Yunhua smiled dismally, looking at the ceiling, his eyes were empty, and his voice was a little ethereal, "I have already given him the Bodhi Bead, and the rest depends on Feng'er's own creation." ”

"You've always said that, but in the end, it's you who suffers. Zhang Yuanhua scolded.

"Since Yaoyao's death, I have been living in remorse all the time, and now the situation is also caused by me, I deserve it, only in this way can my heart feel better. Yunhua's pale face was full of self-reproach.

Bang bang bang

Someone is knocking on the door.

Yunhua stood up, his expression returning to his original state.

"Come in. ”

The man pushed the door and entered, it was Yun Feng.

"Feng'er. Yunhua subconsciously shouted.

Yun Feng walked to the table and just nodded symbolically towards Yun Hua, his eyes were full of alienation, "I want to know, where is my mother's tombstone?"

"This is Grandpa Zhang. Yun Hua did not answer Yun Feng's question, but introduced Zhang Yuanhua to him.

Yun Feng followed Yun Hua's line of sight.

In the dim light, there stood an old man with gray hair, his face was wrinkled, but his face looked very kind, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy.

He suddenly remembered that when he was young, there seemed to be such an old man who liked to hold him, pull his beard, and kiss him, giggling and seeming a bit like the person in front of him.

So, he asked tentatively, "Are you that Grandpa Zhang?"

Zhang Yuanhua touched the goat's whisker and said with a smile: "You still know the old man, I didn't hurt you in vain when I was young." ”

"It's really you, Grandpa Zhang. Yun Feng immediately smiled, and his demeanor was a little intimate.

This made Yunhua, who was watching from the sidelines, feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Yuanhua noticed Yunhua's strangeness and used his mouth to push the direction of the latter.

Yun Feng was stunned.

"Feng'er. ”

Yun Hua finally couldn't help it, and screamed, his eyes full of sadness.

What a heart-wrenching pain for a father to be ignored by his children.

"Grandpa Zhang, where is my mother?"

At this time, Yun Feng did not have any hope for Yun Hua, but asked directly to the amiable Grandpa Zhang in his impression.

Yunhua kept giving Zhang Yuanhua a look and asked the latter not to say it.

But Zhang Yuanhua didn't understand why he had to hide from Yun Feng even where Su Yao was buried, so he chose to ignore Yun Hua and directly told Yun Feng the geographical location.

After Yun Feng thanked him, he went out.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing here?" Yun Hua looked helpless.

"What's so bad about this?" Zhang Yuanhua asked rhetorically.

"Alas...... You don't understand. Yunhua shook his head and sat down with a sad face.

"I don't understand, my loess is almost buried to my neck, and I have walked more bridges than you have crossed, you come and tell me, what do I not understand?"

Zhang Yuanhua looked straight at Yunhua, the sharp light in his eyes was a little scrutinized.

Yunhua just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

......

Back in the mountains, a piece of tranquility.

On the way to the back mountain, there is a sheep farm trail, and the end of that road is Yun Feng's destination today.

There, buried his mother.

The mother who couldn't see him grow up.

At the end, Yun Feng's heart was extremely solemn, and he exhaled slowly, first looking around.

It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the sun does not shine here, and the streams are surrounded by pure flow, so it looks quite eerie, but in this gloom, there seems to be an indescribable strange feeling.

It seems that there is something in the dark that hangs over this world.

After entering, even the flow of spiritual power slowed down, like lead casting.

Yun Feng's mood was extremely solemn, he was about to lose his breath, and he didn't know how much courage he mustered before he dared to look up at the central area.

There, there was only a lone tombstone, and under that tombstone, his mother was buried.

In an instant, Yun Feng's tears welled up, and he smiled lightly, but this smile was more ugly than crying.

"Mother. ”

Yun Feng walked over with heavy steps.

With each step, there were more tears on his face until he burst into tears.

thump

Looking at the cold tombstone in front of him, Yun Feng knelt down.

"Mother. ”

He wept like a child abandoned by the world.

The forbearance just now all burst out at this time.

The young body twitched, and it was a little lonely in the cold wind.

Strangely enough, near this tombstone, there is a bare land, there is no grass, and the surrounding mountains are not a little green, as if the plants of the world cannot survive here.

And this mountain range, and want some kind of formation to seal here.

All this, the grief-stricken Yun Feng had no time to take care of it.

The dark eyes filled with tears reflected the cold words on the tombstone.

"The tomb of my beloved wife Su Yao. ”

"Mother. ”

Yun Feng kept muttering this word unconsciously, as if only in this way could the outright grief in his heart be reduced a little.

But even so, Yun Feng's heart was still very uncomfortable.

Thundered

The sky was clear just now, but now the sky has changed, and it is drizzling.

Tears mixed with rain smashed to the ground.

Yun Feng's fingers stretched forward slightly, and his arm trembled uncontrollably.

After encountering a piece of coldness, Yun Feng subconsciously shrank back.

Then it slowly moved forward.

That timidity, that caution.

The moment he touched the tombstone, Yun Feng was stunned.

The brain went blank, and at this moment, it seemed that even breathing stopped for a while.

"Mother, the child has come to see you. ”

Yun Feng roared loudly, desperately hugging the tombstone, and crying.

Echoing on all sides, unusually bleak.

The cold touch in the bosom was cold to the bones and painful.

Thirteen years of longing, thirteen years of grief, all burst out at this moment.

The tears burst the embankment, and it was a little more ferocious than the downpour.

In the middle of the night, as long as I think of my mother's voice and smile, after dawn, the pillow towels are soaked.

No one knows how he spent the past thirteen years, and in the first few Chinese New Year's Eve, he was not sleepy at all.

After crying enough, he slowly loosened the tombstone.

His body shook uncontrollably and sobbed.

Yun Feng's whole body with red eyes had been soaked by the rain, and he still looked at the tombstone blankly as if he didn't feel anything.

"Mother, don't worry, the child will not let go of any of your murderers, a thousand times a hundred, and the child will also want them to repay. ”

Yun Feng said, and a fierce light flashed in his empty eyes.

The palm of the hand on his side was clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed.

Take a few steps back and kowtow three times.

He took a deep look at the tombstone and got up.

"Mother, the child will go first. ”

Three steps and one turn turned around.

At this time, the dark clouds were broken by the morning sun, shooting the first rays of sunlight, and then, with the power of destroying the withering and pulling skill, the golden sunlight sprinkled the earth.

After walking for a long time, Yun Feng felt the warmth, was stunned, looked up at the sky, and smiled softly, this smile was a little more warm.

It felt like being touched by my mother's hand.

Looking back, his eyes stared, looking behind him.

On the tombstone, the word Su Yao reflected the golden light.

Yun Feng took a deep breath and walked away.