Even in the early winter season of morning dew and frost.

Yu Er has also waited for Zhang Chu for too long......

It's time to settle down.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Da Liu led the brothers of the Red Flower Department to be busy, arranging the mourning hall and arranging the memorial service.

The mule and Zhang Meng, who came from the back foot, also led his brothers to be busy, arranging a dinner party, and arranging the process of sending Yu Er up the mountain tomorrow morning.

One inscription after another was sent to Zhang Chu from all aspects.

Blooming.

Singing praises of virtue.

Fabricated.

Zhang Chu threw them into the brazier in front of Yu Erling one by one, and showed him as a joke.

Waves of people who came to worship Yu Er rushed to Yu Er from Tiannan and Haibei.

There are famous children, and there are no famous children.

Know, don't.

The well-intentioned and the ill-intentioned.

One by one, they saluted in front of the spirit with sad faces, as if it was their own father lying in a coffin.

Zhang Chu looked at these people expressionlessly, and his empty gaze scared away one after another fools who wanted to come up and talk to him.

Everyone is busy.

Everyone can find their place in this humble mourning hall.

Zhang Chu is very idle.

Idle like an outsider.

It's like a mascot.

He sat on the edge of Yu Er's mourning hall.

Sat all night.

The meal was delivered.

And he ate.

The water was delivered to the eyes.

And he drank.

Someone is coming.

He doesn't say hello either.

The coffin was raised.

And he followed.

Ask nothing.

Say nothing.

Neither sorrow.

It's not sad either.

Numb like a wax figure.

Wu Jiuyu has been here.

Seeing him like this, he stroked the top of his head sadly and left.

Zhao Mingyang has been here.

Seeing him like this, he sighed and patted him on the shoulder, and left.

The second victory day came.

Seeing him like this, he hammered his chest with a long sigh and left.

Zhong Zi has been here.

Seeing him like this, he sat with him for more than an hour without saying a word and left.

Only Da Liu and the mule kept dangling in front of him.

I'll bring him food later.

Come and refill him in a moment.

I'll dress him later......

They really wanted to talk to Zhang Chu and diverge his mind.

But looking at Zhang Chu like this, no one knows what to say or what to say......

They especially hoped that Zhang Chu could go around and scold them as usual.

Otherwise, it's better to take a few sips.

No matter how bad it is, just like the time when Da Xiong left, it doesn't matter if he goes out to cut thousands of northern barbarians.

It's better than sitting on the edge of a coffin without saying a word.

Looking at Zhang Chu like this.

For the first time, they realized it so clearly.

This man who was able to get up and fight back more fiercely no matter what kind of blow he received before...... It's really old.

Big brother, it's really old.

......

Yin time.

It was still dark.

The road surface is still muddy.

Everyone carried the coffin out of the city and sent Yu Er on his last journey.

There were not many people carrying the coffin.

But the specs are high.

Mule, Da Liu, Zhang Meng, Sun Si'er.

It's not a shortage of manpower.

In the AllBright Mansion, there are 30,000 brothers from the Red Flower Division.

But there are only so many people who are qualified to carry this coffin......

More and more.

I can't get enough people.

Zhang Chu walked behind the coffin, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Snow-white paper money fell on his face.

He looked up, and it always felt like the first snow he had seen in the sycamore......

......

Zhang Chu didn't make a decision.

On Yu Er's tombstone, no inscription was engraved after all.

is clean, and there are five big characters on it: "The Cemetery of the Remaining Two".

Not even a decent name.

Except for the names of his two cheap sons.

Just one sign: the quadruple gang stands.

The cemetery is quite magnificently repaired.

But Zhang Chu looked at the four words "Cave Heaven and Blessed Land" on the tombstone, and the two mighty stone lions lying on their stomachs in front of the tomb always felt that they did not match Yu Er's half-dead appearance before his death.

You should get the signboard of Zhang Kee's choppy soup and the cauldron and put it in front of the tomb.

He likes to take those two things with him everywhere he goes, anyway......

He was pestled in front of the tomb.

Watch as the stonemasons seal the tomb little by little, light the fire, and dry the mud on the edges.

It's slowly getting brighter.

Zhang Chu finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence after beating him into Jintian Mansion: "Before your father left, how did you arrange for your brothers?"

The voice is hoarse.

It's low.

The two hairy boys who were kneeling beside the tomb holding Yu Er's spiritual seat heard this, their bodies trembled, and they said honestly: "Back to the master, before my father leaves, let us brothers continue to guard the stall for you." ”

Zhang Chu: "Gone?"

The two and a half sons shook their heads in unison: "It's gone." ”

Zhang Chu looked at the middle-aged woman who was staring at the tombstone to the side: "Sister-in-law Cuihua, what do you say." ”

When the depressed and simple woman heard this, she forced a smile and said: "What can I say, of course it is what their father said, so I will do it." ”

Zhang Chu wanted to laugh.

But I can't laugh.

If he changed others, he would definitely think that he was playing tricks with him, changing the way to give future generations glory and wealth.

But Yu Er......

He couldn't tell.

This calf doesn't know a few big characters, and he can't speak well, but he has persistence that ordinary people don't have, and great wisdom that ordinary people don't have.

What he said was most likely just literal......

Zhang Chu was silent for a while, and then said, "Five years!"

"Help me stay for another five years. ”

"I will return you to the glory and wealth of your life. ”

When the simple woman heard this, her face finally showed a look of joy.

The two hairy boys respectfully kowtowed to Zhang Chu: "Yes, master." ”

Zhang Chu didn't hear it, slowly walked to the tomb, squatted down, picked up Yu Er's dry smoking gun from the tombstone, slowly loaded a pot of tobacco, lit it in the bonfire, and gently put it in front of the tombstone.

Green smoke curls and shrouds the tombstone, like an old smoking gun sitting on a rocking chair, slowly swallowing clouds and spitting fog......

A pot of smoke.

He stood up and waved his hand at the tombstone: "Goodbye, Yu Er." ”

He turned and walked south, and groups of saffron tribes followed his footsteps, converging behind him as if a hundred rivers were returning to the sea.

"Let's go, go back. ”

Zhang Chu said.

The mule brought him a green horse.

Da Liu raised the banner of Xuanwu.

The army went south.

Didn't go far.

On the hill on the side of the road, I saw hundreds of red armor elite riders.

A handsome flag with the word "Huo" fluttered gently in these hundreds of rides.

The leader, with a short white beard and a purple eagle armor, sits on a snow-white horse.

Who is it if it's not Huo Hongye?

He waved his hand expressionlessly.

It seems to be saying goodbye.

It seems to be saying goodbye.

Zhang Chu also waved goodbye to him, and at the end, pointed in the direction of Yu Er's cemetery.

Huo Hongye bowed.

Zhang Chu turned his head.

The two teams staggered by.

All the way south.

All the way north.

See you soon......

It's a sworn enemy!