"You...... You okay? ”

Xiaoyu was taken aback by Luo Cong'an's appearance, she said in her heart that she would cry, why didn't she even make a sound, it was really scary......

Luo Cong'an shook his head, his voice still hoarse as always.

"It's fine."

She stepped forward and reached out to put her hand on the wheelchair, but reached into the air and retracted it.

"You go on."

Four words came out of her mouth.

Although Xiaoyu thought it was strange, it was rare to meet someone who was interested in Mr. before his death, so he didn't ask too much.

After all, these days, she is also very depressed in her heart, and she can't find a place to pour out a lot of words.

She hesitated, her face a little uncertain, "Actually, I feel that my husband likes to sit at the door, not because he likes to blow the wind, but more like he is ...... Wait for others? ”

"I asked my husband several times, but he always smiled and shook his head, unwilling to tell me, so after I asked a few times, I didn't continue to ask."

Hearing this, Luo Cong'an's body trembled slightly.

She began to move again, like a slowly wriggling worm, slowly approaching the hall.

Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Luo Cong'an stopped.

Xiaoyu looked at her back curiously, wondering what this white-haired, red-eyed, and familiar girl wanted to do.

After a while, she stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?" In fact, there was nothing in it anymore, it was empty, and most of it was burned by me. ”

"Because those who have heard the practice say that the things that the deceased used in his life should not be left in the yang world for too long......"

Luo Cong'an didn't speak, she turned around numbly, and walked towards another room next to her.

It's still slow, moving forward.

The curiosity in Xiao Yu's eyes became more and more intense, and she followed behind Luo Cong'an.

The room looked smaller than the others, and the old wooden door was locked with a chain that was covered with a thick layer of dust that hadn't been opened in a long time.

Xiaoyu took the initiative to introduce: "This is the utility room, and there are some small wooden figures carved by Mr. in it. ”

She paused for a moment, and then said with a sudden expression: "I almost forgot, in fact, Mr. had another hobby before his death, that is, carving these strange little wooden figures." ”

"At that time, in addition to eating and sleeping every day, Mr. was in a daze with a carving knife, although the carved look was strange, but whoever saw it had to praise a fine sentence, and even the Lord of Ma City couldn't help but want to ask Mr. to make a move."

"But after two years, my husband suddenly stopped carving, and when I asked him why, he always diverted from the topic."

Xiaoyu sighed, "I always feel that Mr. has a lot of stories hidden in his heart, but unfortunately I am too stupid, and Mr. is unwilling to tell me." ”

She looked at Luo Cong'an and said with a smile: "And if you want me to say, the appearance of those little wooden people is really strange, you definitely can't guess ......."

Luo Cong'an suddenly spoke, interrupting her.

"Big head, no neck, short limbs."

Xiaoyu was stunned, and she looked very surprised.

"You know ......"

Luo Cong'an put her hand into her chest and took out the wood carving that her husband had given her when she parted before.

Because of the age, the wood carving as a whole is slightly deformed, and a small gap is cracked at the bottom, exuding a faint pine fragrance.

When Xiaoyu saw this, her face was even more surprised, she looked at the wooden man carefully, and then stared at Luo Cong'an's face.

She finally knew where the inexplicable sense of déjà vu in the girl's body came from.

The appearance of this wooden man is very similar to that of a girl.

If you take out one of them alone, it may not make people think of it, but if you put the two together, the sense of déjà vu is very strong.

So Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and her mouth was shocked: "Aren't you Mr.'s long-lost daughter!" ”

Luo Congan looked at her expressionlessly.

Xiaoyu was stunned, and she whispered tentatively: "Could it be ...... No? ”

At the same time, she was muttering in her heart.

is not the daughter of Mr. Lao's deceased, nor is it his long-lost daughter, so can you still be Mr.'s wife?

Luo Cong'an ignored her, but walked straight forward and gently pushed the wooden door of the utility room.

The chains were loose and rattled.

Xiaoyu reminded: "If you want to go in, I'll go to the hall to get the key." ”

As she spoke, she turned around and wanted to go to the hall, but Luo Cong'an stopped her.

"No, you don't."

Then, Luo Cong'an reached out and cut the entire iron chain thicker than her arm.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly widened, and her mouth opened into a round pigeon egg.

The chains fell heavily to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Lowe pushed the door through Ann.

In front of you, there are fine dust fluttering in the air, which are clearly visible in the sunlight.

and, the unpleasant smell of rotting and moldy wood.

One after another strangely shaped wood carvings come into view.

They had been locked in this small utility room for years, and now they finally saw the light of day.

Because no one has taken care of it for a long time, the body of the wood carving is covered with thick ash, and the shape is cracked, just like the one Luo treasured from An's arms.

The girl leaned against the door, staring blankly into the door, looking stupid.

Xiaoyu walked over, she covered her nose with her hand, and looked inside the door as well.

The next moment, she looked at the neat wood carvings in the room in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many, there are only a few empty seats left......

"Actually, I don't understand why Mr. suddenly refused to carve in the first place, when only a few were left to fill up."

Xiaoyu didn't know about this problem, and Luo Cong'an naturally couldn't know it.

She suddenly asked, "Sir, he...... What can you say before you die? ”

In this regard, Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "Mr. was very calm when he left, but I didn't listen to what he had to say......

Speaking of this, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, she ran back to the hall, and then walked out with a stack of old yellowed rice paper.

She carefully put the rice paper away, and then looked at Luo Cong'an expectantly, "You are from Jingshi, you must know a lot of words, these are all found in Mr.'s room, I can't understand a lot of them, can you read them to me?" ”

Xiaoyu knows some words, but not much.

Two days ago, there was a son-in-law from Beijing, named Li Yizhou, and Xiaoyu wanted him to help him read.

But Li Yizhou just hurriedly put on a few pillars of incense, and then left in a hurry, not bothering to look at Xiaoyu at all.

So Xiaoyu had no choice but to pin her hopes on the girl in front of her.

After all, the other party is different from other people who come to worship, and it seems that he is more interested in the affairs of the gentleman himself.

Luo Cong'an's gaze slowly moved away from the wood carvings.

Finally, it stopped on the stack of yellowed and even somewhat mutilated rice paper.

She picked up the top one and read softly: "Who reads that the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the remnant sun......"

At the thought of this, the voice suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoyu was listening carefully with her ears pricked up next to her, and she was very puzzled when she saw Luo Cong'an stop.

The girl's fingers holding the rice paper trembled slightly.

Because she remembered the first poem that her husband read to her that morning, which was also this Huanxi Sha.

She remembered that she had interrupted her husband very willfully.

Luo Cong'an's voice trembled, forcing himself to read it.

"The gambling book was so fragrant that it was just an ordinary ...... at that time"

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