[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter [-]

The development of the matter was unexpected, and no one would have thought that the past would be revealed by the people in the past, not to mention Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling, even the Fat King would find it difficult for others to accept it.After Zhang Qiling left, Wu Xie stood in the mourning hall for a long time, his eyes were frozen and his expression was sad. After a while, he said to the people around him: "I'll go and be quiet, don't follow me."

Zhang Qiling had already gone to Jing, and now he went again, the fat king glanced at the rest of the people, and said loudly: "Is there any fragrance? It's so late, Mrs. Wu should be hungry. You are all heartless, only this king Thinking of her, my lord will give her a meal first, and then eat by himself."

After hearing what he said, Zhang Haike squeezed out a smile, and Wang Meng gave the fat king a sideways look, with a relaxed expression on his face.Later, the three juniors took the incense and respectfully knelt down in front of Gu Tonghua's coffin.

Wang Meng said: "Ma'am, I saw you a few times when I was young, and you always gave me sweets. At that time, I thought, the young master's mother is so beautiful. Now that you are gone, it can be said that the world is broken, so I beg you to let go of everything in the world." , Be a free man for a while. I will take care of Tuan Zuo, don't worry, I will take good care of him for the rest of my life." After speaking, he bent down and could not afford to kneel.

As for Zhang Haike, he is not as responsible as Wang Meng, but as a descendant of the Zhang family, facing the ancient tung flower whose tragedies all his life originated from the Zhang family, he has to kowtow no matter what.After knocking, he stared at the black coffin, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It's due to family rules, I'm sorry, Mrs. Wu. Someone in the group is watching, let me show you the patriarch. May you be blessed in heaven." They lived a hundred years and lived a safe life."

Both Wang Meng and Zhang Haike expressed their opinions, and the fat king knelt beside them, so naturally he had to say something.However, he is basically an outsider, and Gu Tonghua doesn't know him at all, so what can he say?After thinking for a long time, he scratched the back of his head and said in a loud voice: "They will look at one, and I will show you the two. From now on, my lord will treat them as brothers, and we will make a sworn brotherhood with them later!" He kowtowed three times, and continued to mutter: "Since we are all brothers, the mother of the group seat is my mother. I will do my best for your funeral. You can go at ease." Of course, without doubting the fat king's filial piety For example, he said to Gu Tonghua in his heart: "Madam, I promised to give you the Eight Diagrams Xuanhua ax before the meeting. This is your relic. I will treat it kindly when I get it. Please be sure to give it to me." You can leave it to me, entrust the dream to the group seat, and remind him not to forget this matter."

The three juniors were kneeling here, and when they raised their heads, they found that apart from Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling, Scar Zhang's family was gone.

Wang Meng rubbed his eyes, tilted his head, looked at the torrential rain outside, and said, "I'm going to find the group seat, I'm worried about him."

Zhang Haike said, "You go, I'm here to keep watch."

The fat king tossed about half the night, was hungry, stood up, and patted his trouser legs, "If you want to find someone and watch the spirit, you must first tidy yourself up and fill your stomach. Now is an extraordinary time. If you fall down, what will they do?" ?Anyway, I’m going to change clothes for dinner, and I’ll watch over this strange woman when I’m full.”

The fat king was right, but the other two had no way to refute.After discussing for a while, they asked Wang Meng to stay, the fat king changed his clothes for dinner, and Zhang Haike took care of the chores of the hundred-member regiment. After all, the mother of the regiment set up a mourning hall in the army, so logically, everyone must be informed.

It was past four o'clock in the morning, with dark clouds and heavy rain, and the barracks was pitch black and silent, but in fact, no one slept tonight.

Wu Xie walked around the eaves, stepping on the weeds that emerged from the cracks in the bricks. They had been watered to wither by the rain before they were stepped on by Wu Xie, and now they turned into weeds against the bricks.Wu Xie pressed his temples, his head hurt, and it was about to burst, just like his heart.He wandered aimlessly in the rainy night. After the sadness, his expression was confused. He didn't know what to do next, what to do in the future?After a while, he stopped and stretched out his hand towards the void, as if Gu Tonghua was standing in the rain, but everything was a dream after all, his mother had passed away with guilt, she had never been happy in her life.Wu Xie wanted to cry again, for Gu Tonghua, for Baima, for that man whom he had never met before.

Wu Xie turned around, half of his sleeves were soaked by the rain, he felt a little cold, hugged his arms with both hands, and tried to sit down slowly against the wall.At this time, a small piece of tile fell from the front, it was really small, and it fell into the muddy water. If Wu Xie hadn't been underneath, no one would have noticed the movement.

Wu Xie froze for a moment, raised his head mechanically, and glanced at the eaves, where there was a water curtain hanging on the eaves, ticking in clusters. Five minutes later, Wu Xie stood up, walked into the rain and turned around, and saw Zhang Qiling sitting on the roof holding a black gold ancient knife, motionless, like a statue.

When the tiles fell, Zhang Qiling probably had just jumped onto the roof. He was agile and agile, so he should not have touched the tiles.But now he is as bewildered as Wu Xie, and even more at a loss than Wu Xie. He was raised as an orphan since he was a child, and he doesn't understand what parental love is. Even if he stayed with his mother Baima for three days, he barely learned it. miss.

I haven't been able to get it, so I don't know.

Longing is undoubtedly the superficial aspect of family affection, and he has no chance to understand anything deeper.He is an orphan, without father and mother, he was bullied and ridiculed since he was a child, and he failed to experience the love of his parents, which is great and boundless.For a long time, he didn't even have the idea that he was loved, how could he be loved?This should have nothing to do with him.

However, he was actually loved, wrapped in that kind of heavy and stalwart love that cannot be described in words!Even if one of his loved ones died before he was born, the other lost his life to give birth to him.

Zhang Qiling was shocked, he avoided, stayed away from the crowd, and used the time alone to adapt to all this.It's okay if he doesn't know, once he knows, the irresistible pain in his heart when he was 16 years old flooded his heart again.

Mother?

He finally recalled this feeling again, that year he held his mother's hand for the first time, and it was also... the last time.

Wu Xie raised her chin, couldn't see Zhang Qiling's face clearly, but could only see the blurred figure of the other party.After standing for a while, he suddenly began to look for the way up to the roof, and when he finally found the way to climb up, Zhang Qiling turned around in response, and he saw some crystal clear things slowly falling from Zhang Qiling's eyes.

Is it rain... or something else...

Wu Xie fell silent, standing on the solid tile and staring at Zhang Qiling, the time passed by, they just looked at each other like this, as if there was no one else in the world.

Until, Zhang Qiling turned his head without warning.

Wu Xie was shocked, and quickly walked a few steps to Zhang Qiling's side. Zhang Qiling was sitting like a statue.Wu Xie knelt down and hugged Zhang Qiling, her hands tightly wrapped around the other's shoulders, and her face was next to the other's cold neck.

"Zhang Qi Ling……"

Zhang Qiling's back was stiff, and after a long time, he slowly curled up into a ball in Wu Xie's arms.