Hearing this, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it thundered above my head. For a moment, I felt as if the whole world had become dark, my vision had blurred, and my heart had become extremely heavy. My mind was confused, my body began to go weightless, as if it was about to float, and a feeling of falling into a black hole blurred in my eyes.

Loss, sadness, guilt are intertwined, what do I hear?

How could such a thing happen, Xiao Hong is still young, in his early twenties, just graduated from college and entered the workplace, has a stable job, and has a bright future.

After we came out of Longhu Village, she just had a little fever and cold. Since I left Nanjing, she has also been a little unwell.

How could it be that he was not alive?

When did this happen, we were only disconnected for a while.

Could it be that in the past few days on the phone, she is not in the service area and does not reply to messages, is it because he has an accident?

Zhang Chengshan said sadly: "More than ten days ago, she was unconscious and passed away soon."

"What disease?" I panicked.

"The doctor said it was a rare disease that occurs in the brain, and brain cells gradually become inactivated."

I suddenly felt that my whole body was sore, and I looked at the autumn scenery in the mountains blankly, and all my thoughts were discouraged, and I couldn't let go for a long time.

After a long time, I said, "I'll go back to Nanjing now."

……

After leaving the mountain gate, one person and one cat stepped on the high-speed train back to Nanjing.

In the roaring high-speed train, I had mixed tastes, thinking of the bits and pieces of the past with her, and sourness welled up in my heart.

I have always been an unpopular person, and it was Xiao Hong who encouraged me when I needed someone to accompany and take care of me the most, and when I was most prone to rebellion and go down the wrong path.

He was the only one who encouraged me.

So much so that he was able to stay under Xiao Shanbo's door later, and by chance came into contact with the field of feng shui. It's all made by her.

However, the news of her death is unknown.

Zhang Chengshan said that everyone knew about my relationship with her, and they were afraid that I would not be able to accept it for a while, and I was also in a predicament at that time, so I did not tell him.

They also thought that I had been in contact with Xiao Hong. When he left Yandang Mountain, Zhang Chengshan didn't know about Han Yingying's existence.

Since I received the news of Xiao Hong's misfortune, it was difficult for me to heal the pain in my heart, so I did not contact Han Yingying for the time being.

On the high-speed train, Han Yingying called me. I poured out all the depression in my heart, and Han Yingying was very considerate of me, and said some comforting words to try to soothe my grief.

We talked about Han Qimen again, and I also talked to her about Han Qimen's behavior in the mountains of Yandang Mountain.

But after all, as a child, although he despises his father's actions, he still cares about his father's whereabouts.

I said, "We haven't seen him come out of the True Source. After that, Zhang Chengshan and I went to the Inorganic Mountain again, but we didn't find any trace of Han Qimen."

Han Yingying saw that her father's whereabouts were unknown, and she was also disappointed.

She told me that Dao Technique had recently been introduced, and I was very surprised, normal people need to cultivate for half a year before they can get a first glimpse of the doorway, how could she get started so quickly.

However, she had already mastered the tricks of "practicing spirit" and "practicing qi".

When she first practiced, her father Han Qimen was resolutely stopped, and later she could only practice secretly, and now that her father is not in the mountains, she can practice Taoism unscrupulously.

I still accuse her that a returnee from studying abroad should find a serious job, and seeking career development is the right way, but she doesn't care, saying that she cultivates Taoism and does not deviate from her major.

I thought that her major was sociology, a major that I didn't know anything about, but she thought that the world of Taoism was also a society, a society that no one cared about and few people knew, and she wanted to study it.

When she heard that I was going to Nanjing, she said that she was writing a paper using Sanqingshan as a social model. When the thesis was over, he rushed to Nanjing to meet me.

When I heard that I could meet her again, a trace of warmth finally rose in my heart.

……

When I returned to Nanjing, I first went back to my hometown in Chunhua.

When he studied art by Xiao Shanbo's side, he rarely returned to his hometown. Because I want to live in the main city of Nanjing, which is seventy or eighty kilometers away from my hometown in Chunhua, it usually takes more than an hour to drive back and forth. And Xiao Shanbo's shop business has been booming, and we are all very busy.

This time, it has been more than three months since the last time.

The house in my hometown is still an old house built of red bricks, and a few years ago, I followed Xiao Shanbo to make some money and renovated my home.

The roof kept leaking, so I asked a mason to replace the tiles.

He hired a carpenter to replace the decaying gate with a dark red iron gate.

At this moment, I am standing in front of my house with a big brimmed hat on my head.

Thinking of the months I had been away from home, I had been in danger many times, thinking that I would never be able to return to this hometown. At this time, my mood was mixed and solemn.

The iron door was closed tightly, and I skillfully found the key by the window and opened the door.

There was no one in the house, and everything was as if it had left. Although I have not been gone for a long time, in my heart, it is like thousands of years apart, and it is also like a lifetime.

The house is very basic, in the living room, a table, two stools.

I put down the orange cat, and the orange cat scurried to the stool and snuggled to the side as if it had returned home.

I looked around, and near the gate, there was a low stool, and in front of it was a stack of old cloth shoes, and beside it lay an unfinished sole and a ball of needle and thread.

Suddenly, I heard a vigorous voice, "Who, has Fuyao returned?"

It's grandma!

Her voice is penetrating and recognizable.

I ran out of the gate and saw my grandmother walking with a bundle of straw in her arms.

"Grandma!"

Grandma's bronzed face was deeply engraved with wrinkles, and it was easy to see that she was a weather-beaten old man. Two big hands like a fan are holding the firewood tightly, and their bodies still look very strong. Although my grandmother is over 70 years old this year, she often compares herself with young people when she does crop work.

When she saw me, her crescent-shaped eyes shone with kindness.

To provide you with the fastest update of the great kamikaze wind and fire Li Fuyao's "Feng Shui Master in the Coffin", in order for you to see the fastest update of this book next time, please be sure to save the bookmark!

Chapter 200 Return to Nanjing Free Reading.