Blooming ruins

Life at two o'clock and one line, taking care of big and small things in the black street during the day, and spending time with Dieyan at night.Looking at her growing belly day by day, her waist, which is no longer slender, always feels heavy.Put your hand over the child and feel him squirm slightly.

"Jiuji, you don't pay any attention to daddy when he comes."

Yanqing and Dieyan were lying on the bed, Yanqing seemed to be talking to himself, talking to the unborn child, showing a childish look from time to time.

Coax Dieyan to sleep every night, but never stay overnight.

He quietly went back to his own room and didn't know what he was doing, but I heard that the light in his room always went out very late.

"Brother Ji!! Crack!"

There was a loud slap on Ji Hui's back, and Yan Qing's hand slapped him firmly.Silently, he glanced at the boss behind him who seemed to be in high spirits.

I saw nothing, I didn't know him.

While muttering, he ignored him and walked forward.

"Hey! Let's rebel tonight!"

"Yeah!"

Ji Hui definitely wouldn't be so excited, of course it was He Xing who made the noise

Yanqing walked over and picked up his ear.

"Honestly, sit in your quasi-heir position!"

Then decisively let go and kicked him aside forcefully.

"Well, let's go."

Ji Hui has become much quieter recently, and he is no longer the scolding hooligan he used to be.Let him go, that's fine, He Xing can still rely on someone when he is still young.After going crazy all night, the next day, during the day, he suddenly announced that he would give up his position as the boss of the black street and let He Xing take the stage.This commotion was not small, but most of it was suppressed by Yanqing, and the small group also began to applaud in admiration after watching He Xing's performance on the martial arts arena.This was the only time that Yan Qing was not in the middle of the martial arts stage, he just sat on the grand teacher's chair in the open space below the stage, smiling and admiringly looking at He Xing, who was in full bloom.

No one knew why he didn't pass on his unborn child, and no one dared to ask him what he had said: This child was born clean.Any secular person wandering around in the rivers and lakes is not qualified to touch him, not even mention it in words.

Three months later, in the early morning of Yanqing and Dieyan's room, there was a loud cry of a baby, and the midwife ran over with a happy face and said it was a boy, saying that both mother and child were extremely healthy and safe.

Ji Hui stood next to Yanqing, watching his dark blue mouth slightly curled up, his bloodshot eyes also showed a rare smile, but within two days, bad news came: Die, the wife of the former leader of the Black Street, Yan died suddenly beside her husband due to extreme weakness during childbirth. The former leader Yanqing personally buried Die Yan's body, and took her son's memory away from the Jianghu to retreat.

Before leaving, Yanqing changed into a long green gown, and hugged the infant child.Standing at the end of the black street, he took a deep look at Ji Hui and He Xing who were seeing him off, "Thank you. I, Yanqing, was born in a black street, and will die in a black street."

This last sentence has been memorized by generations of leaders of the Black Street; Yanqing is admired by thousands of people in the Black Street.

But only Ji Hui knows that it is only the person with the title of Yanqing who cares about the life and death of the black street, not him in front of him.And the him in front of him, life after life, for only one person.But that person, he no longer remembers him in his mind.

He really doesn't know how to take care of children

Memorial cried, but I don't know why; Memorial laughed, but I don't know why he was happy.Ji Ji was hungry, so he had no choice but to get out of the car and buy him a bowl of gruel, and then dipped his fingers in it and fed him a little bit.

Every time he sees Memorial's wrinkled face from crying, he will think, when will this bear boy grow up to be six years old, so that I can experience what Qin Yi looked like when he took care of me back then.

At that time, he should be younger than me now, probably fourteen or fifteen years old.

Then thinking about Yanqing, he nodded his head in admiration, and pulled Memorial's face

"Your father's vitality was really tenacious back then, and it was not easy to not be played to death by your mother. So, you have to follow your father's example, and don't suddenly die for me one day."

Memorial's mouth couldn't be squeezed, so tears trickled down his eyes.

They traveled by car for almost a month, and finally arrived at a very remote place, Yanqing holding a souvenir, followed by the driver.The place where they are located is a cemetery, and there is a very new and small child's coffin in the middle of each grave.

The hand holding the child tightened a little bit, and the excessive force made Ji Ji hurt.The childish cries shocked the world.Without looking at the child, Yanqing bent down, and very lightly put the crying and trembling child into the coffin.It was as gentle as before he strangled his wife who was peacefully lying in his arms.Staring at the child's blushing cheeks, he slowly closed the lid of the coffin, and put the small coffin into the hole already dug.A pile of earth covered it, and the voice of the child inside the coffin was almost inaudible. Yanqing stood by the new mound of earth for a long, long time.

At last he turned, and as he passed the coachman he said only a few words

Children like to drink millet porridge.

I just want to hear that the child will call the master

He also said a person's name

秦仪

He walked straight through without pausing.Only a slightly trembling hoarse voice reached the coachman's ears.After Yanqing completely moved away, the coachman looked at the small tomb with trepidation, got on his horse and ran away as if fleeing.

madman!They are all lunatics!

Because he saw just now, behind the mound of graves, a black figure suddenly jumped down from the treetops.