The old prime minister was dressed in plain clothes and was holding a teenage baby. Supporting the pear blossom and wood battle, trembling and towering up the barren mountain.

People don't talk about muscles and bones for energy, ten steps and one breath, and several times almost slid down the mountain. The dirt road twists and turns, lingering on the mountain, and as far as the eye can see, there is only a lush forest. He didn't say a word when he broke his feet, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead made him live like an old cow that was about to die and was still plowing the field.

At noon, when I got to the back of the mountain, I used a wooden stick to spread the dense leaves. Barely squeezed into a path that was hard to discern from each other, and in front of it was an open space, and a small grave bag was already growing with fine weeds. The old man was shaking and pulling out the roots one by one, and he was exhausted, and sat down in front of the grave. Untied a wine bag from his waist, raised his hand and poured half of the bag in front of the grave, and then brought the wine bag to his mouth, drank two sips, and choked and coughed.

The old man stared blankly, and the dead man looked at the tombstone like a dead man, sipping wine from time to time. The little doll felt sorry for her grandfather, and then looked at the tombstone, and she was killed.

"Grandpa, is he someone very important to you?"

"Well, kowtow brother."

He ............ How did you die?"

"...... We Killed ...... Old man......... Old man... Inflict harm on him. ”

He ............ Is it a traitor? ”

"Definitely...... It's like that group of old things, all old and incompetent, deaf and dazzling, stealing the throne, he, loyal, a gun, who is not afraid. Alas......"

"That'...... Why is it buried in the barren mountains and mountains, and there is not even a spiritual seat?"

"Hmph, because he's stupid. A pig's head on his neck is smarter than him. Eh............ The court was rotten, and the walls were broken. Return, Return...... The old thief who saved today will sue him tomorrow............ How can there be a crime, touch the skin of the upper and lower mouths, and make a capital crime out of thin air. He deserves to die stupidly, a fool of grass and trees...... cough cough cough ...... Cough! ”

"Grandpa, slow down......... Grandpa, back then...... Also as it is now...... Is there a lot of fighting? ”

"Grandpa's time............ There is Yue Pengju, and him, my second brother. It's not grandpa blowing, you borrowed the courage of the old thief Yan and gave him 500,000 heavenly soldiers, see if he can fight him! ”

"Grandpa, you two were also a generation of heroes at that time."

"There is another one, and there is a third child, all the grass and trees are decaying. When you come, the trail goes down the mountain, and the old road goes up the mountain. Nothing but fighting. But you just look at ...... Mixed good ............ That's it... Blessed... I came alone, I left with nothing, but I lost nothing......"

"Grandpa...... You are the only one who mourns those brothers......"

"Hmm...... Your second master is greedy for wine, and there is no tomb sweeper in this cold food festival...... There was no one to talk to him...... The old man came to have a few drinks with him...... Old man...... I'm also confused, what does this old man think of those brothers............ It's still that high-spirited era. ”