The grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you desire.

Look at the mountains and fields, do you still feel lonely?

You listen to that guy singing, that song you love the most.

In the world, there is no need to worry about how much complexity there is no longer to worry about

You heard it right, in front of a grave in a thousand kilometers of grave mountain, there is a middle-aged man singing this song.

What a beautiful and moving melody, what an unforgettable and sad ballad, and the wildflowers around the grave mountain, even if he sings badly, there is still a little bit of artistic conception.

As the director of the crematorium, it is also necessary to have nothing to do, walk around the grave mountain, see the old people, and increase knowledge.

After a song, he looked at a tombstone affectionately and sighed softly.

This is his wife's grave, which has been buried for more than ten years, and after all these years, the familiar smiling face is still so clear.

He lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and looked at another tombstone, another sigh.

This is the grave of his childhood friend, who only lived to be twenty years old, and died young.

Not long after, he walked to another tombstone and sighed.

This is the tomb of the old king of the family next door, how can he live to be eighty years old if he lacks virtue and does all his deeds? It's really eyeless

In this way, he walked and stopped, and at the end of the day, he visited most of the grave mountains.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

The sun is almost setting, and it's time to go back.

Lao Zhao finally straightened his waist and took heavy steps, and was about to go down the mountain, when he saw Tang Yan who was coming up the mountain.

"Uncle Zhao, are you hungry? Serve hot. Tang Yan, who came over, opened the lunch box and handed it over.

"Part-time?" Zhao Xingxing asked.

"Long stay." Tang Yan said.

Zhao Xingxing was slightly stunned, then took the meal and started eating, and asked while eating: "Don't you think that coming here to do this kind of work is too aggrieved by the reputation of college students?" ”

Tang Yan said with a smile: "There is no distinction between high and low work, it is all mixed food." ”

Zhao Xingxing also smiled, stuffed half a bowl of rice into his mouth in three or two bites, and said vaguely: "Not bad, not bad, I haven't eaten your cooking for a few months, it's still so delicious, I'm about to catch up with your father." When we go out of business, we will open a small restaurant, and we will be able to live this life."

This was a joke, but Tang Yan was very surprised, he asked, "My dad can cook?" ”

Cang Tian testified that Tang Yan was 21 years old, and in the past 21 years, he had really never eaten Tang Laosan's cooking. When Tang Yan was very young, he lived every day with box lunches, rice bowls, noodles, and buns, until Tang Yan was eight years old and learned to cook, which ended his life of buying food. But it's Tang Yan who cooks. How did Donald San ever do a meal?

Knowing that he was leaking, Zhao Xingxing simply confessed: "He is just a little lazy, when he was young, he worked as a cook and later became a pig killer." ”

Tang Yan's nose was a little sour, and he smiled bitterly: "In my life, I have never seen someone as lazy as my father." I really didn't expect him to be a cook, but I've been eating roadside food for years! ”

Zhao Xingxing patted Tang Yan's shoulder and comforted: "Okay, okay, look, isn't it very good?" If he is not lazy, how can he achieve such a high-end cooking skill as yours. You don't have to eat noodles every day in the future, hehe."

Is this comfort? Tang Yan had no choice but to take it as comfort. In the middle of the ring, he asked, "How has the business been in the past few months?" ”

"It's not the same as before, it's not good or bad," Zhao said happily.

"That's good. It seems that the situation in the city is not as serious as I thought," Tang Yan said.

"What's the situation?" Zhao Xingxing asked.

Tang Yan thought for a while before saying, "If you believe it, I'll tell you." ”

Zhao Xingxing said angrily: "What do you believe or not, will you still lie to you Uncle Zhao?" You just told me that the shells of Little Japan were lost in the city, and I believed it."

Tang Yan told everything that had happened in the past few days, and finally said earnestly: "It's so weird, so I decided to retire here, anyway, it's all about dealing with the dead, and it should be able to stop." ”

Zhao Xingxing was still so calm, and only said half-loudly: "It's really ruthless!" ”

Tang Yan was puzzled and asked, "What's really ruthless?" ”

Zhao Xingxing said: "It's nothing, it's also very good here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, suitable for the elderly"

Tang Yan was speechless for a moment, didn't ask much, jumped on a boulder, and looked at the scenery by himself.

"I'm not going back tonight." Zhao Xingxing said.

"Oh!" Tang Yan responded.

"That Maoshan Taoist, you greet him well, don't drive him away," Zhao Xingxing said again.

"Charlatan, if you don't drive him away, will you still entertain him?" Tang Yan was a little puzzled.

"Ten charlatans, there are also one or two who are unbearable, maybe he is one of them"

"What if he has to go?"

"He's not going to go, not for at least 10 days."

"Okay, I'll bring you food tomorrow morning, what do you want to eat?"

"Bacon, fritters, red bean soup"

Knowing this uncle's virtues, Tang Yan didn't stay long, and when it was almost dark, he went down the mountain.

It's not very cold these days, and there are places to rest on the mountain, so I'm not afraid of him catching a cold.

Originally, when he first came here, Tang Yan was shocked by this uncle's approach, but over time, he slowly got used to it.

When he returned to the courtyard in the forest, he saw that the little Taoist priest was meditating in a good manner, Tang Yan pursed his lips, and he didn't pay attention to it, so he was ready to go back to the room.

"Donor, please stay" The dark cloud suddenly opened his eyes.

"Call me Tang Yan, what's the matter?" Tang Yan asked.

"Where's the field manager? Please tell the poor road," the dark clouds bowed.

Seeing this gift, Tang Yan clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "There is a fate to meet, and the poor monk is going to rest."

"The master is a Shaolin disciple?" Dark Cloud asked in surprise.

"No, no, no, the poor monk is the descendant of Emei, the yang is prosperous and the yin is declining, don't be surprised. 107th generation. Tang Yan smiled.

"It turned out to be a master, and I was fortunate to be lucky"

"False Like"

Depend on! What kind of thing, chewing is all Chinese, Tang Yan didn't bother to continue, went directly into the house, closed the door and quieted it

The little Taoist priest was also interested, so he didn't bother Tang Yan, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate.

The back mountain is not very far, and the terrain is very high, if you have good eyesight, you can also see the situation in the courtyard.

At this moment, Zhao Xingxing happened to be standing on a big rock, looking at the dark clouds that had become like an old monk from a distance, and said to himself: "Maoshan dark clouds, if you are really a malleable talent, it's a pity that Li Chenfeng's stubborn old way is really not suitable for being a disciple, and he almost missed his future." ”

Thinking of Li Chenfeng in Maoshan, Lao Zhao could only sigh. Only those who have really dealt with that old fellow know what it means to cherish words like gold, and only then can they understand how dumb people are refined!

"But it doesn't matter, if you suffer a little, you can grow"

Zhao Xingxing thought like this, and the phone rang at this time.

"The grave is full of flowers"

Seeing the caller ID, Zhao Xingxing hurriedly picked it up, and opened his mouth to scold: "Bastard Tang Laosan, how did you become a father?" It's too TM incompetent. I don't even bother to talk about you, you are really ruthless and don't let him go to college, is it appropriate to just throw him here with me? Is this appropriate? What the hell are you going to make a fuss? ”

"Lao Zhao, dissipate your anger, have you eaten?" That's what the other end of the phone says.

"Eat! Lao Tzu eats noodles every day," Zhao Xingxing said angrily.

"Is the weather good?" The man asked.

"Okay, don't you know? Aren't you in the city? Zhao Xingxing snorted coldly.

"How's business?" The man asked again.

"Donald San, your uncle, if you have a fart, hurry up, don't talk to Lao Tzu" Zhao Xingxing was angry for a while.

"Haha, there's no fart to let go, just when he arrives, the little Taoist priest of Maoshan is also with you, right?"

"Not with me, but with you? You're still so mean, you know that."

"Hey, hey, hey, the signal is bad"

"Slow! Bastard, let me ask, is it necessary for Nankun City to be ruined, and the instructions from above can be issued? ”

"Hey, can you hear me? Oh! It's really out of signal, this time it's really hanging! ”

"I said"

The phone has been hung up by the other party, Zhao Xingxing gritted his teeth and held the phone in his arms, and looked at the city silently.

It seems to be a very calm urban area, but who knows how many people are bleeding in this calm night