"Okay, let's eat first, and then we'll discuss what to do next," Uncle Hero said.
Luo Hui and Zhao Qiyang nodded.
After eating, Luo Hui said: "The last time Luo Yao came to Longjiang, my dagger could have kept Luo Yao in bed for at least several days. And at this time, he should be either in the hospital or in the hospital.
There are professional doctors at my own home for treatment. According to Luo Yao's temperament, it is more likely that he will be treated at his home."
Uncle Hero hummed and asked, "When are you going to Luo's house?"
Luo Hui smiled faintly and said: "No rush, let's go tomorrow night. I'm going to see two people tomorrow. I haven't seen them for many years. In fact, I can't remember their appearance clearly now. I hope there are still two people there.
There are pictures of them.”
When Luo Hui was talking, Uncle Yingxiong and Zhao Qiyang sighed and said, "It's time to go and have a look. I haven't seen Brother Changsheng and Sister-in-law for a long time. Let's go together tomorrow."
Luo Hui nodded, and the three of them had a good night's rest without saying anything else.
Early the next morning, Luo Hui bought a bottle of Erguotou and a bouquet of bright red carnations. The former was Luo Changsheng's favorite wine during his lifetime, and the latter was Luo Hui's mother. The woman named Kangxin liked it the most.
of a flower.
But when Luo Hui was about to leave, he suddenly felt hesitant and scared, and even wanted to slap himself a few times.
Where are his parents buried?
As a son, he didn’t even know about such a thing!
On the rainy night when he left Seoul, his parents were already dead, but he had no idea where they were buried. He hadn't seen or thought about them in all these years, but he had never inquired.
I am actually an unfilial son!
Luo Hui thought to himself, feeling very guilty and ashamed. What he cared about most was his relatives and friends, but now he felt that the people he had been most sorry for over the past twenty years were still his relatives and friends.
And those two men and women buried in the loess will probably make Luo Hui uneasy for the rest of his life.
Uncle Hero came over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't feel guilty, they don't blame you."
Luo Hui took a deep breath and said, "But I blame myself."
Uncle Hero gave a wry smile and said, "When you see me, just kowtow a few times, and they will forgive you even if they are weird. The son is the thorn in the side of the parents, and no parent would really blame their son."
Luo Hui nodded, and Uncle Hero drove them to a cemetery.
When he arrived at the cemetery, Luo Hui felt even more uncomfortable when he looked at this very ordinary cemetery. He slowly followed Uncle Hero and finally stopped in front of two tombstones next to each other.
There is a photo affixed to both tombstones. The middle-aged man on the left has a resolute face and sharp eyes like an eagle. The woman on the right has a gentle and dignified smile, but that photo has been damaged by the wind for more than ten years.
Some of them turned white and yellow in the rain.
There was a "pop" sound.
Luo Hui didn't say anything but knelt down heavily. Although he didn't remember very clearly what his parents looked like, when he saw those two photos, the childhood scenes came to him like a frenzy.
Luo Hui knelt on the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly. There was no heartbreaking cry, but the moment he raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his lips moved and said: "Dad, Mom, son, look
You are here!"
As he spoke, Luo Hui lowered his head again and kowtowed heavily.
Uncle Hero sighed and looked far away. There was also a small tomb on the top of a mountain far away. His father was buried in it, but he hadn't seen it for a long time.
Seeing Luo Hui like this now, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart.
After winking at Zhao Qiyang, the two of them left, leaving only Luo Hui here alone.
Luo Hui picked up the bottle of Erguotou, took out two cups, placed one in front of the tombstone and filled it up, and then filled himself up as well.
"Dad, many people say that being able to drink with me is a very happy thing. When I was young, you would have swollen my little butt if I drank, haha... But now that I have grown up,
And I have a good drinking capacity, come on...Dad...cheers."
As he said this, Luo Hui sprinkled the glass of wine in front of the tombstone on the grave. He drank it all in one gulp. The wine was so strong that Luo Hui couldn't help but exhale and said with a smile: "Dad, this wine
It’s really strong, but we grown-ups should drink this kind of wine.”
As he said that, Luo Hui looked at the tombstone on the right and said with a soft smile: "Mom, don't be angry. I'll have a few drinks with Dad. We'll be down there later. Don't blame Dad."
Luo Hui was talking to himself in front of the tombstone, with a hint of naughtiness in his tone, like a child acting coquettishly in front of his parents.
This hot-blooded man who had always been a man of iron bones finally took off all pretense in front of his parents.
In fact, everyone is fragile, but after being wrapped up in layers of disguises, many people can make people think that this powerful one is difficult to defeat. If these disguises are taken off, in fact, no matter what level the superiors are, they will ultimately be the same as those ordinary people.
People are all the same, and everyone eats whole grains. When they come out of the mother's womb, don't they have to be patted on the butt before they cry?
Luo Hui was talking in front of the grave. He didn't want to think about whether Quanxia Youzhi could hear what he said, but he hadn't said it in so many years, so why not let him say it once?
But not long after, a group of people walked up from the foot of the cemetery. The leader of this group was an old man in his sixties, followed by twenty-five or six tall men in black suits, who were obviously top-notch bodyguards.
Uncle Hero and Zhao Qiyang were smoking cigarettes. When they saw the people coming up from the mountain, their eyes changed. Especially when Uncle Hero looked at the old man at the front, there was even more fear in his eyes. Zhao Qiyang's face
It's not much better either.
"It came very quickly!" Uncle Hero said coldly, and the fear in his eyes was immediately covered up, and he said to Zhao Qiyang: "Go and talk to Luo Hui."
Zhao Qiyang nodded and walked towards Luo Hui. When Luo Hui heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up. He looked at the two tombs and said with a smile: "Mom, Dad, someone is coming to disturb our family. I'll go and get them first."
Drive away."
After saying that, Luo Hui stood up, patted his body and walked towards the more than 20 people who were going up the mountain with a smile. Standing next to Uncle Hero, Luo Hui said: "Uncle Hero, Bai Xingdong is your instructor, but
Today I want to cut off his head."
Uncle Hero revealed a cold smile and said, "Don't forget to give me his head to sit on when the time comes."
A gust of sinister wind blew by, and it seemed that the conversation between the two men made it even more sinister and terrifying!