beg for chivalry

The noon sun was hanging in the sky, and the surrounding fields seemed to be glowing with bright white light.

Jin Wu found a shovel with a broken handle in the open field, dug a deep hole under the crabapple tree, and solemnly put the old man's body in it.

He wiped Jin Zhen's head and face clean with a veil, closed his eyes, and changed into an unpawned, fairly neat linen shirt from the dusty courtyard.The shadows of the trees whirled, and the pink and white petals fell like tears, falling on them one after another.

Jin Wu held the shovel for a long time, but he still couldn't bear to fill the hole with sand.He sat down next to the tree, his eyes lingering on his grandfather's face, unwilling to let go of it.

The courtyard is dilapidated and deep, only the melodious singing of Yingying can be heard, and the rustling of the wind.In an instant, it was empty and empty, and there was no one to breathe, but it was narrow and narrow, and could not accommodate great ecstasy and sorrow.Sitting among them, Jin Wu felt suddenly separated from the world and alone.

He was single again.

During the time when Hou Tianlou died and was born, he once thought about whether his blood relatives still existed in this world, as if this reverie was a kind of consolation.Now he has got his wish, but everything is just like a snap of his fingers, and he has not even tasted the joy of reunion, but has already ushered in long-term regret and pain.

Jin Wu looked at the blue sky.He suddenly realized that Zuo Buzheng's request for him to return to Jiading was definitely not a kind charity, but a vicious measure.

If he hadn't discovered Jin Zhen's identity, he might have regarded him as a crazy old beggar and killed him mercilessly.And if Jin Zhen hadn't realized that he was the Golden Crow, he might have used his iron palms to torture him to death.From the very beginning she's been aiming at cannibalism instead of their happy reunion.

General Zhen Guo was such a loyal person for the country, so he should be so disappointed in him.And in his despair, he will definitely decide that Houtianlou is the only place to go and return.

Jin Wu stood up, held the shovel, and slowly filled the hole with soil.The dust fell on the old man's knees and feet, gradually submerging his skinny limbs in the loess.

"Grandfather. I've never heard you speak before."

"I always love to fight against you. Even if I was beaten by you, I will fight against you. I have never been convinced in my heart. Sometimes I think: Why is this old man disciplining people? Why should I do everything? According to your temperament? You want me to uphold the good way, so I have to do it?"

"But now, I want to hear what you have to say," Jin Wu murmured. "...It's already too late."

Why did he realize that Jin Zhen is a kind person only now?After the death of his parents, this old man had a very strong backbone, and he was obviously injured from the battlefield. After he became an official, he still refused to take half of his salary, let alone the two stones of rice provided by the court, and would rather be despised by others. The old beggar, who was ridiculed by others, got two skins to satisfy his hunger.

Jin Zhen didn't want to leave the Jin Mansion and Jiading, because he was waiting for his grandson's soul to return to his hometown, and wanted to guard the people of Jiading in his old age.

The knife wound on his chest hurts faintly, but the pain in his heart is even worse.Jin Wu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to fill the grave.

Every time he filled a shovel of soil, he solemnly knelt down and knocked his head back.Unknowingly, the sky is full of the afterglow of the setting sun. At dusk and sunset, the green grass and the river are dyed red, and the returning swallows are flying with the light catkins. It is obviously the time of Chenchun, but this place is as desolate and melancholy as late autumn.

At this time, a stone suddenly hit the back of his head.

Jin Wu raised his head and caught a glimpse of the stone thrower out of the corner of his eye.It was the group of children who often jumped over the walls to mock the old beggars in the streets and alleys.When they saw the old beggar lying in the pit with his eyes tightly closed, their faces changed drastically and they shouted:

"You... who are you!"

"What's wrong with the crazy old man, he's motionless." "Hey! Get up! Why can't you get up after sleeping in the pit?"

In the pit, the old man's face was cold and ashen, and it seemed that he was still alive.The little dolls panicked. They never expected that the person they met every day would be killed. They were panicked and sweated profusely.

Another stone hit Jin Wu's head, and someone shouted tremblingly, "Why are you burying him?"

"People are buried only when they are dead. Is the crazy old man dead?"

"Did you kill him, did you kill him?"

The children chattered like chattering crows.Jin Wu heard the panic in their words, people always like to cover up the panic in their hearts with many words, he has seen many people who are dying, so he naturally understands the reason.He got up silently and stuck the shovel into the soil.

Seeing his actions like this, a little doll cried "Wow".They don't know good and evil, don't think bullying is too much, and don't feel guilty about making fun of old men in the past.They were just afraid, afraid of this strange man standing like a stone tablet in front of the tomb.

Someone shouted, "I haven't seen you! Get out of Jiading!"After saying that, a few more stones flew in, and these few stones seemed to arouse everyone's resentment, so the sharp stones rained down on his back, some knocked on his forehead, scratched his skin, leaving a few Dao blood marks.

Jin Wu picked up the Raksha ghost mask thrown at his feet, slowly put it on his face, and turned around.

At that moment, the children were speechless, looking at the ghost's face with trembling fear.In the setting sun, the ghost's face had a desolate red color, as if Fang had just emerged from a bath of blood.Jin Wu uttered words calmly, each word seemed to carry a weight of weight:

"I killed people, get out."

Before the words were finished, the children were already frightened out of their wits, and fell down the wall like birds and beasts in a blink of an eye.The name of Rakshasa in black is really useful, and the Jianghu Orders posted by the Wumeng even let the children in the neighborhood know what the biggest villain in the world looks like.

After a long time, Jin Wu dropped the mask, knelt down, grabbed a handful of loess, and brought it to Jin Zhen's corpse.He hesitated again and again, but still gritted his teeth and sprinkled the sand on the old man's face.

The dust and sand gradually covered Jin Zhen's face, burying his smile and the past deeply in the soil.But sadness cannot be erased or washed away. It will only become stronger and stronger like old wine.

Under the crabapple tree stood a small dirt bag, ugly and lonely.Time has always been the most vicious sharp edge, which can cleanse people's past.It won't take many years, and the grass will be lush here. No one knows who lived here, and who died here.

Jin Wu dug out a bottle of medicinal wine from the accompanying sundries, poured it on the soil bag, drank a few sips by himself, and then spit it out because it tasted bad. The medicinal wine made by Sanniang was never easy to swallow.He held the pottery bottle for a long time, then suddenly tilted his neck and poured it down. The hot wine was like a sharp knife, cutting the already shattered inside and dripping with blood.

Finally, he did one thing. He removed the padlock of the firewood room, cut off the dead branches in the yard, and piled them up.Huo Qi left him a lot of nitrous bottles and some sulfur powder. He looked at the direction of the wind and threw the torch into the firewood.Houtianlou may come again, and at that time, his grandfather's bones may be dug up, or he may be made to suffer and despair in the most despicable way, so he can't leave a way out.

The fire started quickly, and the bright flames jumped up the bamboo mud walls, small green tiles, lacquered wooden doors, vermilion stone steps, crabapple trees and green plum blossoms crackling in an instant, and the sound of collapse and decay was heard everywhere.The sky was bright red, the heat wave was steaming, and Jin Mansion was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Everything in the past is burning in flames.Jin Wu stood in front of the flame waves, his eyes were like an ancient well without waves, peaceful and dead, but hidden the stormy waves.

The flames made him blood red.He looked up and saw faint stars flickering above his head, like a dying candle in the desolate night, and like a lost ship in the dark sea.

"Grandpa, if you want me to live, I will live."

Jin Wu grasped the sword in his hand and murmured.

"From now on, I have neither a way forward nor a way back. ... I am not afraid of death, so how can I be afraid of living alone."

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Happy New Year’s Day w This article was written from 18 years to 19 years and then to 20 years. It’s really long and long. Haha, thank you for your company.