Ten miles outside Dukang Village, under the old willow tree.
A wooden house, two earthen tombs, and three people facing each other.
"you......"
Po Meng looked at the figure next to the wooden house, her palms tightened and then loosened, and then she couldn't help but tighten them. Finally, the clenched teeth in her mouth turned into a sigh, "You guys... talk first, I'll go around
Come around." After saying that, Po Meng turned around and left without waiting for the two of them to reply.
"Meng..." Wei Ming wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, nothing came out.
As for the last person, it was none other than today's You Jin and Dongfang Xi in the past. He had never even glanced at Po Meng from the beginning to the end. His eyes under the black iron mask had been fixed since he had never appeared here.
on him.
This is probably the second meeting between the two of them. If you include the time when Weiming woke up in his infancy, it is the third time. And the two of them have said no more than three sentences in total. This is an important step in the relationship between father and son.
For people, it is undoubtedly very few.
"..."
You Jin looked at Wei Ming for a long time, but neither of them spoke first. Their thoughts were probably different, but in terms of complexity, they were probably similar. When it comes to feelings, after all, blood is thicker than water. Although
He was born and never raised, but Weiming was not an unreasonable child. He understood the situation of his parents at that time. If he was fostered when there was only a glimmer of hope for life at that time, Weiming would have had some grudges in his heart, but at that time, the world was
There are two paths of good and evil. Anyone who can name them is chasing them. It is not an exaggeration to say that they will die without life. Therefore, Wei Ming is willing to believe that if his mother had a chance of survival, she would never abandon them.
Own.
"If my parents were still alive, what would I do now..." Weiming's eyes were a little wandering, but he thought of this question that he had never thought about before.
"Come and offer incense to your...mother~"
A voice awakened Weiming from his fantasy. He looked at his biological father in front of him, nodded, "Yeah!" without saying anything, and silently walked to the two graves.
There are two earthen tombs, one has a tombstone with the words 'Tomb of beloved wife Gong Shi, Xiyao', the other has no tombstone but is a shadow tomb, presumably left by You Jin (Dongfang Xi) for himself.
There were two lit candles in front of the tombstone. Judging from their appearance, they should be newly replaced. Under the candlesticks were some fruits and a handful of sandalwood. Wei Ming knelt down in front of the tomb, took out three candles, lit them on them, and held them with both hands.
With his forehead, he bowed heavily to the tombstone three times.
"...Mother~" Weiming opened his mouth and called out this strange call that was sixteen years late. At the same time, it also evoked the memory of sixteen years ago in Weiming's heart. As if just yesterday, his mother still had a look on her face.
He told himself gently, his father Dongfang Xi next to him was still so young and handsome.
When You Jin on the side heard this cry, he couldn't help but trembled slightly. His face, which was like a demon under the mask, couldn't help but twitch slightly. His eyes began to become moist, but he didn't shed a single tear.
Yes, her tears had already disappeared on that rainy night sixteen years ago. Dongfang Xi murmured to himself.
After calming down, he looked at Wei Ming again.
At this time, Weiming was kneeling in front of the tomb blankly, with wet tears clearly visible in the corners of his eyes, and the three pillars of fragrance had been inserted into the small mound of earth used as an incense burner in front of the tombstone.
"Wei Ming..." Dongfang Xi shouted softly. He wanted to say something, but stopped subconsciously. He didn't know why. Maybe he was afraid that his throat, which was burnt by charcoal, would scare him.
!
When he heard the shouting from behind, Weiming, who had been sitting blankly in front of the grave, seemed to come to his senses and subconsciously turned his head to look over.
"What's the matter?" Weiming asked very calmly, even a little blankly: "Dad~?"
"!!"
If Weiming's cry of "mother" in front of the grave opened a crack in Dongfang Xi's heart, then this call of "father" undoubtedly tore down his last defense.
'Xiyao...our child, he has grown up! Did you hear that? He can call him father and mother!' Dongfang Xi thought of his deceased wife again, 'Xiyao, if you still
alive...'
Thinking of this, Dongfang Xi did not continue to think about it. It was enough, enough. If anyone knew it under Xi Yaoquan, he would be happy to see this scene!
"The worship is over~ Come with me!"
Dongfang Xi calmed down before continuing. After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the back of the wooden house.
"Ah~oh!" Wei Ming hadn't fully come to his senses at this time. Thinking of his reaction just now, especially when he called "Dad", he was unprepared and shouted out almost subconsciously.
Looking at Dongfang Xi's back, Weiming smiled dumbly and thought: 'This is good, it saves a lot of embarrassment and unfamiliarity~'
With this thought in mind, Weiming didn't hesitate any longer and followed directly behind his biological father.
...
After walking for a while, the two came to the back of the wooden house. When Wei Ming took a closer look, it turned out that behind the wooden house was a small mountain peak several feet tall. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Wei Ming could vaguely hear the gurgling stream on the other side of the mountain wall.
The sound seems to be the "Dushui" flowing around Dukang Village.
"Can you go up there?"
At this moment, Dongfang Xi suddenly turned his head and asked Weiming.
Weiming was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, nodded and said, "Yes! That's okay."
The thing Dongfang Xi asked about whether he could go up was naturally the small mountain in front of him. Although Wei Ming did not dare to boast that he was good at Qing Kung Fu, he was taught by Sister Meng before he became a master. After becoming a master, his fellow masters often urged him to stand and walk.
Zhuang, Qinggong has certainly achieved something. Although the hill in front of him is quite steep, almost at right angles to the ground, it is not very high after all, so Wei Ming still has the confidence to climb it.
"Okay, I'll go up first, and you can follow."
After saying that, Dongfang Xi jumped up and immediately jumped to the middle of the mountain wall and grabbed a protruding rock. Then without any pause, he exerted force with one arm and jumped directly to the top of the mountain wall.
Wei Ming, who was standing below and watching, saw his father climb up so neatly, but his eyes lit up. He immediately stopped hesitating, mobilized his internal strength, and climbed up like his father, but after all, his skills were still weak, and Dongfang Xi
Compared with the two ups and downs to reach the top of the mountain, Wei Ming took three times and was still slightly out of breath.
"Yeah! Not bad~" Dongfang Xi, who saw Wei Ming coming up, praised, his tone was very light, but with obvious relief, "When will you be able to come up like this without using your internal strength, then there will be no hope in this world."
How many people can keep you here?"
"No... no need to use internal force!!?"
Hearing his father's words, Weiming couldn't help but be a little shocked, and thought to himself: Didn't dad actually use his inner strength when he came up just now?
"Hmm~" Dongfang Xi nodded slightly, but didn't say much, and asked instead: