Chapter 891： : Prayer Rules

The next day.

The sky was grey, and there was light dripping rain.

February has passed. From the solar terms, it is said that Lichun has passed. A cemetery on the outskirts of Kejinguancheng does not have the solar terms to show the spring back to the earth.

Pieces of tombstones were lined up, and the colors were also gray.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing traveled this morning and wore plain clothes. Zhu Qing was wearing a black shirt and black women's trousers, holding a black umbrella in his hand, carrying Xia Yu, and standing quietly on one of the inconspicuous ones. In front of the tombstone.

There is no inscription on the tomb of XX, but a simple and heavy "Xia".

"Sister, I came to see you."

Zhu Qing placed a bunch of white flowers under the tombstone, clamped the umbrella handle with the shoulder socket, folded his palms together, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and mourned and remembered.

Her expression was dull, no sorrow.

Perhaps, time has already washed away the pain of this loved one's death. The so-called time is the best antidote in the world, that's all.

Xia Yu talks to the "parents" who have never met? Before he came, he didn't care about this feeling. Even if he truly integrated into this identity and regarded himself as a member of the Xia family, his parents' shadow did not have much weight in his heart, or that it did not exist at all.

however.

At this time on this rainy day, looking at this Xiazi tombstone, I was inexplicably in a throbbing mood.

For a moment, Zhu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

She glanced at another bunch of flowers placed under the tombstone, her lips slightly raised a smile, "It seems that the old guy came to the graveyard to see her son before leaving."

That old guy is naturally Xia Qing.

Zhu Qing was not surprised at Xia Yu's demeanor, neither worship nor mourning at Leng Station. On the contrary, she understood very well and said, "Ayu, isn't she strange?"

A wry smile spread across his face.

"Parents or something, I haven't seen it since the memo. Voices and looks are not there. They may be flatter characters than passers-by in your eyes, just like paper people." She said softly .

The old man was very stubborn and never told Xia Yu about his past. Even he didn't even have a picture of his son and his wife.

It is estimated that the old man wanted to come up with something that makes people's hearts soften.

"I have a few photos here..."

Zhu Qing was about to turn over the bag he brought with him. Who knows, with a loud bang, the teenager with a slack expression on his side for a few minutes, slowly knelt down and sat on the aisle of the cemetery. Because of the rain, the floor was inevitably slippery and cold. Zhu Qing said, "I have pads here, you take them."

"no need."

A quieter voice than usual.

The teenager sat down on his knees, palms folded together, like a supplicant under a god's image, and gave him a serious and pious face.

Piety?

That's right, it seems to be praying for faith, not to mourn the deceased parents.

Zhu Qing was stunned.

"Go." For a moment, the teenager opened his eyes and got up.

"Um..." Zhu Qing answered.

Just like raindrops floating in the sky, quietly, the two came quietly when they came, and their footsteps were lightened, as if afraid of disturbing the sleepers here.

Passing by a relatively large cemetery.

This cemetery was obviously bought early by a rich and wealthy family, surrounded by fences, a funeral was being carried out silently, and a cluster of black umbrellas could be seen in the garden. When Xia Yu and Zhu Qing came this morning, they met people attending the funeral.

At this time the funeral was over, and the choking family members were whispered in a low voice, and were sent to a black car.

Several young men in black suits with sad faces, after being escorted away from the car, parked outside the cemetery at a loss.

"Master... really gone?"

"It's gone."

"What should I do with Piaoxianglou! I can't do it without Master in the kitchen!"

"Why did Master promise to eat such a cruel halberd? The halberd that kills people is backward, foolish, and dark. It has long been banned by the authorities. Why did Master go to the meeting!"

A young man felt that the sky had collapsed, fell to his knees, and cried in silence.

For these apprentices and disciples, in the inheritance of factions, the chair on the top floor is broken and disappeared, so their world will also fall apart.

no doubt.

No matter what restaurant or restaurant, the chef who lost his first name is predictable!

Xia Yu walked by and gave a glimpse to several dazed youths.

Get on the bus outside the cemetery.

Zhu Qing put away the black umbrella, photographed Xia Yu and himself for the water droplets on his shoulders, and sat straight in the driver's seat, inserted the key, a fire, and the car had a slight engine vibration.

"Where? Go back to the old house directly?" The black and clear eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

Xia Yu thought deeply and didn't answer. After a while, she raised her head and smiled and said, "Aunt Qing, did my parents die like that?"

"……Ok?"

Zhu Qingliu frowned, "Why suddenly ask this?"

Her heart beat.

Who knows that Xia Yu didn't go into the details and continued to laugh: "I, I was actually praying for the divine law of halberd."

"There are losses and wins."

"There is life and death."

"On that table, everything is clear!"

That being said, Xia Yu lowered her eyes slightly And even if she was unfortunately defeated, it was also due to the lack of strength. I think those dead will only leave with regret and unwillingness, not resentment and anger. "

Zhu Qing opened his mouth, "A Yu, life and death eating halberd has been banned!"

"I know, it's just a metaphor...and if it's forbidden, is it really forbidden? There are always dark corners that are less than bright." Xia Yu smiled and touched her heart before seeing the tombstone in the cemetery. His throbbing, still in his heart, his eyes suddenly deepened, with a trace of different colors that made Zhu Qing tremble. Descendants and inheritors can safely accept it, and things in this world are often so cyclical!"

He suddenly stopped, "Go to Lan!"

"Lan's?"

"Which Lan's in the land of Shu?" Xia Yu laughed, "Let's visit the old monster Lan Fengxian, I have something to trust him!"

Zhu Qing returned from a slightly trance state, and looked down at the steering wheel in his hand, but in his heart there was an unsteady wave, "Ayu, are you going to'fight'?"

There is a hint of relief in the eyes, more worry and worry.

...

"The hand of God?"

The imperial capital, Baiyulou.

Contrary to the ancient chess game, set your own game, entertain yourself, let go of the chess game, and wander in the indoor for a while.

Quietly.

Since the lover Ye Feizhou reported something to him an hour ago, Zhu Ji couldn't sit still.

Few people can remember the real name of this leader.

Euphorbia.

Compared with his own name, the whole Chinese community is more willing to call a title that represents his cooking skills and status-the leader.

In a sense, the "leader" is also a position.

He is in charge of the Chinese food industry.