Chapter 538 Commemoration

The news of Luo Dixing's death soon spread to the Luo family.

"Master, this is the battle video at that time." After a purple-clothed subordinate reported, he handed over a jade slip, and stood aside to watch it so that he could explain it at any time.

"The master told us to focus on this person at the beginning. We planned to save him, but the Yinfeng Ridge in the Yinfeng Hell was really terrible. Judging from his situation, most of them were dead and without a complete body."

Luo Mutian silently finished watching the entire video, shook his head, and sighed heavily: "I didn't expect that I was wronged. That kid was so incompetent and died at the hands of Ye Shuo! The money he invested in him could only be regarded as a waste of water."

The subordinate of the Luo family carefully observed the master's expression and asked, "So, do we still have to continue the entrustment to protect his family?"

Luo Mutian angrily frowned: "Since he is dead, there is no need!" He seemed to be in a bad mood. He didn't know which one of the losses of a magic crystal card was more angry with him.

Luo Chenxing was also with him, and smiled mysteriously at this time: "The amount of the magic crystal card I gave him back was not low... Since he took the initiative to give us the address, how about it, what if he landed it on his family?"

"...I will pay the money for him."

Luo Mutian was still thinking, and a faint voice suddenly sounded in front of the hall.

Ruan Shi walked in slowly, his eyes shining straight, almost as if his soul was not.

The video just now was played in projection form, and Ruan Shi could see it clearly outside the door.

At that moment, a piece of his long-term faith also died.

From that video, he could clearly feel all the unwillingness and resentment of Luo Dixing. He tried his best to take a turn, but the turn still did not appear in the end. He could only watch the arrival of death like that...

No one can help him, no one can save him. When he was most desperate, he could do nothing. Then, after he died, taking on the debt for him may be the only thing he could do for him.

Luo Chenxing glanced at him with contempt: "You are just living in our house now, where do you get the salary?"

Ruan Shi begged: "Please, please! I can do two jobs, I will definitely pay it off until I pay it off! Don't bother his family anymore, please." At the end of his speech, he bowed slowly.

Although it is common to see the master nodding and bowing at the Luo family, it is normal to see him. However, this time it is the heaviest.

Luo Chenxing still looked disdainful. Seeing that his father nodded, he reluctantly responded: "Okay, okay. There are really friends like you who are loyal to the dead."

***

At the foot of the Dingtian Mountains, there is a remote mountain village.

Ruan Shi followed the address he stayed in the Luo family registration book and found it all the way.

He just wanted to go and see Luo Dixing's family. At the same time, Ruan Shi didn't want them to hear about his death from those malicious people in the future.

Standing in front of the dilapidated small thatched hut in the corner of the village, Ruan Shi raised his hand to knock on the door. The dilapidated door panel seemed to break if it hit a little heavier, and cracks spread. There were a few pieces of barely filled cotton wool stuck inside, but the cotton wool had long shrunk. In winter, I don’t know how much air leakage would be.

Before coming here, Ruan Shi had made a scheming all the way. But when he was really standing here, he suddenly felt that he couldn't say anything.

At the same time, there is always a sense of innocence in his mind. Why did a good person die like this? Not long ago, they had drunk, chatted together, and talked about lofty ideals. At that time, he was still fine, why... he was gone if he said nothing?

Thinking of the old things, Ruan Shi's eyes were red again. For some reason, he suddenly lost the courage and was about to turn around and escape, when the dilapidated wooden door opened with a creaking sound.

Standing in front of the door was an old man who looked till old. Every wrinkle on his face was full of the wind and frost of time, and his eyes were filled with alertness to strangers. Next to him, a little boy with a white and jade was lying his head curiously.

"Who are you looking for?"

Ruan Shi stared at the father and son in a daze. After a while, he came to his senses. He hurriedly suppressed the sourness in his heart and replied: "I...I am the friend of Senior Brother Luo Dixing. It's him... Let me take a look at yours." As he said, he slightly raised a basket in his hand. It was the gift he had specially selected for his condolences in Dingtian City.

Hearing his son's name, the alert in Old Man Luo's eyes disappeared instantly, and replaced by an unprecedented bright smile, which made the corners of his eyes and eyebrows open. This smile even made the wrinkles on his face much less. But such a smile seemed a little sad to Ruan Shi now.

"Come in quickly. The child had never had a friend to visit his house before, you were the first one." He moved his stiff legs and awkwardly welcomed Ruan Shi in.

It was this first time that he was confused and ran around the room. He was sometimes preparing tea for Ruan Shi, and sometimes he remembered that he should clean up the house first. "It's dirty and messy, and I showed a joke to my son's friends." After working hard for a long time, he remembered to take the basket from Ruan Shi, "You are really here, you're here, what gifts are there?"

"...Uncle, no need to worry, I'll sit down and leave." Ruan Shi felt that every word he said was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

And now he was also looking around. This room really reflected poverty to the extreme, with air leakage on all sides, wet and narrow. There was only one room in total, all the debris were piled up in various corners, and even half of the small wooden beds occupied, and there was no place to settle in the room.

The only furniture in the house is probably just a wooden table with cracks on all sides, with a few bowls with edges placed on the table. The height of the wooden table is low and there are a few broken straw mats on both sides. When the family eats, they probably just sit on the ground just to save money on those chairs.

Old Man Luo hurriedly put away the bowls and chopsticks, and made a special trip to wipe one of the straw mats, then pulled Ruan Shi to sit down by the table, and brought another bowl of turbid tea. There was both excitement and a bit of caution. Ruan Shi knew that this old man in the country was doing his best to entertain guests. He was really scared and would embarrass his son in front of his friends.

Ruan Shi took a sip of tea silently. It was the bitterest tea he had ever drunk in his life. There was still a pile of stone residue mixed in the tea leaves, but when placed in this home, this may be a rare thing they are reluctant to take a sip during festivals.

Speaking of which, although he had been with Luo Dixing for many years, he had never been to his home. He did not expect that Luo Dixing, who was always superior to others in the Dingtian Mountains, had grown up in such an environment.

Although his family is not much better, his father is an elder in the sect. He has always had no worries about food and clothing. It seems that he is really not qualified to discuss poverty with Luo Dixing.

Ruan Shi was really not in the mood to drink that bowl of tea. But in order not to make Old Man Luo feel that he despised his hospitality, he still bit the bullet and drank it sipped. Seeing that he was satisfied with the drink, Old Man Luo kept sitting next to him and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, my son is really willful. I know that he must have caused a lot of troubles outside and offended many people, and I can't control him. You are his friend, so I have to trouble you in the future and help you take care of him more."

"...In fact, Senior Brother Luo has always been taking care of me." Ruan Shi said sincerely. In the Dingtian Mountains, the identity of Luo Dixing's friend alone had already solved a lot of trouble for him.

Old Man Luo nodded with relief. In his opinion, this was just Ruan Shi saying polite words. All the children in the countryside are so sensible and know how to behave better than their sons, but they all sincerely respect their sons. Perhaps, this is what those children usually talk about "friendship between men".

When he met his son's friend for the first time, Old Man Luo Tan Xingdao actually kept holding Ruan Shi and chatted for several hours. Most of the conversations were interesting things about Luo Dixing from childhood to adulthood. Just like every father who showed off his son, only when talking about his son, there was a light of pride in his eyes.

Even though he was just a farmer who was rushing to farm in the countryside, his two sons were the best gifts given to him by God. Because of them, he felt that he even lived a more fulfilling life than the king. He spent most of his life to raise them, and he believed that his son would definitely have a future. When he was old, he would definitely enjoy the blessings of his children and grandchildren.

Ruan Shi felt less and less happy when he heard these happy memories and longings. A spell flashed repeatedly in his mind: "But he is no longer here..."

"This child is really strong in personality. When he was a child, he never acted coquettishly, nor did he cry when he fell. He always said that he wanted to become stronger, so he had to first use the standards of a strong man to demand himself. But sometimes, I really hope he can be more sticky to me."

"He never made friends like a decent person, because he always likes to be the boss and likes others to listen to him. However, he is really loyal to his younger brother. When something happens, he will definitely protect them to the end. So the children also respect him very much. Later I thought, maybe this is their unique way of expressing friendship."

"But he is no longer here..." Ruan Shi felt bitter in his heart. Even though the tears had already hurt his eyes, he could not show any sadness. Facing the enthusiastic old man Luo, he forced his smile again and again, trying to pretend that everything would really get better and better.

"Later, he grew up and became more and more beautiful as he grew up. This was also his mother. So he began to like girls. For parents, it was already very satisfying to know that the children they loved wholeheartedly and there were many people in this world who also loved him."

"I remember a girl came to help with housework every now and then in order to get close to him. She was really a good girl. But once when he came back, I didn't know what he said, so she made the girl so angry that she ran away. Alas, I wanted to beat him with slippers, but in the end I couldn't bear to give up."

"Since he was young, I really didn't touch him a single finger. As long as I saw him standing in front of me safely, what else can't be forgiven? I can't bear to hurt him any little!"

"But he is no longer here... You used to try so hard to protect him, but now he is beaten outside and covered in bruises and has no life..." Ruan Shi's hands slowly tightened under the table. In order to restrain his emotions, he tried his best to have blue veins on the back of his hand.

"Maybe in the eyes of many people, he thinks he is a bad boy, but to me, he has always been my pride! And he is really good to his family. But he hasn't contacted his family for a long time recently. I just thought, maybe he is doing something big outside. As soon as I think that he is successful somewhere, I feel very relieved."

"But he is no longer there. The person you are proud of is no longer there..." Ruan Shi really felt that he was wrong this trip. He brought a tragedy that only he knew to this happy family, and pretended to be nothing. This is really a torture.

When Old Man Luo said this, he suddenly raised his head: "By the way, do you know his recent situation?"

Ruan Shi was suddenly shocked. How could he say what he knew... But he still couldn't speak if he wanted to fabricate a false message of peace...

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Old Man Luo frowned in confusion. The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Just as Ruan Shi was looking for an excuse quickly, a wooden carriage model suddenly appeared next to his feet. Judging from the appearance, it was indeed quite realistic. The maker should have spent a lot of effort at the beginning.

The child I saw at the door before, Luo Dixing's younger brother Xiaoxing, was pushing the trolley carriage vigorously on the ground. He raised his bright smile and pulled his sleeves, cheering: "Car! Car! Big Brother, look, it's a little carriage! It was made by my brother and I at the beginning!"

Ruan Shi's nose was sore again, and he also smiled bitterly in his heart. He really couldn't think of what would happen if Luo Dixing would accompany his younger brother to do woodworking... He raised his hand and touched Xiaoxing's head stiffly, forced a smile, and asked, "Xiaoxing, do you like your brother?"

Xiaoxing didn't notice any abnormality in his expression, and a naive smile appeared on the spot: "Of course! I like my brother the most!" When talking about his brother who has always been proud of, he could see a few stars in his eyes.

What appeared in Ruan Shi's mind at this moment was that at the end of the video, Luo Dixing was lying alone in the snow, coughing up blood bite after bite. But no matter how hard he worked, he was still trying hard to breathe.

If it is possible, he will definitely want to return to his family. He doesn't want to die!... But no one can save him.

On that day, Ruan Shi no longer remembered how long he had sat with them, what he said, nor did he remember how he left. However, he still couldn't say the sad news.

They have already lived a very hard life, and only the last little hope is left. Can they bear to extinguish this last little hope?

After walking alone for a long distance, Ruan Shi squatted down on a small hill. From here, you can also see the direction of Dingtian Sect from afar.

Senior Brother Luo, you used to be so dazzling at the beginning, but now you die and you have nothing left.

No one will be sad for you, and your loved ones don’t know about this. They are still fantasizing that you are succeeding somewhere.

If I die one day, I will definitely not be able to find someone who cries for me...

Looking back now when they were in the Dingtian Mountains, they were actually well protected, just like flowers in a greenhouse. When they left that paradise, they realized how cruel this real world was.

All the glory left behind has become the past, and the future needs them to explore by themselves. And what is in front of them now is this stagnant future.

At that time, the two most dazzling geniuses in the Dingtian Mountains, Mo Liangcheng was disabled with both hands and his cultivation was lost, while Luo Dixing was dead. Their youth and everyone's youth had already come to a cruel end.

He still remembers that a month ago, Luo Dixing said this to him when he was half drunk and half awake in the VIP guest room of Luo's family.

"I have always had only one person along the way. I have no strong background. If I die, no strong man will fight to avenge me, nor will he give up the entire sect. If I die, he will die. Just like a handful of ashes on the beach, which will dissipate as soon as the wind blows... But even if I am the only one, I will definitely fight with him to the end!"

Ruan Shi sighed deeply, looked into the distance, and made a secret decision.

I cannot reveal his death, otherwise, given those who have made enemies with him in the Tianshan Mountains will know that it will affect his family. Let everyone think that he is silently succeeding somewhere.

Fill the wine bowl and slowly sprinkle it in the direction of the Dingtian Mountains.

"Senior Brother Luo, I toast you this bowl of wine, it's easy to go."
Chapter completed!