Warm and cold room

. Then he asked Dai Xue: "Do you want to see it?"I have written it and I can show it to you first. "

Dai Xue shook her head, lowered her eyes and said, "No."

Xiao Hui's pen stopped in mid-air, and suddenly remembered that he still couldn't forget to kill himself to avenge his father, how could he learn martial arts from himself again?He asked for the antidote for him on his own initiative, and he would rather die than ask for it, and he can't ask him to be grateful in return in the future, and there is no way to resolve this hatred.He stopped talking and buried his head to continue writing.When Xiao Hui wrote the third watch, he only finished a quarter of it. When he looked up and saw Dai Xue was still sitting there, Xiao Hui asked again: "Why aren't you sleeping? I forgot that Miracle Doctor Cui said that you can't be tired, you need to rest more?"

Dai Xue said, "I can't sleep when you light the candles."

Xiao Hui hurriedly put away the pen and paper, took off his coat, went to bed and blew out the candles.In the darkness, Dai Xue was heard tossing and turning on the opposite bed, obviously sleeping extremely restlessly.Xiao Hui asked in a low voice: "You still can't sleep?"

Dai Xue only hummed, which was regarded as an answer.

Xiao Hui made up his mind to ignore him. In the cave, he could still hug him to sleep and tell him stories, but now he can't... After a while, he heard the spring rain falling outside the window. Suddenly turning over and sitting up, Xiao Hui thought he was going to get up at night, but Dai Xue opened the door and walked out.Surprised, Xiao Hui hurriedly got up and followed out, only to see Dai Xue standing in the corridor outside the door, leaning on the railing to watch the raindrops dancing in the air.

The rain gradually became heavier, and thousands of rain threads were densely woven into a huge rain curtain between the sky and the earth.Rainwater dripped down the eaves in strings and fell on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, ticking like weeping.Dai Xue was only wearing unlined clothing, with the skirts half open, and the night wind blew in gusts, shaking her clothes.Afraid that he would catch a cold, Xiao Hui went into the room to get a coat, gently put it on him, stood with him for a while, and gently persuaded him: "It's raining heavily, it's cold outside, go back to the house."

Dai Xue turned his back to him, looked at the distance through the rain curtain, and suddenly said: "It's almost Qingming Festival?" How can he talk about this?Suddenly Dai Xue turned around and faced Xiao Hui with a hesitant expression, "Xiao Hui, there is something I want..."

"What's the matter?" Xiao Hui wondered.

"I...I want to visit my father's grave." Dexter paused, but still said it.

Xiao Hui didn't expect what he said, and suddenly thought of Dai Shiheng's various evil deeds before his death. Although he had killed his enemy, that kind of hatred has not been forgotten until now. It's unreasonable to accompany him to visit his enemy's grave by himself!Just about to categorically refuse, Dai Xue raised her head, and there was a hint of pleading in her eyes.Xiao Hui was stunned, this gaze was too familiar, it had appeared in dreams countless times... "No!" The word came to Xiao Hui's mouth, but he couldn't say it anyway, it only turned into a deep sigh, far away. Floating far away in the night sky...

"Xiao Hui, these past few years, I..." Dai Xue hesitated to speak, hesitating what to say next.

36 Deja vu

Dai Xue hasn't visited his father's grave since he went to Youming Mountain Villa. He originally wanted to pay homage to his father after revenge, but this place is not far from his hometown. Suddenly, I really want to go back to my hometown to have a look. Although I have no relatives, I can still cry at my father’s grave... Although Dai Xue knew that begging the murderer of his father and enemy to allow him to go to the grave was extremely absurd, he was emotional Zhong still opened his mouth in the hope of just in case, and now he is walking with Xiao Hui, without his consent, he would definitely not be able to go.

"Okay," Xiao Hui compromised without waiting for him to continue, scolding himself for being useless.If Dai Xue's tone was tough, she might be hard enough to refuse, but Dai Xue begged softly.After killing his father in front of him, Xue'er never begged for anything from herself, even if she was tortured to death by the cold poison at that time, she refused to say a word.He was willing to beg to himself, even if he went up the mountain of knives and down the pan of oil, he would not frown, let alone just going to the grave, how could he refuse?Besides, although Dai Shiheng is his enemy, he is his father after all, "I can take you there, but you can go to the grave by yourself, I can't accompany you." Xiao Hui suddenly thought that his mother's grave is not far from here, so he should go Look at mother.

A hint of gratitude appeared on Dai Xue's face, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you!"

Xiao Hui felt sore, as if he saw him when he was a child again. When she was a child, Xueer was shy and shy, without the domineering and arrogance of the rich family. Every time he did something for him, like making a kite or making a clay figurine, he would Thank you with a red face.Xiao Hui stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, "Don't say thank you, never say thank you to me." He entered the room with Dai Xue in his arms, helped him to bed, sat on the edge of the bed, held his hand, and said "Go to sleep!" The sound of the rain outside the window fluctuated, but Dai Xue's breathing gradually became steady.

When Dai Xue woke up the next day, Xiao Hui was still sitting by the bed, not letting go of his hand, watching him quietly. "You...you didn't sleep?" Dai Xue asked in surprise, he actually stayed with him all night?No wonder the night was peaceful and dreamless...

Xiao Hui smiled: "I have practiced the Tiangang Heart Sutra, so it doesn't matter if I don't sleep for a year or so." Looking at the sky outside, Xiao Hui said again: "The rain won't stop for a while, and I probably won't be able to go today. You rest for a while, I just come to write the Tiangang Heart Sutra."

Sure enough, it rained all day, and in the evening, Xiao Hui finished writing the Tiangang Heart Sutra, asked the shopkeeper for needlework to bind it together, and packed it in a wooden box.Seeing his actions, Dai Xue seemed to want to hide the Tiangang Heart Sutra somewhere, so it was not easy to ask.On the third morning, although the sky cleared, the sky was still overcast.The two continued on the road, turned to the south, and walked for two days. At noon this day, they first arrived at Xiao Hui's mother's cemetery.There is a small town near the cemetery, the town is very small, and it is not yet the time to go to the grave. I walked from the east end to the west end, only to find a seller of joss paper money. Dai Xue and Xiao Hui each bought a copy.

Xiao Hui took the incense paper money and the box containing the Tiangang Heart Sutra to his mother's grave.The simple tomb lay alone at the foot of a hill, with no one around.After kowtowing and burning paper, Xiao Hui dug a hole more than two feet deep in front of the tombstone, put the wooden box in it, sprinkled it with soil, and finally spread a layer of gravel.After burying, there is nothing unusual from the outside.Dai Xueqi said: "Why did you bury the Tiangang Heart Sutra here?" This Tiangang Heart Sutra is the supreme cheat that countless people in the martial arts have dreamed of for decades. it's here.

"It was purely a coincidence that I got the Tiangang Heart Sutra. I am burying it here now, and I hope that someone who is destined can find it and pass it on to future generations. My mother's spirit in the sky will protect it and prevent it from falling into the hands of evil people." Xiao Xiao As Hui said, he gave Dai Xue a meaningful look.

Dai Xue's heart skipped a beat. Only God knows about this matter. Obviously, he said these few words for himself.After a moment of silence, Dai Xue asked: "Only I know about this, are you not afraid that I will tell others?"

Xiao Hui choked, who else could he be talking about besides Shi Jun?He still said calmly on his face: "I once said that if you want to read it, I can show it to you after I finish writing it. If you read it first and then tell others, wouldn't it be the same?"

Dai Xue could hear his trust and entrustment. Although she didn't say it, she thought in her heart, although you are my enemy, I will not reveal this matter to others.Xiao Hui knew that he would not make any promises to himself, so he didn't say any more.It was getting late at this time, the two returned to the town, found an inn to rest, and walked dozens of miles the next day before arriving at the place where Dai Xue's house used to be.

This place is called Chaoyang Town, and it is the most prosperous market town with a radius of tens of miles.The Dai family used to have a large mansion in the town, and they were the most wealthy people in the area.But not long after Dai Shiheng passed away, Dai Xue resold it to someone else.When walking past the house, Dai Xue couldn't help turning her head to take a look. The door was closed tightly, and the vermilion paint on the door had been mottled and peeled off, obviously in disrepair.This is an ancestral property passed down by the family for several generations, but it was destroyed in his own hands. Dai Xue felt a pain in his heart, his eyes were sour, and he could barely move.When Xiao Hui walked to the door, he was also taken aback, he didn't expect to pass by this door!How many painful memories have been recorded in this closed door?His mother's crying, his own screams... all of a sudden they were clearly in his ears.Seeing that Dai Xue didn't stop, Xiao Hui took a few steps forward, then came back and grabbed him and dragged him away. Dai Xue couldn't hold back Xiao Hui, and stared at him angrily without making a sound.

Xiao Hui found an inn to live in, arranged the room, it was noon, the two had lunch, Xiao Hui said to Dai Xue: "Go to the grave by yourself! I'll wait for you in the inn room, you go and come back quickly!"

Dai Xue responded, turned around and walked out. As soon as he got downstairs, Xiao Hui chased him out again: "Wait! It's going to rain outside, take your umbrella!" He said and handed him an oilcloth umbrella, Dai Xue took it silently, and Xiao Hui suddenly asked again: "That man... where is that man's grave?"

Dai Xue was stunned for a moment, but still replied: "Out of the town, go west for five miles, and you will find the graveyard of my ancestors." Xiao Hui didn't ask any further questions, and Dai Xue left alone.

After Dai Xue left, Xiao Hui returned to the room, leaned on the bed, resting his hands on his head, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.He has hardly slept in the past few days, but how can he sleep at this time?Scenes of the past flashed alternately in my mind... On a cold winter night, my mother ran out of Dai Shiheng's room barefoot, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes. In the heavy snow, the young children cried and shouted,