Chu Jingyao stepped on the bluestone raindrops, a black umbrella covering her head, and walked towards the mountainside. The rain curtain formed millions of silver threads, covering this square.

Si Rong'er followed Chu Jingyao and looked at the halfway up the mountain. Her brows immediately frowned slightly and said vigilantly: "Sister Jingyao, there is someone above."

Chu Jingyao said: "It should be no malice."

"Um."

Si Rong'er responded, even so, still holding a dagger in her arms tightly. She couldn't notice the woman squatting on the ground, but the old man standing behind her gave her an unprecedented sense of crisis. The world is so big, there are too many ordinary people. The first feeling that the old man gave people was ordinary, but he stood in the rain with an umbrella holding a motionless umbrella, and it was like a thousand-year-old tree, exuding the quaint and vicissitudes of life.

Tatta...

The rain fell on the stone tablet, and on the stone steps, like sad silver needles falling into the heart. Chu Jingyao and Si Rong'er came close to him. The old servant, who was still, raised his head and looked at them through a layer of rain. He was really old, with deep wrinkles on his face, sparse hair, and bright eyes.

The old servant's eyes flashed across Chu Jingyao's face. Facing a beautiful woman who was walking in his eyes, he was not surprised or nostalgic. In front of such an old man with no waves and a pine temperament, perhaps everything in this world is indifferent, including seven emotions and six desires, birth, old age, sickness and death. However, when his eyes fell on Si Rong'er, a cold flashed through his bright eyes.

The murderous aura spread along the old man's feet. The rain curtain in front of him seemed to sense the cold breath, and the falling speed increased, making the rain curtain look even more misty.

Tat...

The old man raised his foot and was about to walk towards Chu Jingyao and Si Rong'er. He was wearing a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, but the sound of him on the ground under him was sonorous.

"Grandpa Tu, they are my friends." Song Xinyi, who was squatting on the ground and crying, stood up at this time. Her voice was calm and her eyes looked at Chu Jingyao with a sad and ecstasy.

"Yes, Miss."

The old servant agreed to stop and stood beside Song Xinyi with a slightly hunched back.

Chu Jingyao walked over with a calm expression and said, "Miss Song, thank you for coming to see him."

Song Xinyi smiled, and the bitterness in this smile was mixed with the world. "Thank me? He has been lying under here. I'll meet him for the last time. He won't belong to anyone anymore. I don't have to feel sad all the time, nor do I have to always compare myself with you inadvertently...

Chu Jingyao, you should hate me. Your man lives in my heart. I have thought about his future and thought selfishly that it would be better if you were not in this world. Maybe I could be more open and show up next to him."

Chu Jingyao's face was calm. She walked to Song Xinyi, took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Song Xinyi's face moved slightly, and the old servant next to her narrowed his eyes and stared at Chu Jingyao as sharp as a knife. Si Rong'er was also staring at this old servant vigilantly. As long as the other party made a strange move, she would immediately pull out the knife and jump over.

Chu Jingyao wiped away Song Xinyi's tears, and a desolate smile was placed on the corner of her mouth, "If a person is really gone, no matter how many tears shed, it is useless. We have all heard many truths, such as the saying that when the person we like stands in front of us, all we can do is cherish it. Let me live for decades and have few youth. It is the power of no one. What reason do I have to hate you?"

Song Xinyi's face was moved, and her big flashing eyes looked at Chu Jingyao incredibly, "You, you really don't hate me? What I like is your man, he is your man!"

Chu Jingyao turned around, gently rubbing the photo on the stone tablet, "I, Chu Jingyao, is born with a beautiful nature, and grows in this world with a halo of pride. If he was just a mortal, I might have kept him by my side. Even if I am the business queen of this city outside, I would be willing to be the petite lady beside him when I return home, but he is not a mortal. He is a man who stands tall and upright. He went to Zhonggang City alone and unified the chaotic and uneasy underground world of Zhonggang City for a hundred years. He was in trouble for his friends, and for me and my children, he could even not even have his life...

But these are not all of him. He unified the entire underground world of Liaojiang Province, followed by Jisen Province, and then Heihe Province. He was furious and broke the rivers and lakes of Dongshan Province. In this process, no matter how much danger he experienced, he would never let me know that even if the outside world was raining heavily and there was a knife in the sky, he would just bear it alone. Every time he appeared in front of me and my children, he looked like a sunny and smiling face.

In this world, there are countless men who have been splendid throughout the ages and the vast world. There are only five years of history of China. There is no one who has a confidante beside the hero. Some things are not that I don’t care about or that I can see them easily. But when your man is excellent enough, there will always be beautiful beside him. If I, Chu Jingyao, is a petty woman in this world, be worried and scared every day, and if my temples are whitened, I will be confused by myself."

Chu Jingyao's fingers rubbed Lin Kun in the photo, and her expression was surprisingly quiet at this moment.

Song Xinyi looked at Chu Jingyao, and the sadness turned into astonishment, but she quickly calmed down again. If she put herself in her shoes and put herself in Chu Jingyao's position, she might have the same idea as her. China has been in the five hundred years, and there are so many stories about heroes and beauties, but which hero is not surrounded by beautiful women...

At the foot of the mountain, a graceful figure appeared in the rain again. Xie Banruo, accompanied by the big insect, quietly looked at the direction of the mountain. The big insect whispered: "Miss, are we going up?"

Xie Banruo hesitated and finally gave up, "Let's go, no name, no distinction, just take a look at me, what can I do? Please remember it for me in the future. Every year today, I will come here to pay a glass of wine to the loess. Until when I can meet a man who makes me happy, I will not come again."

"Miss, this..."

The big cuckoo wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said: "There are tens of thousands of men in the world. Why do the lady have a special liking for him? I, the big cuckoo, are a rough man, but I understand one thing: If this person is gone, it is useless, even if he can't let go."

Xie Banruo turned around and glared at Dacheng. Dacheng knew that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately expressed his nervous expression. The lady's personality was changeable. Even if he didn't say this, maybe after the afternoon tea today, the lady would return to Dongshan Province like nothing happened. But after his words, he made the lady unhappy.

Xie Panru smiled and said, "Big Bug, what you said makes sense, but do you know how difficult it is for a man who can make me appreciate from the bottom of my heart. If he is still living in this world, even if he wants to compete with Chu Jingyao for beauty, I will have a place in his heart..."

Before she finished speaking, the big worm began to wink at her, and lowered her voice: "Miss, someone is here... Isn't the funeral over? Why are all these people back?"
Chapter completed!