The cold and hot complaints lingered and echoed in the mountain breeze, like crying and complaining.
He always blamed himself, thinking that he had killed Xiaoya. If he hadn't taken her away from here, she wouldn't have met Wentian and wouldn't have died...
Crack!
A stone as big as a goose egg shattered in Leng Yan's palm, then turned into powder, and slipped down from his palm and fingers. He spread his hands, and blood marks appeared in the palm of his palm, but he didn't realize it at all, because it was relative to
The self-blame in my heart is nothing.
After the flames in front of Xiaoya's grave were burned, Leng Yan returned to the monkey's grave and took out two bottles of Erguotou from his military backpack, as well as a roast duck covered with film and a stack of peanuts.
Unscrew the Erguotou, he took a sip first, which was as spicy as a knife, but Leng Yan smiled, "Monkey, brother is here to drink with you." Leng Yan said as he turned the bottle upside down and let the crystal wine spill on the grave.
On the former land.
"Do you remember the days when we drank with Zhou Zhou? At that time, we were poor and had only a passionate heart and a sincere heart. That was the happiest day in my life... But Zhou Zhou left nine years ago
, You left six years ago... Sometimes I really hope that the one who died was me, so I don't have to carry so many things..."
Leng Yan took a sip and poured it into pieces. The two bottles of Erguotou were quickly exhausted. He took out two more bottles from his military backpack, and didn't know how many bottles he drank. Finally, he lay drunk in front of the monkey grave.
Tears slipped down at the corners of my eyes, but men didn’t let their tears easily, because they had not arrived at the sad place!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... you tried your best to save me, but I didn't take good care of Xiaoya..."
He murmursed and whispered, and he slept against the monkey's tombstone.
The mountain wind is getting stronger, like crying and complaining, and the stars are shining, brightening the brown-red handwriting on the tombstone, and writing five words to the tomb of Hou Dezhi. The monkey is Hou Dezhi.
In the starlight, the three words Hou Dezhi flashed with a dark light, as if paying attention to the Leng Yan in front of him and savoring the pain and Chu in his heart.
Although I slept in the wilderness that night, Leng Yan slept very steadily, because my brother was by his side. I slept until noon the next day. The bright and dazzling sunshine spread on his face before
He woke up.
He turned over and sat up. He looked around with conditioned reflexes and found himself lying in front of the monkey grave. He smiled slightly and said, "Monkey, in addition to seeing you this time, I have another thing to tell you, I have a friend.
A girlfriend, different from those before, is a real girlfriend. Her name is Luo Ning. I wish me blessings. When the time is right, I will take her to see you..."
"By the way, I brought a bottle of good wine this time, which is the wine king, but I won't give it to you today. When I came to see you with Luo Ning, we had a big drink together..."
Leng Yan stared at the tombstone and seemed to see the monkey's face appearing on it. He was staring at him with his ears and head scratching his head, and said with a smile: "Don't stare, it's useless to stare. If you don't give me, don't give me. Just wait obediently,
Don’t think it’s great to save my life. I’m not grateful at all. By the way, I’m going to get rid of the scars on my body. The bumpy ones are not good at all, which affects my overall image..."
After talking nonsense, Leng Yan got up, came to Xiaoya's grave, and said, "Xiaoya, Brother Yan is leaving, I'll see you later. Do you have anything to do if Brother Yan brings you?
What, I want to meet my sister-in-law, no problem..."