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

The fat man looked at the broken blue and white porcelain teacup with heartache and glared at Hei Xia Zi.

"Mr. Hei, I know you are very excited now, but please don't waste things while you are excited. These are very valuable."

Hei Xia Zi looked at the fat man's painful expression and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"There are many things in the basement that are more valuable than this teacup. It's not like you haven't seen them before."

"So what? Those things all belong to Han Yan. Seeing them is one thing, and getting them in your hands is another."

"Didn't Han Yan tell you to take whatever you want?"

"No, that won't work. Although I love money, I won't touch those things. Unless Han Yan's things are handed to me personally, I won't take any of them."

The fat man's words made the room fall into silence again. Everyone knew that Zhang Hanyan would never hand those things to the fat man personally again.

Xi Liu frowned slightly, and after a long silence, she looked at Zhang Qiling. After hesitating for a moment, she considered it and asked softly.

"Patriarch, what is the matter with you being able to come back to life but the Saint Girl not being able to?"

Zhang Qiling looked at the people who were staring at him, lowered his head and frowned, and repeated exactly what he had told Wu Xie and Fatty before.

Xie Yuchen stared at him motionlessly, and after Zhang Qiling finished speaking, the slight glimmer of expectation in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"So, sister will never come back again, right?"

"Ah."

Zhang Qiling clenched his fists. Zhang Hanyan's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness emerged in his mind bit by bit. When he thought that he would never see her again, he felt like he was frozen in time, unable to move.

Except for Wu Xie, Fatty and Zhang Yecheng, it took Xie Yuchen and the others a long time to digest what Zhang Qiling had said.

The cold winter passed quickly, and new buds appeared on the branches in early spring. It rained a lot in spring, and the rain was continuous. The weather, which had been warming up, gradually cooled down again.

Zhang Qiling leaned against the carved window on the second floor, gazing at the plants and trees in the garden. Zhang Yecheng's footsteps sounded from behind him and finally stopped beside him.

Zhang Yecheng followed his gaze and looked towards the garden. After a spring rain, the quiet garden was full of life again.

“Since you left, the plants in this garden have suddenly died. No matter how hard I tried in the past five years, they have never sprouted.

Look, not long after you came back, the flowers and grass have sprouted again, as if they knew you were back."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle and turned to look at Zhang Qiling who was silent.

"Maybe, these flowers and plants really know. Do you know? Last winter, the day before Wu Xie and I were going to the Zhang Family Ancient Building, the plum blossom in the corner that had not bloomed for five years suddenly bloomed.

I had carefully checked those branches in the morning and there were no buds on them. But they suddenly blossomed in the afternoon. Isn’t that amazing?”

Zhang Yecheng was talking to himself. He didn't expect Zhang Qiling to respond to him because he knew Zhang Qiling's personality well.

In the few months since he came back, the thing he said the most was the day he came back, when he explained everything to everyone.

From that day on, his temperament became increasingly quiet, almost exactly like when he was three years old. Most of the time he would sit alone quietly, looking into the distance for the entire day.

"Qi Ling, do you want to go out for a walk? Don't you feel bored staying at home every day?"

"No, my home is fine."

Zhang Yecheng stared at him and thought to himself, yes, no matter how good life is outside, it is not as good as home. Besides, this home means a lot to him.

The days passed uneventfully. Wu Xie would occasionally come over with some things in his hand. Fatty had returned to Guangxi, and would occasionally call and ask about things.

In the huge house, there were only Zhang Qiling and Zhang Yecheng. Zhang Qiling didn't say a word for ten days or half a month, which made the house seem even more deserted and lifeless.

After the Beginning of Summer comes the Grain Fullness Festival. After the Grain Fullness Festival, the weather becomes hotter and hotter, and the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching.

The festive atmosphere is very strong on the streets, and vendors making and selling rice dumplings can be seen everywhere.

Fatty and Yuncai walked into Wushanju with a bunch of triangular rice dumplings in their hands, smiling. Wang Meng looked up at Fatty and pointed at Wu Xie who was sleeping on the sofa.

"The boss is taking a nap."

"Come, Wang Meng, eat the rice dumplings. They are still hot."

"Thank you."

Wang Meng took the rice dumpling handed to him by the fat man, tidied the table, peeled off the rice dumpling leaves, and ate it in small bites.

Wu Xie was awakened by Fatty's loud voice. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking dazedly at Fatty sitting down opposite him.

"Fatty, Yuncai, why are you here?"

"Isn't the Dragon Boat Festival coming soon? Yuncai wanted to visit Leifeng Pagoda, so I brought her here. Tianzhen, let's go to my brother's house for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Since my brother came back, we have only gathered once during the New Year. How about letting Huaerye and Xiuxiu come together?"

"I don't know if they are available. I'll call and ask."

Wu Xie called Jie Yuchen and after a long conversation, he got a reply saying that he didn't have time. He hung up the phone, looked at the fat man and shook his head.

"Xiaohua said he doesn't have time. He and Hei Xiazi are going on a long trip together. Xiuxiu is abroad, and Xiaobai is also traveling with her parents."

"What about Pan Zi and An Ning? They're not at home?"

"Not here for so many years, don't you know? Apart from the Chinese New Year, there are almost no opportunities for us to get together."

The fat man looked at the people coming and going on the street, and thought of the lively scenes when everyone was together in the past, and sighed silently.

In the past five years, ever since Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling passed away, they have never been able to spend any New Year holidays with laughter and joy as before.

Whenever we get together, we are always filled with nostalgia for the past. When we eat, there are always two more sets of neatly arranged tableware on the table.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention them, but their departure will always be like a knife piercing everyone's heart.

As time passed, the wound not only did not heal, but began to rot, fester, and bleed, causing excruciating pain.

Last winter, Zhang Qiling came back, but Zhang Hanyan did not. So when everyone gathered together during the New Year, there was still a set of clean and tidy dishes on the table.