Shen Fengming raised his hand to interrupt Xia Yan, who seemed to be about to speak, and motioned for him to let himself finish first. "With the two of them here, it's finally - it's no beating. You don't have to defend Gu Shizhong - I actually don't hate him that much, after all, there were a lot of people outside that day, just from the crack in the door, I couldn't see what the situation was like when they fought after all, and I couldn't see who killed the bones in the end - if you didn't say it, I couldn't be sure that the bones really died at the hands of the two of them. When he said this, he suddenly laughed at himself, "Thinking about it like this, I seem to be a little ruthless? Thorough bone is my master, I am gracious, and died for our mother and son, I should investigate his death in detail, and I should avenge him—but really, probably because I don't like revenge by nature—I don't even take my father's revenge to heart, and I don't take my death to heart." ”

Xia Yan and Okra were both holding his gaze tightly at this time, but he didn't look at anyone, and the drooping eyes leaked some distorted complexity. "Not true. Xia Yan spoke. Even if he didn't look back, he didn't look away, "If it's as you said, why do you want to kill Cheng Fangyu again—if you want to kill him, it can only come out of hatred—out of 'hatred' that is deeper than your father's death." ”

"Is it because of your mother?" Okra blurted out, "Is it your mother-she died at the hands of Cheng Fangyu?"

Shen Fengming raised his gaze and looked at her, "My mother-she died from the backlash of the demon sound, similar to the situation when you went mad that day, she also fell into her own illusion because of her confusion, and she couldn't get out until she died, and I-I am a useless person, I have no way to save her." ”

He said these words lightly and often, but Okra was already in an uproar in his heart. The situation on the day of the Battle of Xiangshui echoed in her mind again, and she finally vaguely realized some of Shen Fengming's vague words that day, and his sad but resolute expression that day.

She didn't have time to think about it again. According to this, Shen Fengming's mother did not die at the hands of Cheng Fangyu - at least, it is difficult to return such a deep hatred to Cheng Fangyu alone. She hesitated, but she didn't dare to ask about it, so she followed Xia Yan with her eyes.

Xia Yan's expression was also a little hesitant, "That is to say, in the battle of Remnant Yin Town that day, your mother was ......" He also wanted to speak and stopped, but he really didn't know whether to comfort him or pretend to be calm at this time. "The people in the black bamboo only told how terrible the sound of the piano was that day, but they were only afraid of ...... I'm afraid that no one expected that the owner who caused the sound of the piano like panic couldn't escape the ......"

Shen Fengming laughed, "My mother's magic sound attainments are indeed extraordinary, but limited by the instrument, she can't even reach the realm of one tone and two illusions, and the magic sound of that day is far inferior to the one sound and two illusions used in Xiangshui this time." It's just that Xiangshui Dongting, the place is vast, and the sound of the piano echoes to Junshan, which is no more urgent than a small town, and the sound of the piano is stirring back and forth, and the heart is more urgent. Our room was long and narrow, with patios at both ends, and the sound of the piano could easily be heard, and there was some distance between the adjacent houses, and the door wall was high, and the magic sound was sent out by internal force, and it reverberated back and forth in this narrow alley, and the echo was so great that most of the town could hear it in such a small town, and when it was high-pitched, the whole town could hear it. The sounds of slaughter in the town were originally earth-shattering, but in the midst of the magic sounds, those voices gradually became hollow as if they had been suppressed and sucked dry—no matter who encountered such a thing for the first time, panic was inevitable. It is not surprising that it is said by word of mouth, and how mysterious and terrifying it is in the end. ”

As he spoke, his face was at fault, "But, no matter how powerful the magic sound is, it is far from the most terrible thing that day. ”

The bottle of wine in front of him was empty, so Shen Fengming reached out and poured another bottle into the cup, looked at the sky that was covered by the roof, and fell into memory again. "When I was dead, my body slammed into our door—but it didn't open. He blocked the door and refused to let people in. My mother's piano sound—it was also at this time that it lost control. ”

He took a drink and looked at the okra, "You should be able to understand it, right? And you can't even imagine that you can use such mental strength - you must not know that day by the Xiangshui River, for a moment, you even used one tone and four illusions - when my mother, after the magic sound was out of control, the sound of the piano was like a violent wind and rain, sweeping the town like a storm. The men—they were able to enter by moving the bone-hued corpses, but they didn't come in until the sound stopped—I don't know if it was because the sound was too strong for them to move, or if it was fear that they didn't dare to come in. Most of the time it was a bit of both, because I was the one who couldn't move and was terrified.

"I know what's going on. I know—it's the death that made my mother like this. But deep down, I don't really understand. In all the years since, I still haven't been able to understand it. It is clear that my mother has no affection for my mother, why does he refuse to leave, and must die in battle for her? It is clear that my mother has no affection for my mother, why did she lose her square inch and fall into the devil because of his death?

But the answer will never be available. I can't remember how long it was when the sound of the piano got out of control, and my mother didn't come to her senses until the strings were broken—but by then, her heart was also broken. A person who uses ten times more mental energy than usual will have to pay a price after all, even if all this is not her original wish.

"The piano stopped, and I saw that the people outside the door were still there, and they could not break in for a while, but they were also ready to move. Actually, I don't know why my mother is dying, I still have time to pay attention to this. It could be – I didn't believe what happened that day was real from the beginning. Until then, I still felt that it was just a dream, after all, I couldn't understand everything, let alone control it. I couldn't do anything but stand beside her in a daze.

When the piano stopped, my mother reached out and pulled out an inch of cloth from my ear, to speak to me—I had forgotten it, and asked her to reach out and pull it. She said a couple of words. I barely heard anything at the time, as if I was still in a fugue, only later when I remembered it, every sentence became clearer and clearer. She wanted me to remember Yunmeng's ancestral teachings, to remember the words she had taught me, to remember who I was, and then to promise her to leave quickly—from the backyard—immediately. Because, in a few moments, those people will break in—and she wants me to swear to live well, no matter what happens, no matter what happens.

She didn't mention a word about others, didn't mention a word of revenge, didn't say a word of regret, and didn't say a word of unwillingness. She is only reluctant to me, but she is reluctant to give up. ”

Shen Fengming raised his eyes slightly, just in time for Okra's gaze. His eyes were dry, as if - that kind of past would no longer be able to bear his light tears, but okra's eyes seemed to have fireflies, and when she suddenly saw him look up, she hurriedly pushed this fluorescent light down. Even if Shen Fengming didn't say it, she knew that the battle of Xiangshui that day was out of control, after all, it was this scar in his heart, and he was able to escape because of his old pain.

Shen Fengming saw it to himself. He only smiled indifferently. The most precious things in this world have to be bought at the most painful price—he has known it for a long time. This is probably the true meaning of the ancestral precept that my mother repeatedly asked her to repeat that day? The so-called memory of the Holy Blood can only be as she promised herself that day—to live first—that day, and wait for an answer.

"I promised her that I would live. At this moment the door was pushed open, and several people came in, and I fled to the backyard, not seeing who came in, but I heard them talking.

"The older one probably didn't come in, only the younger one from before, with a few men, cautiously, as if he was still worried about something strange in the house. But there was only one sentence of corpse in the house. The woman who stirred the sound of the magic was dead—the strings were broken, her heart was ruined, and she was just an ordinary dead person.

"Sure enough, it wasn't long before I heard someone report to the man, saying, 'It's a woman, and she's dead.' I was not the first to find out about my mother's death—it was a stranger who found out about her.

"Another guy also checked the house and said, 'It should be her.'" This piano also looks ordinary, but for some reason, it is as loud as it is. After a pause, he didn't listen to the answer, so he asked, 'Cheng Zuo, what should I do now?'

"I just learned that the younger leader is called 'Cheng Zuo'. Cheng Zuo didn't answer, and I expected that he was also watching the situation in the house. After a while, I heard him reply with two words, 'Burned.' ’”

Shen Fengming said these words very calmly, but when he said the word "burned", he still couldn't suppress his tone, as if the smoke from eighteen years ago was still choking on his throat - just two words, but he changed hoarsely and lost his height.

He was still about to say to himself, but the heartstrings of Qiang Ping were hooked, and he threw stones on the water, his breathing fluctuated for a while, he couldn't hide the dark pain anymore, and his whole body was trembling slightly. "I went outside to take a breath. He reluctantly spoke, got up suddenly, and went out into the patio behind him.

Xia Yan and okra looked at each other. "It's burned. These two words are not Shen Fengming, even they heard it with a chill in their hearts. Xia Yan knew about the fire in Remnant Town—but he didn't expect it to be released under such circumstances. How painful it must be to see their mother's body burned by a fire? Every day in this world, there are people who go through life and death, crying and grieving, and the two of them have also lost their loved ones and respect. But what was engraved in the soul of the young Shen Fengming that year was not an ordinary life and death, but it was a painful ashes that penetrated into the bone marrow! Even the body that once existed in the world was no longer there, and even the bones of the only loved one could not be preserved.