It's just God's fault. Over the years, Zhao Changyuan has suffered too many hardships. He has parents, but he rarely has children. He has children, but he cannot love them. He has a lovely wife...
..But in the end, Yin and Yang are separated. No one can bear such torture.
Thinking of this, Huzi drooped his head and sighed.
"Silly boy, he sighs at such a young age, just like an old man." The evil young man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Although it was very soft, it frightened him.
"Hey, Second Young Master, why didn't you make any movement when you came down? I was shocked!" He complained in a choked voice.
The evil young man couldn't help but laugh: "You little coward, how could you not be afraid when you were here alone just now?"
Huzi calmed down and said, "To say I'm not afraid at all would be bragging. But when I think of what the young lady was like when she was alive, I'm not so afraid anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a strange smile on the evil young man's face.
He couldn't help asking: "Second Young Master, why are you laughing?"
The evil young man pointed to the lonely grave in the distance and asked, "Have you never thought that maybe the person buried underneath is not your young mistress at all?"
"Ah? What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I still want to hold on to a glimmer of hope. Not only do I think so, but even my wife also has this idea."
After hearing this, Huzi shook his head and said a little discouraged: "But everyone said that if the young mistress was still alive, she would have come back a long time ago. How could she let the young master go... The young master is already like this."
Speaking of this, both of them cast their eyes towards the sculpture-like back. That person's future and youth seemed to have stopped here and now, just like the person buried underground, they were just like this place.
Leaves fall like fallen leaves, with no chance of coming back.
The evil young man stopped talking and sat leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky. The sun shone through the branches and leaves onto his neck and shoulders, his eyes, and his skin, but he felt no warmth at all.
He is like this, let alone Zhao Changyuan?
Somehow, a cold voice sounded in my heart, which was what Pan Zhuqing once said in the past - "Good people will be rewarded? Hehe, just listen to this kind of words."
The evil young man smiled bitterly, squinted his eyes, and murmured to the day sky: "Even so, I still choose to believe you. You are asleep and confused, but there will always be a time when you wake up."
Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, it was already evening.
"Why are you here?" Even though He Yong's footsteps were as light as a feather, he was still noticed by the bad boy in time.
Xiao Huzi looked back and found that there was another person behind him. He gave a slight salute and said: "General He."
The evil young man leaned against the tree trunk and replied seemingly casually: "It's okay. I'm here to watch. Nothing can go wrong."
He Yong nodded and said to Mr. Evil, "I'm coming over to take a look. His parents are very anxious if he hasn't been back for so long."
The bad boy nodded.
He Yong asked again: "What did you say?"
The bad boy shook his head: "Probably not." The bad boy is accustomed to the Mingjiao's superior internal skills and mental methods. It can be said that his ears and eyes are sharp, he can see far and hear far. If he says no, it means he really doesn't.
He Yong stood up, faced the direction of Zhao Changyuan, and said to the evil young man: "Let's go over and accompany him. Don't let him sit there alone and get into trouble."
The evil young man nodded, feeling that the problem would not be solved if he continued to spend so much time. He got up and followed He Yong to the direction of Zhao Changyuan.
Zhao Changyuan never made any movement. Looking from behind, only the shoulders rising and falling with his breathing showed that he was still a living creature. The evil young man even doubted for a time whether he had sealed the acupuncture points himself.
It wasn't until they crossed his back and squatted in front of the grave to burn paper money that the evil young man raised his eyelids and inadvertently discovered that Zhao Changyuan was looking at them intently. His expression was dull and his eyes were empty, but he was staring straight at him.
The evil young man continued to burn the paper money and whispered: "You are free to be stupid, and we will worship ours."
Although the evil young man was still calm, He Yong was really nervous, fearing that Zhao Changyuan would be over-stimulated and kill him and the evil young man as sacrifices on the spot. Zhao Changyuan was such a wonderful person, he was usually gentle and gentle, but he could do anything at critical moments.
He Yong couldn't help but glance at Zhao Changyuan's expression, which was still the same as before. He Yong felt relieved a little. He cupped his hands and bowed to the tombstone.
But he forgot that there was an unpredictable and wonderful flower beside him - Mr. Pan.
"It's really boring. People only live for a few decades, but it takes so long to die."
The sudden words from the evil young man scared He Yong half to death. He turned to stare at him and shouted in a low voice: "What are you talking about?" The implication is, don't boil the pot at this time.
Which pot of stimulating white face should I mention?
The abominable young man didn't pay any attention to his warning. He turned his head to look at him and asked seriously: "Hey, tell me, if Gong Yueyue is really looking at us right now, what will she say to us?"
"I said, Second Master, can you please stop talking!" Even with his peripheral vision, He Yong could feel Zhao Changyuan's stiff body shaking slightly.
The evil young man completely ignored the other party's nervousness and still asked loudly: "Will she say that you grown men left me alone as a woman and ignored me, and didn't come down to accompany me?"
He Yong wanted to stuff the paper money in his hand into the evil young man's mouth: "Shut up!"
"I still say, bad boy, don't mess with my husband-in-law if you have nothing to do..." At this point, the playful expression on the bad boy's face gradually faded away, and a layer of sadness appeared on his face, with a trace of mist in his eyes. "Also.
, treat Ruotong well. Otherwise, I will deal with you."
He Yong stopped talking. He seemed to understand the evil young man's intention. When he turned to look at Zhao Changyuan, he found that he was also looking at the evil young man in concentration.
The evil young man forced a bitter smile out of the corner of his mouth, and continued to imitate Gong Yueyue's tone: "Perhaps she will also say, He Yong, I entrusted my husband to you. You are so good at taking care of me. Or maybe, she will still say
explain......"
Having said this, he turned to look at Zhao Changyuan, holding back the sobs that were about to come out of his throat, and said slowly: "Ms. sir, live a good life, educate our children well, and take good care of our parents."
A hint of touch finally flashed across Zhao Changyuan's pale and dull face, and muddy tears filled his dry eyes.
The evil young man struck while the iron was hot and added solemnly: "You like to be together life and death, but have you ever thought about whether this kind of selfish love is really what she wants?"
Seeing this scene, He Yong immediately expressed his support excitedly: "General, what you said is right. We all know how painful you are. But General, you are not even afraid of death, are you afraid of living well for your wife? She wants you to live.
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After a long silence, Zhao Changyuan closed his eyes, as if he had isolated himself from the world again.
The evil young man stood up, patted the dust off his body, looked at Zhao Changyuan with complicated eyes, and walked away. Before leaving, he did not forget to drag away He Yong who was standing there stupidly.
"Really leaving?" He Yong asked worriedly as he followed behind.
The evil young man did not stop, but said in a low voice: "He will be fine for a while, we have more important things to do."
Recalling this, He Yong stopped and brought his thoughts back to reality. His expression was a little hesitant, as if it was difficult to say some words.
Gong Yueyue raised her head with her arms folded. It was already raining with pear blossoms, and her face was full of tears. She blamed herself for her ill-fated fate, causing her beloved to suffer such great pain. But at the same time, she was also glad that she could have such a great life.
The friendship between Bad Shao and He Yong.
She looked at He Yong intently and sincerely thanked him: "It's really hard for you. I really live up to my trust." She still remembered the instructions she gave to He Yong when she parted with Zhao Changyuan in the desert. It seemed that there was really God's will in the dark.
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He Yong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Based on my relationship with the general, these are nothing at all. But that guy from Bad Young Master..."
At this point, he took a deep breath and slowly said: "He has done everything he can and cannot do."
Gong Yueyue calmed down and motioned for him to continue. He pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
"Later, Bad Young Master took me directly to Yuchi Store. Only then did I realize what the important things he was talking about were referring to."
Time and space seemed to have returned to the border of the desert two years ago. He Yong stood next to the bad boy, looking at the sign of "Yuchi Store" in front of him with great confusion. "What did you bring me here for?"
The evil young man was also staring at the big sign at this time, as if muttering to himself, or asking him: "What do you think the big white goose will do first when he regains consciousness?"
He Yong thought for a while and quickly came up with the answer: "Revenge! Let's settle the score with Ang Yue's hoof!"
Before the words were spoken, the evil young man took the lead and stepped through the door.
Ever since Gong Yueyue's incident, this century-old store has been completely controlled by the military and used as a place to detain Ming Cult villains. Naturally, Ang Yue was detained here.
Now the shopkeepers, waiters, and cleaners have all withdrawn from the inn and have been replaced by soldiers from the army taking turns on duty.
When the sergeant on duty saw Mr. Bad and He Yong walking in, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
The evil young man raised his hand, exempting him from the courtesy, and immediately asked: "Where is Ang Yue?"
"In the T-shaped room on the second floor."
"After hearing this, the evil young man nodded slightly and watched as He Yong quickly walked up the stairs.
On the evening of the second day, Zhao Changyuan, dressed in plain clothes, also appeared outside the Yuchi store.
"Master, Master, please think twice!" Tian Hai followed him all the way, persuading him earnestly.
"You brat, can't you just listen to my advice? Killing her is a small matter, but ruining your own reputation is a big deal!" Sixth Aunt also came with her.
Zhao Changyuan never said a word from beginning to end. There was no expression on his face that could show what he was thinking at the moment. There was no anger or hatred between his brows. His whole person was as light as the clothes he was wearing.
Like coarse cloth and white clothes, there is no color, no joy, anger, sorrow, and that thing called "soul". (To be continued)