It's a white-haired man who gives the black-haired man again.
He had forgotten a little more than ten years ago, when Ye Jingfeng left, how painful it was when he was in funeral.
I only knew that during those days, he was confused and walking corpse. When he heard the light songs of his infant, he called Grandpa miraculously and angrily, he slowly cheered up.
He can't fall, he still has someone to protect.
Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian's face and dull eyes, and then he realized that Ye Qingtian remembered Ye Jingfeng through Ye Yu.
Qingge pursed her lips and was silent.
The atmosphere is very heavy.
The three of them walked up to the nearby pavilion.
A few years ago, Qingge and Ye Wuhen were in this pavilion, drinking plum wine, talking freely, and drinking wine in the wind, how happy it was.
All of them were trapped in memories.
Ye Wuhen is not a person with good fortune, nor is he a compassionate person. At the beginning, he also killed people like a slap. Only after Ye Zhengxiong died did he become the head of the Ye family and accompany Ye Qingtian to nourish the sky.
Year.
"Grandpa, did my father be buried in peace at the beginning?" Qingge suddenly asked.
Not far away, a maid came with a tray and placed a few jars of plum wine on the table in the pavilion.
Plum wine and peach blossom wine are Qingge’s favorite wine.
Nowadays, these two kinds of wines are valuable to buy in the imperial capital.
As long as a winemaker makes plum wine and peach blossom wine, it will be bought by a wealthy and mysterious person, resulting in many people who love wine complaining.
Thinking of this, Qingge's mouth smiled.
Ye Qingtian always likes to do childish things and never mind Ye Mansion’s wine, for fear that she will not drink.
In just a few years, there were several wine cellars in the backyard of Ye Mansion, all of which were collected from Ye Qingtian everywhere. Others could not touch them.
Ye Qingtian regarded these wine cellars as treasures.
Mo Xie's father, when Mo Yuntian came to ask him for wine, Ye Qingtian refused to give it to him. Mo Yuntian ran to the wine cellar when the night was dark and windy, pried open the stone door, and walked into the secret passage, thinking about stealing it.
Two jars of excellent wine, but I couldn't stop after I opened the seal and tasted it.
The next day, Ye Qingtian's right eyelid was pounding. Ye Qingtian went to the wine cellar by a devil. He saw Mo Yuntian who was drunk, and more than a dozen jars of good wine were wasted. Ye Qingtian was so angry that he made Mo
Yuntian woke up and chased Mo Yuntian for several streets.
Mo Yuntian ran away and shouted, "I'm just a few jars of dilapidated things. I'll just compensate you. I don't even talk about my brotherly relationship for many years. You are so cruel."
Ye Qingtian didn't speak or knew where the hoe was carried, so he chased Mo Yuntian frantically.
This matter was laughed at by the people in the imperial capital for a long time.
When Mo Yuntian returned home in a daze, he was scolded by his wife Su Ya.
How old are you, you still steal wine.
...
When Qingge knew about this, she also found it funny.
The so-called "Old" in the family is like a treasure, but it is just like this.
In the pavilion, the maid filled the three of them with wine.
Ye Qingtian heard Qingge's question, frowned and thought about the past.
He said: "It was a cremation, and later the ashes were placed in the coffin, buried in the ground, and connected with your mother's grave."
"Crench?" Qingge's eyes flashed slightly and asked, "Can you describe the scene at that time?"
Ye Qingtian looked at Qingge in confusion, wondering why Qingge mentioned this.
However, seeing Qingge ask so earnestly, he thought about what happened back then carefully.
After all, after so many years, Ye Qingtian has become old and I don’t remember many things very clearly.
"At that time, your father was wearing armor and his mother was wearing regular clothes. The cremator said that when cremating, paint the dead body with ancient totem, which can save the soul and allow the deceased to be reborn as soon as possible. He mentioned this to me, and I also
Agree." Ye Qingtian said.
He remembered it very clearly that Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bitong's bodies were painted with ancient and mysterious paintings. He also investigated that there was indeed such a thing, and the cremator did not deceive him.
Qingge listened to Ye Qingtian's words and thoughtful.
After a moment, Qingge said, "Father, mother is covered with totems, what about her face?"
Ye Qingtian thought for a while and said, "The face is also covered, covering the whole face."
Qingge suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong? Is something happening?" Ye Wuhen looked at Qingge strangely.
Qingge 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 going to prepare for Xiaoyu's funeral? Qingge may want to use this method to save his soul so that Xiaoyu can be reincarnated as soon as possible and understand the pain."
Qingge turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen had no expression on his face, his expression was as usual, and he was calm and composed.
Qingge's mouth twitched, hesitated for a while before saying, "Yes."
Ye Qingtian's suspicious eyes were on Qingge, and Ye Wuhen and the others were shuttled back and forth. After a long time, they said, "The cremator has closed down and will not take on the cremation business. Later, I sent someone to ask about this totem that can save the soul.
, No one can draw, only he can. If he can find it, it will be good. I only remember that he lives in the east of the city, with a single name and a word of letter. As for the surname, I don’t remember it.”
"Grandpa, then I'll go to the east of the city."
Ye Qingtian nodded.
Ye Wuhen said lightly: "I'll ask Anu to investigate, I'll accompany you there, two of you will be better."
"It's OK," said Qingge.
"Grandpa knows, you guys go." Ye Qingtian took a sip of wine.
Ye Wuhen stood up and went to the east of the city with Qingge.
Before going to the east of the city, Ye Wuhen found Annu and ordered him to investigate the cremator who had been around more than ten years ago in the east of the city. He had a single name of the word "Xin".
On the remote pavilion, the old man with white hair was drinking fine wine, his eyes were blurred and his smile was hazy.
It seems that he can be imagined that he is young, handsome and handsome, fighting with a gun.
He has been alone for so many years.
The white hair became even whiter.
Ye Qingtian sighed.
Life is just a single-handed battle.
Who can relieve his sorrow?
The son and wife have all passed away.
He is the only one who struggles on this continent.
The night sky sighs.
Take a sip of wine.
He has forgotten a lot of things.
He knew that he was a sick old man and could not forget to take medicine every day.
The doctor said that slowly, he will become dementia and lose his memory.
He also feels that he is sometimes good and sometimes bad, and when he is bad, he always likes to be stubborn.
At this time, Qingge and Ye Wuhen were riding in a carriage.
The carriage drove towards the east of the city.
"Qingge, are you suspicious of the cause of Uncle Ye and Auntie's death?" Ye Wuhen's eyes were sharp.
Qingge didn't plan to hide it from Ye Wuhen, "My parents may not be dead."
Ye Wuhen's eyes widened, "Isn't dead?"
Qingge nodded and said, "My mother doesn't know. My father may be in the Gods' Heavenly Realm. The totem is a bit strange. I want to ask clearly. Don't let grandpa know about this."
"I will shut up." Ye Wuhen said, suddenly feeling excited.
Ye Jingfeng, Yan Bitong, are these two really not dead?
That Qingge is someone with his parents! (To be continued)