up the Luoyang shovel, and found the entrance that he inadvertently broke in last time behind the detour, surrounded by weeds comparable to the height of a person, which was not a difficult thing for him.

It's just that when he got off the shovel, the candle in front of him suddenly went out, and Captain Touching Jin kept saying that the candle was extinguished, and the ghost was not alarmed!

The old man of the atheist naturally does not believe in these nonsense things, not to mention that he is stubborn, he will definitely fulfill his promise, he regards his promise as more important than his own life, and it is precisely because of this that his popularity among those old comrades-in-arms is the best.

Xu Shiying has been following the old man closely, the old man didn't see what was happening in front of him, but he saw it clearly, there was blood and water outside the red bricks, a great omen!

Have you ever seen a tomb that suddenly spilled blood, and the old man said that he had entered it once before, indicating that this tomb was some years old.

Xu Shiying ran to the old man to remind him that he was in danger, and then he remembered that he was an outsider, and no matter what he did, the old man could not hear or see it. He tried to touch things along the way, but he couldn't.

He was very melancholy now, knowing that something bad might happen, but he couldn't inform him, and when he looked up, he saw that the little boy had fallen asleep with his blood jade head on the stone at some point.

Xu Shiying wanted to smoke him when he saw himself when he was a child, I really don't know why his grandfather was so good to him, he was completely heartless.

Removing the weeds at the entrance, the old man lifted the stone slab, revealing the stairs below, Xu Shiying was surprised, this tomb is not very big from the outside, to put it bluntly, it is the scale of ordinary people's construction.

According to his understanding, it is just a layer of red bricks on the basis of the mound, and even the tombstone was erected by his grandfather himself, where can the owner of the tomb be noble?

However, to be able to build stairs underground, it must be the descendants of prominent families of high-ranking officials and nobles who have the material and financial resources to build such things.

He wanted to find out with the old man, he was now very curious about the identity of the owner of the tomb, he wanted to know what the relationship between his grandfather and the owner of the tomb was, and why he knew that there was a tomb here.

And there are such things as copper bullet shells in the tomb, so it means that the age of the tomb owner's death is not long ago, and it may even be someone like a comrade-in-arms that my grandfather knew during the Anti-Japanese War.

He can only infer speculation from this, and if he wants to know the truth, he still has to go to the tomb to see for himself and find out if it is as he guessed.

Xu Shiying was deducing and guessing, the old man had already stepped into the underground staircase, he followed and wanted to go down, and found that there was a mysterious force stopping him, and after several attempts, he could not enter the tomb anyway.

This couldn't help but make him wonder, since he was in a dream, he could go everywhere in the dream, everything was smooth before, why was he the only one who couldn't enter this tomb, was the owner who created this dream stopping him?

Since he couldn't get in, he had to wait peacefully beside him, the little boy slept very sweetly, probably dreamed of something delicious and fun, with a smile on his face, and occasionally heard him call grandpa.

Xu Shiying finally got a little comfort in his heart, knowing that thinking about his grandfather, he was not a special bastard, and he was still saved.

It's just that the thought that this little boy is himself makes him extremely painful, was he really that exaggerated when he was a child?

didn't let Xu Shiying wait long, the old man quickly came out of the tomb, holding a large copper bullet case in his arms, all kinds of bullet shells, he likes to read military newspapers and periodicals when he has nothing to do, he saw the bullet shell in the old man's arms, and he can vaguely distinguish a few more familiar weapons.

I don't know the others, the old man almost climbed up, except for a little dirty on his body, he was not in any danger, Xu Shiying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he was safe.

This time the harvest is very large, and there are more than 10,000 bullet shells in my arms, not to mention making one plane, even making two that cannot be used up. Of course, the old man also kept his promise, did not touch the slightest burial goods in the tomb, and the promise was as important as his life.

After coming out, he resealed the slate, did not deliberately cover it with weeds, looked up and saw the sleeping good grandson, and smiled happily.

When he returned, the old man carried the sleeping little boy on his back, wrapped his clothes and stuffed them into his fur coat and hugged him tightly, and went all the way home.

At the door of the house, grandma had been waiting for a long time, and when she saw the old man, she couldn't help but want to nag a few words, and when she saw the little boy behind her, grandma stopped, glared at the old man and warned him that he would have to kneel and drag the clothes board next time.

Xu Shiying's eyes couldn't help but moisten when he looked at the warm scene in front of him, how long did he not feel such warmth and touching, in the small half a year of working in the bar, he was subjected to all kinds of strange things in the society, and he had to worry about solving them one by one.

The bar put a lot of effort into him, because he thought the boss was very good to him, he was content, he wanted to repay the favor, and he wanted to stay and work here forever.

In the end, he was just living in a dream, everything was fake in the bar, it was just a ruin, a barren ruin.