The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

When agarwood is used to make beef, Grandma Na Ping teaches her carefully. Every step is almost the same.

Silently, Dao Wei's eyes turned red again.

He was all too familiar with the muscle memory that grew up in the relationship of being together day and night.

At which moment, what seasoning should be handed over, and at which moment, grandma would lift the lid of the pot and ask him to add a bowl of water.

No difference.

When a dish was ready, Chen Xiangyin only served a bowl of rice, but she and Xuan Guo didn't eat it.

Dao Wei sat quietly at the dining table, scooped up a spoonful of beef and tasted it, very solemnly.

After swallowing it in one gulp, Dao Wei whimpered, "Miss Shen, I'm sorry for doubting you just now."

Chen Xiangyin shook his head: "It's human nature."

Xuan Guo snorted: "Your grandma's funeral expenses were all caused by agarwood, and I dug the tomb. You almost repaid a favor with a grudge just now!"

"I'm sorry!" Dao Wei lowered his head, "It's just... I don't have the money to compensate you now... Grandma left me, and..." He cried again.

Chenxiang clicked her tongue and looked at the air next to her. Grandma Naping was standing there, also crying.

"Grandma Naping and I have a very good relationship. You don't have to pay anything, and..." She lowered her voice and looked outside the yard.

"Your grandma was afraid that it would be unsafe to leave her valuables at home, so she gave them to me for safekeeping a long time ago. There is a tin box of bear biscuits, and there is also a letter left for you."

Dao Wei's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned red with shame, "Miss Shen! I..."

"There is no need to say thank you. Why don't you tell me in detail what you have seen and learned over the years in front of the memorial tablet. Your grandma has a spirit in heaven and can hear you. She misses you very much."

Chen Xiangyin glanced at Dao Wei meaningfully, "I will ask Xuan Guo to bring the things back to you early tomorrow morning. The village has not been peaceful these two days, so you'd better take it with you. Eat slowly. Let's go back first. What's the matter? Come to me anytime, I live in the bamboo house at the foot of the mountain to the west."

After coming out of Grandma Naping's house, Chen Xiangyin rubbed her temples as she walked.

The bright moon was high in the sky, and the agarwood made her heart palpitate. She was a little unable to concentrate. After wondering why for a long time, she remembered that last year, today was the last time she saw the crane rising into the sky.

No goodbyes, no communication, nothing, just a quick farewell.

Chen Xiangyin tried hard to think about the current matter.

Leaving Zanmeng Village, there is only one minibus that runs once a day.

Chen Xiangyin thought of something and turned around and said to Xuanguo: "I'm a little tired. Let's go back first. You can go to Zhaikou Road to see if there are any other ruts on the road."

Xuanguo understood, and with a bang, the smoke spread and turned into a black cat, quickly disappearing into the night.

Zanmeng Village is surrounded by tropical primeval forests, with many venomous snakes, venomous insects and beasts. There is only one road in and out of the village.

The chance that the thief is from the village is very small. There are no such capable people in the village.

One night, without anyone noticing, every house was robbed.

Outsiders can only take minibuses back and forth.

Walking out from Zanmeng Village, even if you go to town, you can't go back and forth every day, so you would be a fool to walk in the bright sun.

The incident happened last night. If the thief took a minibus, she would be able to locate the area by investigating the surveillance video on the bus tomorrow.

She set a week's time for herself. If she couldn't find anyone, she would keep Xuan Guo here while she went back to Shen Ji Taiyi to get her bankbook.

……

Qingshan City, mid-level villa.

He Chongtian looked haggard and pinched his eyebrows.

Chen Xiangyin's mobile phone was spread out on the table, and the interface stayed on the chat software.

Not long after the agarwood was lured away, it was found in the underground ruins of Pang Wenkui's secret villa.

She probably didn't know that after closing the software, drafts of unsent words would remain.

It was too late to delete the word, so He Chongtian was reluctant to press the send button and kept charging his phone to let the sentence lie quietly.

"He Chongtian, I'm really not pregnant, but if we can, we'll wait until you come back..."

What are we?

Try it? …

He Chongtian thought about it carefully, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, and his eye sockets were sore and swollen again.

My heart sinks little by little. The end of the Qingluo River is the East China Sea. If I can't find her body anymore, I have to look for it in the East China Sea...

Maybe he won't find anything at the end of his life, but he will always do something.

The door rang, and He Chongtian looked over. It was Zhou Zheng.

"Brother." Zhou Zheng was holding a long box in his hand.

Crane didn't respond, he touched the cigarette on the table and lit it.

Zhou Zheng got used to his silence, walked over and opened the lid of the long box.

"It's news from Li Daoguang."

"That painting?"

"That's right." Zhou Zheng carefully opened the box, took out the exquisitely framed scroll, and slowly unfolded it.

He Chongtian has been looking for clues about Li Daoguang. There are many people with the same name, and there are also Taoist temples with the same name, but none of them match.

I just got the news a few days ago that a wealthy businessman has a realistic oil painting in his collection. It depicts a corner of the side of a majestic palace, with the inscription on the plaque: Yongshou Palace.

The signature is: Yuan Gongxian.

He Chongtian held the upper and lower ends of the scroll in his hands and looked at it carefully. He had a feeling that what he was looking for was the Palace of Eternal Life.

"Yuan Gongxian, go check it out."

Zhou Zheng: "The wealthy businessman who collected this painting knew that it was you who wanted the information, so he hurriedly made it clear. He collected this painting more than forty years ago. This Yuan Gongxian was a well-known painter at that time. He was from Reliang. .”

"Hot soil." Crane towered into the sky thoughtfully.

"Yes, Relang Manzhe Township. The wealthy businessman said that there were many such painters in Manzhe Township at that time, and Yuan Gongxian was the leader among them."

He took a long drag on the cigarette, and before the ash fell off, he flicked it into the ashtray, "What else?"

"The information he gave is accurate. I found out that Yuan Gongxian's medical records showed that he had advanced liver cancer at the First Hospital of Reyang City more than 20 years ago."

Liver cancer is terminal and terminal.

"Dead?" He frowned.

"You can't survive this disease."

"Who else is in his family?" He Chongtian asked.

"Gone."

Crane's sky-high gaze fell on the plaque in the painting.

Yongshou Palace.

"I'll go there."

"Okay, when?"

He Chongtian's throat rolled, he covered his face with his big hands, and exhaled deeply, "One week later."

"Brother, Shen... have you thought about it?" Zhou Zheng didn't dare to mention his full name, fearing that He Chongtian would feel uncomfortable hearing the name.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it."

He was afraid that the agarwood would lead her to death, and he would not be able to rest in peace, nor would he have a tomb for her soul to return to.

It's been a year, and it's time for a grave.

The tomb stands under the red maple tree in his yard.

Which clothes to choose, the material of the coffin, the material of the tombstone, what to put in the funeral, what to write in the elegiac couplet, what flowers to decorate...

He has to do it himself and not let others interfere.

Others were not allowed to pay homage. A bunch of people were crying and loudly reminding him that agarwood caused death?

Within a week, He Chongtian prepared everything meticulously and set up a tomb for Agarwood.

In the tomb, next to the jasmine white cheongsam she loved to wear, there was the black suit he often wore.

He put on the incense stick and knelt down devoutly.

With his eyes closed, He Chongtian prayed in his heart that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would see her coming back.

Crane shot into the sky for enough time, slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found nothing.