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

Wu Xie suppressed the grief in his heart and looked at Zhang Yecheng, whose eyes were empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

"Mr. Zhang, are we going to take Brother and Hanyan out?"

Zhang Yecheng's face was as pale as paper, and all the blood color disappeared in an instant. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails pierced into his palms, and bright red blood flowed out.

“Forget it, this is the resting place that Qi Ling chose himself. Since he wants to be with Han Yan forever, we don’t need to interfere too much, otherwise, he will be unhappy.

You don’t know, this brat has always had a bad temper since he was a child. Every time he gets angry, he has a cold face, doesn’t speak, and ignores people. He is very difficult to serve.

And Han Yan, she has been very naughty since she was a child, quarreling with me every day, making me so angry, but I just couldn't bear to hit her. "

As Zhang Yecheng spoke, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his words were full of nostalgia and yearning for the past.

Wu Xie, Fatty, Xie Yuchen... and others turned to look at him, and listened quietly to him telling stories about Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling's childhood.

"When I brought Qi Ling back to the courtyard when he was three years old, he was very gloomy. He was betrayed by his master, so he closed his heart and looked cold all day long.

Sometimes I have the idea of ​​giving up on guiding him, thinking, just let him grow up like that. After all, as the head of the Zhang family, I don’t need to have normal human emotions.

But Hanyan, only Hanyan, never tires of running around him every day, chirping and making him happy, applying medicine for him, giving him gifts, and celebrating his birthday. "

As Zhang Yecheng spoke, he looked at the half jade pendant on Zhang Hanyan's neck. He remembered this jade pendant. It was the first birthday gift Zhang Hanyan gave to Zhang Qiling.

It was also on that night that, for the first time, candlelight illuminated the pitch-black night in the room that had not been lit for three years.

Everyone followed Zhang Yecheng's gaze and saw that Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling each had half a jade pendant with the same pattern on their necks.

"Han Yan has had an extraordinary talent for mechanical formations since she was young, so I accepted her as my apprentice. But in fact, her martial arts and swordsmanship are the best, and even Qi Ling cannot beat her.

Even so, in the competition held every three months, she always lost to Qi Ling. The two of them...

Hanyan deliberately lost the competition to let Qiling eat. Qiling, when I wasn't paying attention, secretly hid some steamed buns for Hanyan.

They thought I didn't know it. In fact, I knew it the first time, but I just didn't see through their little trick.

Two idiots, you actually thought I didn’t know…”

As Zhang Yecheng spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. He closed his eyes and tried to control his emotions, but he could not stop the tears from flowing.

He tried to erase the memories from his mind, only to find that the past had taken deep roots.

"Mr. Zhang, I am deeply saddened by your loss."

Wu Xie comforted him softly. Faced with such a situation, this was all he could say. He had no other way.

In just three years, the two disciples he had raised since childhood passed away one after another. The pain of seeing the young die was so overwhelming that Zhang Yecheng almost couldn't breathe.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, not letting them fall on Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan.

Since ancient times, there has been a legend that if the tears of a living person fall on the body of a dead person, the dead person will no longer meet the living person in dreams.

He wanted to see them again, even if it was only in his dreams.

"Let's go, let's not disturb them here. I'll bring you in to see them during festivals in the future."

Zhang Yecheng's face was haggard and pale, and his eyes were listless, revealing deep fatigue and helplessness.

He walked weakly, his steps were unsteady, and his back was slightly hunched, which made people feel distressed.

Bai Haotian and Huo Xiuxiu took out the things they had prepared in advance from their backpacks and placed them one by one in front of the coffin.

"Xiu Xiu, what are you doing?"

Xie Yuchen looked at the neatly arranged snacks with surprise. He knew that there were snacks in Huo Xiuxiu's backpack, but he didn't know that these snacks were for Zhang Hanyan.

Wu Xie looked at Bai Haotian in shock as he kept taking out fruits and drinks. His lips opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"These are Sister Hanyan's favorite. We bought them before we set out, thinking that if we could see her, we would leave them for her, and if not, we would eat them ourselves."

Huo Xiuxiu stood up with the empty backpack. After Bai Haotian put away all his things, the two smiled at each other.

"Let's go, Brother Xiaohua. We'll come visit them again during the Chinese New Year."

"Okay, blind man, let's go."

"Innocent, let's go too."

"Ah."

Everyone walked out one after another. Wu Xie looked at Bai Haotian who was waiting for him at the door. He strode to her side, took her hand in silence, and walked out with her.

Bai Haotian looked down at their hands tightly held together. After a moment of slight surprise, the smile on his face was like honey in summer, gently melting in his heart.

"Master San, why are you so close to me all of a sudden? Didn't you always say that we should maintain the proper distance between men and women?"

Wu Xie turned his head and looked into Bai Haotian's clear eyes. Her eyes were full of love for him. This deep affection was the sweetest confession, which made his heart beat fast.

“Because I found that life is only a few decades long, so we should enjoy life while we can and should not tie ourselves to those rules and regulations.

I don’t want to wait until I’m old and look back on the past, and all I remember are regrets.”

Bai Haotian nodded as if he understood, and walked obediently beside Wu Xie, staying by his side quietly.

When everyone returned to Yuncai's home again, it was dusk. They sat together in the courtyard to enjoy the cool breeze and feel the breeze blowing away the heat around them.

At the moment of sunset, the afterglow of the sun is like a shining pearl, hanging high in the sky, illuminating everything between heaven and earth brilliantly and beautifully.

Wu Xie looked at the setting sun in the distant sky and suddenly remembered the day a few years ago when they came out of the Zhang family's ancient building and took Pan Zi to Yuncai's house to recuperate.

The sunset that day was the same as today, with golden light gently shining through the clouds, leaving behind a soft golden glow.

At that time, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan were still with them. They got drunk and sang together, chased and played together, and enjoyed the cool under the trees together.

But now, the old friends are gone, and the living are still like this.

The beginning of the story happened by chance and caught us off guard.

At the end of the story, two flowers bloom, each in their own way.