Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Shortly after New Year's Day, as the Chinese New Year approached, the sound of firecrackers could be heard on the streets, and vendors selling rice cakes and New Year pictures walked through the streets, shouting out their long hawking calls.

"Brother, what do you want to eat for the New Year this year?"

Zhang Hanyan stood at the kitchen door and looked at Zhang Qiling who was standing under the red plum tree. He was holding a pair of scissors and cutting off the buds of the red plums.

Zhang Qiling turned around and looked back at her standing in the corridor. He smiled slightly and strode towards her with the cut branches in his hand.

He stood beside her, letting her reach out and gently shake off the snow that fell on him.

"All right. Will Wu Xie and the others come again this year?"

"I don't know. They haven't told me yet. I'll call and ask later."

"it is good."

Zhang Qiling held the red plum in his hand and handed it to her. He watched her get closer to the plum and sniff its fragrance.

"It smells so good, little brother. After you put the red plums in the vase, put some in the living room and bedroom."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Zhang Hanyan watched him turn and walk away. As soon as he left, the cell phone in her pocket rang. She took out her phone and answered it.

"Hey, Wu Xie, what's up?"

"Hanyan, Fatty and Xiaohua asked me to ask if everyone wants to celebrate the New Year together this year?"

"Okay, it's more fun with more people, so I'll prepare some more ingredients."

As she spoke, she turned around to look at the ingredients in the kitchen. She only prepared enough for herself and Zhang Qiling, so it was a little less.

"No, no, I've already bought everything. I'll bring it to you in a bit. That's it for now. I'm hanging up."

As soon as Wu Xie finished speaking, the call was hung up. Zhang Hanyan looked at the phone screen, thought about it, and dialed Xi Liu's number.

In Beijing, Xi Liu and Zhang Mo sat in a pavilion, playing chess against each other. On the chessboard, the black and white pieces had very different styles.

Xiliu plays chess in a calm and peaceful manner, and it is difficult for people to detect his arrangement. At first glance, it seems calm and peaceful, but the chess moves are strange and unpredictable, with traps everywhere.

His handling of details is even more exquisite and breathtaking. Each move seems messy, but is actually carefully planned.

When Zhang Mo played chess, he thought he could turn the tide, kill everyone and capture cities, but in fact, every step was under the control of Xi Liu.

In this game of chess, Zhang Mo lost without a doubt, as his black pieces were strangled by Xi Liu's white pieces.

"I don't want to play anymore. You win every time. It's meaningless. Am I just here to amuse you?"

Zhang Mo threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard. The chess piece fell with a crisp sound, instantly disrupting the chess situation on the board.

Xi Liu looked at the angry Zhang Mo and just smiled faintly. He didn't say much, but slowly picked up the scattered chess pieces on the board one by one.

"Well, it's New Year's Day, so we have nothing better to do. How about I let you win next time?"

After listening to Xi Liu's words, Zhang Mo glared at him unceremoniously, snorted coldly, turned his head away, and didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

Xi Liu looked up at Zhang Mo, who had an unhappy look on his face. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and a laugh escaped from the depths of his throat.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the word "Saint" displayed on the screen, his face full of confusion.

Strange, it's almost New Year's Day, why is the Saint calling? Is there something urgent?

Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay at all and quickly pressed the answer button.

"Saint."

"Xi Liu, do you and Zhang Mo have any plans for the New Year this year?"

"No, we are just having some fun at home to kill time. What's wrong? Does the Saint have any instructions?"

Xi Liu looked at Zhang Mo with a puzzled look on his face. Zhang Mo understood the meaning of his words and immediately sat up straight.

"No, I just want to say that if you don't have other plans, you can come to Hangzhou to celebrate the New Year. Wu Xie and Xiao Hua are coming, so you can come too, so that we can have fun together."

When Xiliu heard this, she thought of last year's New Year, when everyone gathered in Hangzhou, worked together in the kitchen, had a reunion dinner together, stayed up together, and set off fireworks together.

Thinking about it now, it was much more lively than the New Year he and Zhang Mo celebrated alone. Everything about last year's New Year came to his mind vividly, and a look of longing suddenly appeared on his face.

"Okay, then we'll set off early tomorrow morning."

"Well, I'll hang up now. Bye."

Xi Liu looked at the hung up phone and smiled at Zhang Mo who was looking confused.

"The Saint asked us to go to Hangzhou to celebrate the New Year. Go back to your room and pack your things. We will leave early tomorrow morning."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, not even bothering to put away the chess pieces on the board, and turned around to walk into the room.

He was halfway there when he suddenly stopped as if he remembered something, and walked back to the pavilion, staring at Zhang Mo, who had a frown on his face.

"What?"

Zhang Mo looked up at him, confused.

Xi Liu pondered for a long time, thinking over and over what he wanted to say in his mind, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Zhang Mo, you are now... "

“Don’t worry, it started from when we met Han Yan in Hangzhou and ended with the Huo family’s funeral.

I have seen clearly that Han Yan and the clan leader only care about each other. Just as you said before, no one can come between them.

Xiliu, I have let go of my obsession with Hanyan. Now, you should not worry about me, but yourself. "

Zhang Mo stared at Xi Liu intently. He pursed his lips and a ruffian and malicious smile appeared on his lips.

"Me, what's wrong with me? I'm fine. I don't have anyone I like. I don't need to worry about emotional matters."

"Really? Are you sure?"

Zhang Mo left a vague question and got up and left.

Xi Liu turned around and looked at his back. Under the falling snow, Zhang Mo, who had let go of his obsession, slowly returned to his youth, the talkative and bright boy.

He no longer looked like the person he had been imitating all these years.

He stood under the pavilion, thinking about Zhang Mo's last words, and Huo Xiuxiu's face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Before, Huo Xiuxiu tried every trick and method to pursue him. During that half year, anyone who was in the underworld knew that Huo Xiuxiu was pursuing him.

But ever since Zhang Hanyan talked to her on New Year's Eve last year, she has changed.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, she told him that she would no longer bother him and that they would just be friends when they met in the future.

Since that day, she seemed like a completely different person. Every time they met, apart from polite greetings and small talk, they were like strangers.

She was like that and almost made Xiliu feel that her previous passionate pursuit of him was just an illusion.

Xiliu shook his head gently, throwing away all thoughts about the past from his mind. He curled the corners of his lips and strode towards his room.