Zhang Zhuang sat in front of Xia Hong's tomb. In front of him was a pile of burning yellow paper. He casually threw another pile of yellow paper into the fire. The fire immediately started. A gust of wind blew, and the fire started to burn.
The glowing red ashes rolled up and flew back and forth in the air.
Xiao Dongsheng is dead, Sun Dama Bang is also dead, and the murderers who once persecuted this unfortunate woman followed her one by one. But Zhang Zhuang did not feel a trace of relief or relief, his eyes stared blankly
The fire gradually turned dark red, and his face became heavy.
He has been sitting here for almost a whole morning. Originally, he had a lot to say to Xia Hong underground, but when he came here, he couldn't say anything. He just kept burning the yellow paper. Every time
Every time he came to Xia Hong's grave, he wanted to cry loudly, but every time the tears just rolled in his eyes and did not flow out. These days, Zhang Zhuang's thin face seemed to look even thinner.
, the slender eyes also became wider and wider. He sighed, stood up gently, walked forward, and stroked the photo of Xia Hong inlaid on the tombstone. Xia Hong smiled so sweetly.
, so pure. He slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the white marble tombstone, bit by bit, with a focused expression like a saint. He wiped the small tombstone carefully.
I wiped my hands for more than an hour before I stopped.
At this time, he noticed that a few tall weeds had stubbornly emerged from the only bit of soil in the cement gap, swaying in the breeze. Zhang Zhuang wanted to pull out these weeds.
But as soon as her hand reached it, she let go again. Xia Hong was too lonely. Maybe these few grasses were the only companions to accompany her. Looking back at that time, she was at a loss. For some reason, Zhang Zhuang suddenly remembered this poem full of sadness.
Come on, if time could go back, would he give up on her?
Xiucai and Tang Feng stood far behind, looking at Zhang Zhuang's lonely figure. They knew his current mood. The third brother was too tired, and his heart was tired!
Zhang Zhuang finally turned around and walked slowly towards the gate of the cemetery. When he walked to the small house of the cemetery guard, he thought for a while and walked in. The guard was preparing to have lunch.
A bowl of steaming noodles, when I suddenly saw this young man with a gray complexion barging in, I couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhang Zhuang didn't say much. He took a shabby chair and sat down. At the same time, he nodded to the old man who looked to be in his sixties and told him to leave him alone.
The old man sighed, said nothing more, and started eating. He had been a caretaker of this cemetery since he was young, and had seen enough things about life and death. He knew this without asking.
He is a sad person.
The old man ate very slowly. He ate a small bowl of noodles for more than half an hour. After eating, he burped, and his red face looked particularly satisfied. Zhang Zhuang saw that there was something on the old man's table.
He picked up a few rough-edged Yi books and flipped to a random page to read.
"That's not what you should see." The old man looked at him quietly and suddenly said. Seeing Zhang Zhuang's confusion, he continued to explain: "These things are too mysterious and not suitable for you young people to see."
Zhang Zhuangyang raised the book in his hand and asked, "Then what do you think?"
The old man smiled and said nothing.
The more this happened, the more curious Zhang Zhuang became. He found this old man interesting and asked, "Isn't this just a fortune-telling book? I don't see anything mysterious about it."
"No, the Book of Changes actually connects the heaven and the earth. It is not just as simple as fortune telling. It contains the laws of the world and all things, and the life and death of all things are contained in it." The old man said simply.
"Oh, that's it. Can the old gentleman take a look at it for me?" Zhang Zhuang asked with growing interest.
The old man didn't say anything. He looked at Zhang Zhuang carefully and then said slowly: "So what if you look at it, so what if you don't look at it? It's all the same. What you can't let go of will never let go. It only adds to your worries. Okay, I
I'm going to go for a walk in the garden." After saying that, he stood up and walked out.
Zhang Zhuang was stunned, got up and chased after him, putting a roll of banknotes into the old man's hand. The old man stopped and looked back at him.
"Please, old man, take more care of my wife's tomb, which is Xia Hong's. Thank you." Zhang Zhuang bent down and begged.
The old man nodded and walked inside.
After returning from the cemetery, Zhang Zhuang just walked into his office and saw Damaya already waiting there.
As soon as Damaya saw Zhang Zhuang, he smiled to himself, then rubbed his hands back and forth, as if he wanted to give up.
"If anything happens, second brother, just tell me." Zhang Zhuang looked at Damaya in surprise, knowing that he was not like this usually.
"Then, let me tell you, Third Brother, I want to tell you that I want to wash my hands." Damaya finally said.
"Ah." Zhang Zhuang nodded first, then understood what Damaya meant, and immediately asked: "What? Second brother, what did you say?"
"I want to quit the company and live a normal life with Lili somewhere else." Damaya's speech began to become clearer.
"Exit the company?"
"Yes, third child, I have promised Lili that I will let her live a normal life, and I have also thought about it for a long time. I am not suitable to hang out on the road, and I don't want to continue to hang out on the road. Really
." Damaya said with a serious face.
"Just because of that singing actor? You have to leave, right?" Zhang Zhuang said.
Damaya nodded and said: "It's only now that I know what I really want. That is a family, a person I love, and a normal life. And Lili has agreed
I'm married, we're getting married, and I don't want my child to be without a father in the future." At this point, he fell silent. If you mess around on the street, you will have to pay a price sooner or later, Damaya is right.
Zhang Zhuang slowly sat down, lit a cigarette, looked at Dam Ya and stopped talking.
After a while, he asked: "Have you told your eldest brother?"
Damaya shook his head.
"Can't we leave?" Zhang Zhuang asked.
"No. There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. It is my blessing to know you, eldest brother and fourth child! Really." Damaya started to get excited. "In the past few years with my brother, I feel that I have not
It's a waste of time, if there is another life, I would still like to be brothers with you!" Damaya's eyes were wet, and he turned around and wiped his tears secretly.
Zhang Zhuang stood up, stepped forward and hugged Damaya.
"When are you leaving? Brothers are here to see you off." He choked and said.