Yang Yanlang, who had an angry look on his face, naturally didn't know what the young man thought, and pointed at the young man and said angrily: "My sister-in-law died of illness, and as a son of man, you don't have to erect an inscription, why can't you afford a grave?"

The general's words also made the young man stop the cranky thoughts in his heart and breathe a sigh of relief.

Today's intelligence is the result of the accumulation of young people's experience over the years, and this kind of intelligence is different from natural intelligence, and it is accompanied by disadvantages.

As the saying goes, being smart is mistaken by being smart, that is, saying that smart people are accustomed to thinking too much, so they have experienced more cunning in later generations, and how suspicious they are in the young man's nature.

Seeing that the young man did not answer, the general thought that he had nothing to refute, and said angrily: "Unfilial!

The young man came to his senses and learned the cause of the general's anger, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared, and he quickly explained: "Uncle doesn't know, the little nephew also has a hard time doing this. ”

Seeing Zhong Ming's answer, the general stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the young man, his eyes have a lot of implication that you can't explain well, and I will not spare you.

"Uncle didn't know that four years ago, when the border was in turmoil, many corpse eaters poured out, stealing corpses to fill their stomachs, and the corpses of many people in the village were stolen by those people, and only white bones were left to eat, and even the whole corpse could not be left. ”

The young man touched the stones in front of him, and pretended to cry and said: "The reason why I chose my mother's grave here is that I don't dare to erect an inscription on the grave, and I can only mark it with chaotic rune stones, precisely because of this. Only by hiding from the world and wronging my mother's future can I save my body!"

It seems that the young man is in tears, but in fact it is his small means, facing a grave, saying that the young man will cry is actually unable to do it.

Yang Yanlang saw that Zhong Ming's words were sensational, and his eyes were much softer, and he couldn't bear it.

"Hurry up, nephew, it's your uncle who blames you. ”

Yang Yanlang hurriedly helped Zhong Ming up, and the young man seemed to be wiping his cuffs and wiping his tears, but he was actually peeking at the general's face.

The ability to read words and emotions The young man has long been trained to perfection, knowing that the general attaches great importance to affection and righteousness, the young man will also show him a play.

The future is long, and it is a trick for young people to use a little trick, but this is a good way to do what they like and promote the relationship between the two.

In later generations, there were many miscellaneous books, and young people did not read less, and they knew the skills of communicating with others.

After helping the young man up, the general shook his head again and again and sighed: "Hey! It's all because this world is too chaotic, not only for your nephew, but also for your sister-in-law." ”

Perhaps the general remembered the sad past, and the melancholy in his eyes became more and more intense, and he stared at the stone for a long time.

Zhong Ming saw that the general was stunned, and he didn't bother until the sun set in the west and the sky gradually darkened, and the young man couldn't help but say: "Uncle, it's not too early, it's better for us to worship first, and when the sky gets dark, the mountain road is not easy to walk." ”

The general suddenly came back to his senses and said, "It's okay, you can start preparing." ”

So Zhong Ming took out the dishes in the food box, all meat and vegetables, as well as melons and fruits, at such times, ordinary people can't even eat enough, so they are considered luxuriant.

Then Zhong Ming took out the incense candle and lit it with flint, and scattered a large amount of paper money in his hand.

Yellow paper money fluttered in the air, fluttering in the evening breeze.

The young man is meticulous in his worship, and if he even fools the ghosts, it will be too unreasonable.

After kowtowing three times in succession, the young man said in a deep voice: "Mother, Ming'er has come to see you." ”

Originally, the young man had no feelings, but when he shouted the words "mother", his heart was tugging, and he didn't know if it was the original body memory, and he burst into tears in an instant.

In my memory, Zhong Ming's mother is a very gentle woman, smiling like a flower, soft-spoken, not only proficient in embroidery, but also dabbling in poetry and rhythm.

In the mud village, Zhong Ming's mother is known as the most virtuous and beautiful woman, and everyone praises Zhong Feng for being blessed to be such a good woman as a mother-in-law.

When Zhong Ming was still young, the war had not completely affected the village, and life in the village was stable.

The mother will teach Zhong Ming to read and write when she has nothing to do, and teach other children by the way, so the village also gave the mother the title of "Zhong Xiuniang".

is such a gentle and good person, but he did not survive the torture of war and disease, and died young.

It's a pity that a song is paid to dusk.

Thinking of this, the tears in the young man's eyes became even hotter, and his heart panicked.

"Mother, don't worry, the child is living a good life, he can eat enough every day, save money, and no longer have to worry about being hungry. Today, I still know Uncle Yang, and with my uncle taking care of me in the future, I will definitely live a better life......"

At this point, the young man couldn't help but say: "Don't worry about your mother, you also want to live comfortably over there, if you have leisure, help the child find his father, and bless the child to meet his father as soon as possible." ”

The hill was silent, and only the young man's chatter was left.

The white smoke from the incense candles and the yellow paper flying, and the young man kneeling in front of the stone looked particularly desolate.

The evening breeze blew on the young man's cheeks, not cold but slightly warm.

In a trance, the young man thought that his mother's hand was caressing his cheek.

At this moment, the tears in the young man's eyes could no longer hold back, and turned into hot tears and fell.

Yang Yanlang was silent, but the young man was lying on the ground, crying silently.

After a heavy sigh, the general lifted the hem of his robe, knelt down on one knee and said: "Sister-in-law, junior brother Yang Yanlang, is the sworn brother of the second brother, and he will return to his hometown on behalf of his brother, although the second brother cannot return to his hometown now, but the younger brother will take care of Zhong Ming's nephew and treat him as his own, please rest assured!"

This worship, the general is like a mountain with his back, one worships his sister-in-law, and the second bows an oath.

After the general finished worshipping, he helped Zhong Ming, who was still crying, and said softly: "Nephew, the boy doesn't flick when he has tears, you look like this in front of the grave, how can your sister-in-law rest assured." ”

After two snorts, the young man also got up and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

At this time, Zhong Ming's heart was actually quite puzzled, and he didn't want to cry bitterly, but he couldn't stop his tears.

The parents of the body's hair and skin, that Zhen Zhongming died of illness, but the body still remembers the previous habits, and when it comes to the biological mother, I can't hold back the tears.

The young man wiped away his tears and looked up.

It was not early, there was only a little light left in the twilight, and night had fallen.

The breeze grew colder, and the young man shivered, and the groves in the distance became strange and terrifying.

Packing up the food box package, Zhong Ming felt a little furious in his heart, so he said: "Uncle, since the worship is over, let's leave, it's not early." ”

"It's fine. ”

The general agreed casually, but he didn't take it to heart, he was frowning and thinking, when he could find a good tomb for his sister-in-law, it would be bad to be buried in this barren mountain and wilderness.

The uncle and nephew walked back silently, but before they had taken two steps, the young man suddenly heard someone singing.

"Barren Mountain Gang, there is a mother, wearing white clothes, will float, hold a stone box, look for a son......"

The singing voice went from far to near, and the young people heard it clearly, and instantly felt a chill behind their backs, and their hair was cold.

It's the beginning of night now, and who will run to the barren hill without anything, and sing the poetry that only a madman can read.

Yang Yanlang also suddenly woke up and came back to his senses, looked at the poetry office and shouted: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost!"

From a distance, there was a dark shadow on the side of the road when they came, and he bent his waist and shouted at Zhong Ming: "White Lady!

Yang Yanlang was not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he was a little angry in his heart, so he asked: "This official is the captain of Zhiguo in the border area, who are you?"

But the man didn't answer, and began to sing again: "General, down-and-out, looking for nephews, looking for ancestral halls, no will, cold buttocks!"

Yang Yanlang didn't hear who the person was, but Zhong Ming did, isn't this a madman wandering between various villages?

How could this madman be here, with such strange poetry in his mouth?

The lyrics are obviously slanderous words of the general, the madman has never seen Yang Yanlang, where did this lyric come from?

"Bold thief, too rampant!"

Before the young man could figure it out, Yang Yanlang shouted angrily and chased after him, and the young man felt that there was something strange in it, and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle, slow down!"

"Wait for me here, and wait for me to catch that thief!

Yang Yanlang couldn't bear such insults, so he left a word of advice and chased forward.

The madman didn't know why his feet were so fast, and heroes like the general couldn't catch up with him for a while, and the madman kept shouting: "General, your ass is cold! General, your ass is cold!"

As the madman's shouts faded away, the young man could no longer hear clearly, and the figures of the two disappeared into the night.

With a snort, the young man slapped the back of his hand again and again, and muttered: "Uncle Yang is too anxious, he just can't listen to others say bad things about him, and he doesn't wait for me to tell him!"

With the general's various performances today, Zhong Ming can also guess why he was removed from the title of the three god generals, probably because Yang Yanlang is too upright and always happy and angry.

Yang Yanlang must have no problem being a general who charges into battle during the war, but when the river is stable, he will definitely not be a big official in the city.

Speaking in detail, the general is only twenty-six years old, three years younger than Zhong Ming's real age, although his mind is mature, but his experience is not sophisticated.

How can a soldier who has been killed on the battlefield for more than ten years be deeper than a later generation who has been in the antique market.

In terms of scheming, Zhong Ming is more than a step above Yang Yanlang in terms of scheming.

At this point, the young man looked around and felt more and more cold, and stood in place with his hands folded.

Only Zhong Ming was left alone, and he didn't dare to walk around, for fear that Yang Yanlang would not be able to find him when he came back, and he would be in a hurry.

From time to time, the sound of cooing night owls sounded around, and with each cry, the young man's heart trembled, and the scenes of various horror movies in his previous life couldn't help but appear in his mind.

While the young man was waiting anxiously, an evil wind suddenly rose behind him, and the wind blew the sprouting grass to the ground.

Zhong Ming's heart trembled, and he immediately grabbed the mahogany folding knife in his arms, and suddenly turned around and looked back.

I saw that the incense candles that had been extinguished in front of my mother's grave not far away sparked again, turning into a strange blue color.

A soft white light lit up in the dark night, and a woman dressed in white, with her feet on the ground, and a stone box in her hand, floated out from behind the stone.

The folding knife in the young man's hand was pulled out with a clang, and the blade engraved with strange words flashed in the firelight.

If you look closely, you can see that the young man's legs are trembling, and he exclaims angrily: "Who are you?"