Lu Sheng said: "Although these are buttonholes on military boots, the workmanship is a bit rough. They may not be regular soldiers."
"Mercenaries?"
"It's possible."
"Master lived alone in his later years. Except for me and Luo Xi, no one else came here at all. He would not offend anyone, especially people related to the army."
Lu Sheng raised his head and looked at him, as if he had some understanding in his eyes, "Are you sure you don't know who Uncle Qin has provoked?"
Lin Ziheng glanced at Luo Xi who was standing outside the door, and asked after a while: "What's your inference?"
"My conclusion is the same as yours." Lu Sheng stood up, "Uncle Qin died unjustly. He didn't have what he wanted in his hands."
He only said "him", but he believed that Lin Ziheng knew who this "him" really was.
"If you don't want to see this kind of evil happen again, I hope you can do something to the best of your ability instead of covering up and seeking selfishness."
Lin Ziheng said nothing and looked at Luo Xi again. She was standing at the window with her longevity noodles in her arms, staring at the persimmon tree outside in trance, leaving him with a heartbroken profile.
Qin Pei's death had a great impact on her, and she might not be able to get over her grief in a short time. He really wanted to do something for her, even if he just stayed with her quietly, even if he didn't say a word,
But she has Lu Sheng, and she doesn't need him at all.
Not many people attended Qin Pei's funeral. He was a widower and quiet man all his life. Most of the friends he made when he was young were lost in middle age.
The winter in City A is neither long nor short. After the Spring Festival, it is the beginning of spring, but there is always a lingering chill in the air. Coupled with the light snow before, the snow is not cold but the snow is cold.
Stepping on the semi-wet ground, the chill seemed to seep in from the soles of my feet.
Qin Pei was smiling on the tombstone. Until the moment of death, he was still fearless. In his heart, that was the reunion with Mo Shuixin.
There were bouquets of flowers piled in front of the tombstone, and the last ones to present flowers were Xiao Chen and Tangxin.
Tangxin was still young and did not understand the true meaning of death. She innocently asked Feichen, "Brother, can we still play with grandpa in the future?"
Feichen held his sister's hand and looked at the kind face in front of him. Two lines of hot tears rolled out of his big eyes. When his biological mother passed away, he was not so sad, just because his mother had been tortured by illness for many years and had no chance of living.
Kelian, death is a kind of relief, but Qin Pei is different. This old naughty grandfather is his mother's relative, their relative. He passed away. The most sad person is his mother. He doesn't want his grandfather to die, let alone his mother.
sad.
"Grandpa is asleep. He needs to sleep for a long time, just like hibernation."
Tangxin seemed to have some realization, "Grandpa will wake up in the spring, right?"
"right."
Feichen led his sister away from the tombstone and strode towards Lu Sheng and Luo Xi.
Luo Xi buried her face in Lu Sheng's shoulder. Her shoulders, which were shaking from crying, looked even weaker under the black coat. Lu Sheng held her gently and whispered comfort.
"Mom." Feichen took her hand and shook it gently.
When Tangxin saw Luo Xi crying, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she burst into tears.
Lu Sheng hurriedly leaned down and picked her up, "Tangxin, what's wrong?"
"Mom is crying, and Tangxin wants to cry too." As she spoke, tears fell down in big drops.
Luo Xi hurriedly stopped crying and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Okay, okay, Tangxin, mommy doesn't cry anymore. Look, mommy really doesn't cry anymore."
She tried her best to smile, but there was still water in her eyes.
Tangxin sobbed and stretched out her little hand, "Mom, hug me."
Luo Xi took her into his arms and let her lie on his shoulders, "Tangxin, didn't you say you shouldn't cry casually?"
The little guy didn't speak, his soft little body clung to hers, his chin rested on her shoulder, and his big eyes were stained with tears, looking pitiful.
Luo Xi cast an apologetic look at Lu Sheng. In front of the child, she had tried very hard to endure it, but in the end she couldn't.
Lu Sheng shook his head at her and said, "Let's go."
Mother Lu and Lin Ziheng were also there, as well as two of Qin Pei's former comrades. After everyone paid their respects, they descended the mountain one after another.
Not far away, suddenly a group of people came up from the bottom of the mountain, all dressed in black. The man walking in the front was about the same age as Qin Pei. He was surrounded by people, and he looked like he had a high official rank.
Seeing this person, the crowd going down the mountain suddenly stopped.
Lin Ziheng was stunned for two seconds before saying: "Uncle."
Cui Dingtian walked to Qin Pei's tombstone, took the bouquet from the guard, arranged it, and bowed three times very respectfully.
"Old squad leader, have a good trip."
No one expected Cui Dingtian to come. Lu Sheng looked at him walking towards him and said "Mr. Cui".
Cui Dingtian nodded slightly and said, "My condolences."
Tangxin turned her head from Luo Xi's arms and sweetly shouted, "Hello, grandpa."
"Tangxin, do you miss grandpa?" Cui Dingtian held her little hand with sincere affection.
"Think about it."
"When are you going to grandpa's house to eat delicious food?"
The little guy looked at Lu Sheng, who said, "Mr. Cui is busy with everything, so how dare you disturb him casually? It's windy on the mountain, so let's go down the mountain to talk."
When everyone left, only Lu Sheng and Cui Dingtian were left behind.
The road on the mountain was wet and slippery, and Cui Dingtian was careful every step he took. "When people get old, they become useless. Now I just want to retire quickly and find a quiet place to enjoy my old age."
"If Mr. Cui really thinks so, that would be for the best."
Cui Dingtian squinted his eyes, hiding the sharpness in his starry eyes, "Lu Sheng, has your RNA had an attack recently?"
"I had an attack not long ago and almost lost my life."
"How are you finding the antidote?"
Lu Sheng smiled half-heartedly, "I will return these words to Mr. Cui intact."
Cui Dingtian looked slightly cold, "I am concerned about your body, what is your attitude?"
The mountain wind blew past him, bringing a damp and cold breath. Lu Sheng looked at the white tombstone in the distance, "No matter who he is, he will have a place here in the future. No amount of power and money can compete with death. Cui
Old man, you are here today to visit your former comrade. I admire your courage very much. Standing in front of his tombstone, I wonder if there is a trace of regret in your heart. If so, then it is not in vain.
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"Lu Sheng, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is very clear." The corners of the seemingly cold mouth raised a charming arc, "Don't tell me that Uncle Qin's death has nothing to do with you."
"Nonsense, Qin Pei is my old squad leader and a good comrade-in-arms. I have no grudges against him, so why should I harm him?"
Cui Dingtian's eyes widened and he stared at Lu Sheng fiercely, wishing he could poke holes in his body to relieve his anger.
Lu Sheng did not comment, looked at the gray sky from a distance, and slowly uttered a few words, "Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by death."
"You..." Cui Ding stomped his feet, but Lu Sheng had already strode away.
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