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Chapter 184: The first seven
On that night that was doomed to sleepless, Wen Liang told Xie Jin a lot in the dark, about what Grandma Yang was hiding and He Nian's unknown life experience.
"It is said that He Nian's biological parents have been resisting since he was selected as the Holy Child, but the Zhao family's forces were almost one-sided, so they made a bold decision at that time."
Wen Liang picked up a stone from the ground, put it between the thumb of his right hand, and flicked it out gently, "Leave here and send He Nian out."
"But the couple who adopted A Nian later shouldn't have found any other adults nearby. A Nian's biological parents... I'm afraid it's more fortunate, right?" Xie Jin seemed to have guessed the answer, and he lowered his head very low. Looking down.
"Yeah, it's miserable, but that book didn't describe it in detail." Wen Liang smoked a cigarette stick one after another, and then spit out a puff of white smoke into the ink-colored night sky.
"But his mother was the only one who took He Nian out of the village. His father stayed in the village alone in order to cover his wife's departure."
The little guy's somewhat lonely face suddenly appeared in his mind. He slowly signed on the roof, saying that he would always bring misfortune to the people around him.
What an absolute idiot.
Wen Liang looked ahead, his gray-blue eyes surging with emotions. If he could take one step faster that day, he could tell He Nian with certainty that there were once two people in this world who were willing to sacrifice their lives for you at all costs. You are a treasure because they are your parents.
"They should have been reunited." Xie Jin took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and he also lit a cigarette to immerse himself in nicotine, and his brain would calm down a little.
Wen Liang didn't reply immediately, he remained silent for a moment and chose to hide it with a white lie, "Yes, he's home, with his parents."
If Xie Jin was told that the consequence of being sacrificed would be to lose his soul, he would collapse now, Wen Liang touched his nose and subtly changed the topic.
"I heard that He Nian's family had two dogs before, and they also left together when they escaped from the village. His mother was probably going to be caught up and let the dog take He Nian to run out of the mountain, so the couple It was by accident that I picked up He Nian, who was 'abandoned' and could not cry in the baby."
"Dogs?" Xie Jin instantly thought of the two dogs who were very close to the village when he entered and left the village. "So that's how they are. Did they recognize the smell on my body?"
He couldn't help but sigh, Wen Liang turned to look at Xie Jin, saw a slight smile on his face, and asked him what was wrong, Xie Jin just shook his head and put out the burnt cigarette.
Patting the floating ashes on his trouser legs, Xie Jin followed Wen Liang's example and picked a touch of white wildflowers from the grass and tied the rhizomes with long-leaf green grass.
He put the bunch of white flowers on He Nian's chest, and looked at the young man's face that had not changed because of the antiseptic herbs.
"Good night, A Nian." Xie Jin took out the chocolate wrapped in a plastic bag from his backpack. He bought it at the convenience store at the station and wanted to bring it to He Nian to eat.
Holding up his already softened hand, Xie Jin stuffed a piece of chocolate into He Nian's palm, and closed the palm for He Nian again.
After doing all this, he slowly pushed the lid of the coffin. Through the gap, He Nian's face was almost hidden in the shadows. Xie Jin said softly, "...I hope you can have a sweet dream this time."
The next day, there was no cremation custom in Badong Village. Even the cemetery’s caretaker was gone. Xie Jin and Wen Liang could only dig a hole in a remote corner with a shovel.
The coffin was prepared a few days ago, and it was done by Wen Liang on behalf of Droktada, who was confused. He paid some villagers to carry the coffin, at least to make He Nian have a better life.
There were almost no outsiders at the burial ceremony, except for the villagers who carried the coffin, only Xie Jin Wen Liang and Droktada were left.
Wen Liang held the bone flute between his neck and played a sad music that wasn't particularly sad. He watched Zhuo Ke Tuo Da burst into the mound and burst into tears. He took a step back and stood behind him with Xie Jin silently. Look.
They were about to leave after the burial ceremony. Xie Jin worried about Droktada more than once, and even persuaded her to leave with them again and again last night, but the little girl seemed to have made up her mind and refused decisively.
She also has to take care of Grandma Yang, even though Grandma Yang concealed her identity and too many things, she still stubbornly wants to give this grandma who has no blood relationship with her the end of her life.
Even though Xie Jin was worried about 10,000 people, Wen Liang said that everything still followed Droktada's wishes.
They came out of the cemetery and walked in the direction of Droktada's house. Xie Jin and Wen Liang were in front, and Droktada was walking behind holding the blood-stained non-delivery. The three of them tacitly did not speak.
Xie Jin stopped when he was on the path leading to the village. He didn't expect to see Zhao Yan here.
Zhao Yan didn't bring anyone behind him, he just stood there by himself, a sinister and sinister gaze appeared in the slits of his eyes that were blocked by the aging epidermis.
"Xie Jin, keep walking." Wen Liang, as if he didn't see it, passed by the old man flutteringly, the dark blue Taoist robe was elegantly placed by him, and the sleeves were flung up as if he was beating someone in the face.
"..." Xie Jin couldn't turn a blind eye like Wen Liang, he could only try his best to ignore Zhao Dian's gaze and turn around to hold Droktada.
The girl reacted much more strongly than him, especially after learning that 80% of the people who killed He Nian were the Zhao family, she almost glared at Zhao Yan.
"What are you doing here?" She pushed Xie Jin away and went straight to Zhao Yan. If her eyes could kill people, she could not wait to let Zhao Yan slash with a thousand swords. "Speak, I'm asking you what you are doing here!"
"Naturally, it's to mourn." Zhao Yan didn't smile, and the epidermis covered with age spots on his face trembled with the curvature of his mouth, "But it's not you who I found."
Zhao Yan's eyes fell on Wen Liang's back, and he snorted coldly, "Since the matter has been done, is it time to fulfill the promise to that person, where are you going?"
"Zhao Yan! I'm talking to you, it has nothing to do with them!" Droktada's eyes were red, and she roared at Zhao Yan, "What qualifications do you have to come here?!"
"Whether the old man is qualified or not, it's not up to you, a yellow-haired girl. The Taoist over there is the one I'm looking for."
Zhao Yan pretended to touch his beard, and he suddenly turned hideous, staring at Droktada like an evil spirit, "Or do you think your life is too long?"
Xie Jin instinctively kept Droktada behind him. He frowned to stop Zhao Feng, who was rushing forward, his face turned cold.
"Okay, aren't you just looking for me? I'll go with you." Wen Liang's lazy voice broke the tense atmosphere, and he scratched his head and turned around.
When passing by Xie Jin, Xie Jin found that Wen Liang made a reassuring gesture to himself, "I'll go with him, about an hour, let's meet at the south exit of the village."
"What... What! You can't go!" Xie Jin grabbed Wen Liang's sleeve, and he immediately crashed into those gray-blue eyes, which seemed to contain the black sea in the middle of the night, and his emotions were rolling inside.
Can't see anything, can't guess what's inside.
Xie Jin let go of his hand subconsciously, he watched Wen Liang wave his hand at him casually, although there was no genuine smile on his standard smiling face, Wen Liang was still smiling.
"Wait for me at the village entrance."
Leaving only four words, Wen Liang swaggered behind Zhao Yan and walked towards the middle of the village.