It's the white-haired man giving the black-haired man a gift again.
He had almost forgotten how he mourned Ye Jingfeng's death more than ten years ago and how painful it was.
All I know is that during those days, he was in a state of confusion and was walking like a zombie. When he heard the soft singing of his baby, miraculously, he called out grandpa with a milky voice, he slowly cheered up.
He cannot fall, he still has people to protect him.
Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian's face and gloomy eyes, and knew that through Ye Yu, Ye Qingtian thought of Ye Jingfeng.
Qingge pursed her lips and remained silent.
The atmosphere is very heavy.
The three of them walked to a nearby pavilion.
A few years ago at night, Qing Ge and Ye Wuhen were in this pavilion, drinking plum wine, talking freely, and holding the wine in the wind. How happy they were.
Several people were lost in memories.
Ye Wuhen is not a person with good fortune, let alone a compassionate person. Back then, he also killed many people. After Ye Zhengxiong died, he became the head of the Ye family and accompanied Ye Qingtian to take care of his family.
Year.
"Grandpa, did my father die in peace at the beginning?" Qing Ge suddenly asked.
Not far away, a maid came with a tray and placed several jars of plum wine on the table in the pavilion.
Plum wine and peach blossom wine are Qingge’s favorite wines.
Nowadays, these two kinds of wine are very expensive to buy in the imperial capital.
As long as a winemaker makes plum wine or peach blossom wine, it will be bought by a wealthy and mysterious person, causing many wine lovers to complain.
Thinking of this, Qingge's lips curled up into a smile.
Ye Qingtian always likes to do childish things, and never thinks that Ye Mansion has too much wine, for fear that she will run out of wine.
In just a few years, there were several wine cellars in the backyard of Ye Mansion. They were filled with wine collected by Ye Qingtian everywhere, and no one else could touch them.
Ye Qingtian regards these wine cellars as treasures.
Mo Xie's father, when Mo Yuntian came to him asking for a drink, Ye Qingtian refused to give it to him, so Mo Yuntian ran to the wine cellar in the dark and windy night, pried open the stone door, and walked into the secret passage, intending to steal it.
Two jars of top-notch wine, but I couldn't stop taking a sip after opening the seal.
The next day, Ye Qingtian's right eyelid twitched. Ye Qingtian went to the wine cellar by accident and saw Mo Yuntian who was very drunk. More than ten jars of good wine were wasted. Ye Qingtian screamed and shouted at Mo Yuntian.
Yuntian woke up with a kick and chased Mo Yuntian for several streets.
As Mo Yuntian ran away, he shouted: "It's just a few broken jars. I'll pay you for it. You don't even honor the brotherhood we have built for so many years. You're such a cruel old man."
Ye Qingtian didn't say anything, and he didn't know where he was holding the hoe, so he chased Mo Yuntian crazily.
This matter has been laughed at by people in the imperial capital for a long time.
When Mo Yuntian returned home in disgrace, he was scolded by his wife Su Ya.
How old are you, yet you still drink alcohol on the sly.
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When Qing Ge found out about this, she also found it funny.
It is said that having an elder in a family is like having a treasure, but it is just like that.
In the pavilion, the maid poured wine for the three of them.
When Ye Qingtian heard Qing Ge's question, he frowned and thought about the past.
He said: "It was cremation, and then the ashes were put into the coffin and buried underground, where they were connected with your mother's grave."
"Cremation?" Qing Ge's eyes flashed slightly and asked, "Can you describe the scene at that time?"
Ye Qingtian glanced at Qingge in confusion, wondering why Qingge would mention this matter.
However, seeing Qingge asking such an earnest question, he thought carefully about what happened back then.
After all, so many years have passed and Ye Qingtian has grown old, so he doesn't remember many things very clearly.
"At that time, your father was wearing armor and your mother was wearing formal clothes. The cremator said that during the cremation, painting the body of the deceased with ancient totems would help to transcend the soul and allow the deceased to be reincarnated as soon as possible. He mentioned this opinion to me, and I also
Agreed." Ye Qingtian said.
He remembered clearly that the bodies of Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong were covered with ancient and mysterious paintings. He also investigated and found that this was indeed the case, and the cremator did not deceive him.
Qingge listened thoughtfully to Ye Qingtian's words.
After a while, Qingge said: "Father, mother's body is covered with totems, what about her face?"
Ye Qingtian thought for a moment and said, "It's all over my face too, covering the whole face."
Qing Ge suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Ye Wuhen looked at Qingge strangely.
Qing Ge shook his head, looked at Ye Qingtian, and asked: "Grandpa, do you know who the cremator was back then."
"What do you want to know?" Ye Qingtian noticed something strange.
Ye Wuhen said: "Grandpa, isn't this to prepare for Xiao Yu's funeral? Qing Ge may want to use this method to save his soul, so that Xiao Yu can be reincarnated as soon as possible and understand the pain."
Qingge turned her eyes and looked at Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen's face was expressionless, his expression was as usual, calm and composed.
The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched, and she hesitated for a while before saying, "Yes."
Ye Qingtian looked suspiciously at Qing Ge and Ye Wuhen. After a long time, he said, "The cremator has closed down and will not accept cremation business. Later, I sent someone to ask about this kind of totem that transcends souls."
, no one can draw, only he can, and it would be good if he could be found. I only remember that he lives in the east of the city, and his name is Xin. As for his surname, I don’t remember."
"Grandpa, then I will go to the east of the city."
Ye Qingtian nodded.
Ye Wuhen said calmly: "I'll let Anu go investigate. I'll go with you to the east of the city. It will be better if we two."
"Okay." Qingge said.
"Grandpa knows, you go ahead." Ye Qingtian took a sip of wine.
Ye Wuhen got up and went to the east of the city with Qingge.
Before going to the east of the city, Ye Wuhen found Anu and ordered him to go down and start investigating the person who was cremated in the east of the city more than ten years ago.
In a remote pavilion, a gray-haired old man was drinking wine, his eyes blurred and his smile hazy.
It seems to be possible to imagine him as a young man, handsome and unrestrained, fighting with a gun.
He has been alone for so many years.
My white hair became even whiter.
Ye Qingtian sighed.
Life is not just a one-man battle.
Who can relieve his sorrow?
His son and wife have both passed away.
He is the only one struggling on this continent.
Ye Qingtian sighed.
Take a swig of wine.
He has forgotten many things.
He knows that he is a sick old man and must not forget to take medicine every day.
The doctor said that slowly, he will develop dementia and lose his memory.
He also feels that he is good and bad sometimes, and when he is bad, he always likes to get into trouble.
At this time, Qingge and Ye Wuhen were riding in a carriage.
The carriage drove toward the east of the city.
"Qingge, are you doubting the cause of uncle and aunt Ye's death?" Ye Wuhen's eyes were sharp.
Qingge didn't intend to hide it from Ye Wuhen, "My parents may not be dead."
Ye Wuhen's eyes widened, "Not dead?"
Qingge nodded and said: "My mother doesn't know, but my father may be in the heaven of gods. It's a bit strange that the totem can save the souls of the dead. I want to ask clearly. Don't let grandpa know about this."
"I will keep my mouth shut." Ye Wuhen said, feeling suddenly excited.
Ye Jingfeng, Yan Bingtong, are these two really not dead?