Chapter 122: Cry

Rong Xian smiled, warming his heart and lungs: "You are not sorry to me. Long stay, I told you this is not to remind you of anything, but to let you know that you lived happily when you were young, everyone in the family is very Love you, even though they are gone now, you are still loved. "
After listening to this, Shen Jiuluu felt only a sour feeling in her heart.
It turned out he had been happy, and someone had always loved him, but he didn't remember anything.
He raised his head and let the tears flow back. This is something to be pleased with, and shouldn't be tears.
"Are you going to start crying?" Rong Xian suddenly turned, and asked suddenly.
Shen Jiu's eyes were red and his body was stiff.
Rong Xian pretended to pull his sleeves to cover his face, and thoughtfully said, "If you really cry, I will pretend I haven't seen it."
Shen Jiuliu: "... you don't need to say it."
Rong Xian lowered his sleeves and gave him a sideways glance, serious: "I have always been a honest person."
Shen Jiuyu's eyes twitched, and the sadness in his heart disappeared momentarily, and there was a faint feeling of powerlessness: "Xiao Xian, not everyone likes to listen to you so truthfully."
You will be beaten if you poke like this, okay?
Rong Xian groaned and tentatively said, "I will watch you cry."
Shen Jiuliu :! !!
Is this a question of crying? Why does Xiaoxian always miss the point.
Rong Xian ignored Shen Jiuliu's madness, raised her eyebrows, and pointed at Shen Jiuliu's red eyes: "So, when did you start crying?"
After Shen Jiuliu remained silent for a long time, he bluntly shifted the topic and said, "Xiao Xian, I still don't remember anything, you tell me more about it here."
Rong Xian glanced at him thoughtfully, exposing the topic kindly, and continued: "There is a pharmacy next to the training ground. Anyone who is injured will go to the pharmacy. It is Aunt Caiyi who sees the doctor in the pharmacy. I Aunt Caiyi gave it to me. The children in the clan were afraid of her when she was a child, because she always prescribed very hard and bitter medicine to sick children. But she was brave for a long time and was not afraid of her. "
At the corner, the smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared.
She glanced at the corpse of the old woman on the ground, and sighed, "The training ground has arrived. Although I tried hard to prevent anyone from disturbing the patriarch, they were still uninvited."
After hearing this, Shen Jiuluu glanced over the dead body on the ground, feeling a little depressed.
"Xiao Xian, it's not your fault." Shen Jiu Liu comforted.
Rong Xian glanced at him in amazement and said with confidence: "This is not my fault."
Shen Jiu Liu's face was embarrassed, coughing, expressing wrong feelings.
Rong Xian smiled slightly: "For a long time, you should go and burn incense for the patriarch."
Shen Jiuru's expression sank, he stepped into the training ground, this place is not bright and spacious as he imagined, but a cold grave.
Although it is full of flowers, it still cannot change the fact that it has become a cemetery.
Perhaps the scene described by Rong Xian was too beautiful, or it was the emotion left deep in Shen Jiu's heart that made him see the cemetery, and the huge gap made him step back unbelievably.
He covered his chest, his face pale. Obviously the curse is gone, but at this moment he feels like a knife.
The tombs seemed like a sharp sword that pierced into his heart socket, so painful that he could not breathe.
He crossed Rong Xian and walked towards the graveyard. Each step was heavy and slow, as if every step had to fall to where it should be.
After looking at each tombstone, Shen Jiuliu instinctively came to the front tomb.
Fingers touch every word on the tombstone-the tomb of Patriarch Yu Qing!
This is his father!
Shen Jiumin suddenly thought this out of his mind, and he knelt down towards the cold stone stele.
"Dad," he called softly, cautiously as if afraid of disturbing the undead.
In Langzhong, he seemed to see the loving-looking man say to him: "Dad will be fine, so Xiu Er must protect himself so that Daddy can find you."
"Dad." Shen Jiuyou looked sad.
You said you wanted me to protect myself to find me. I protected myself, but you missed your appointment. You did n’t find me. You lied to me.
"Dad." Shen Jiuyu voice choked.
Do you know? I forgot everything, I do n’t remember you, I do n’t remember Xiaoxian, I do n’t remember Caiyi ... If I had n’t remembered it just now, I do n’t even remember your appearance.
Seeing Shen Jiuliu kneeling in front of the tombstone, she looked sad and lost. Rong Xian came over and looked at the sun that was about to fall. Her voice was soft and no weight. Apocalypse. You will be very happy if you come back today. "
She said: "This is your home, your roots. No matter how much you achieve in the future, you have to come back and see."
Shen Jiuliu solemnly responded: "Yes."
Rong Xian bent her lips and suddenly said, "Do you remember the way?"
Shen Jiuliu's serious expression cracked. He really didn't know the road. He looked for a long time with the map given by the Master, and finally found the Shiqiaoyu behind the monk who met him on the road.
As soon as he saw his expression, Rong Xian understood, she sighed, and a slight worry appeared in the gentle look like a mirror-like flower: "It turns out that if you stay for a long time and do n’t know the road, what if you are lost? . "
Shen Jiulu said blankly, "I won't."
Rong Xian's expression # 你 真是 任性 #, helplessly said: "Don't be stubborn."
Shen Jiuliu's difficult explanation: "... I don't. I'm relatively new to this place, and I haven't found a way. I won't get lost elsewhere."
Rong Xian was uncomfortable. She didn't tease Shen Jiuluo any more, feeling the connection between her and Shen Jiuluo. She blinked and asked, "What about my two dolls?"
Shen Jiuyu hesitated for a while, and followed Rong Xian's gaze to his neck. Then he remembered that there were two little dolls in the purse he was carrying.
Shen Jiuliu quickly took out the dolls gently from the purse, and said seriously: "I protected them very well without any damage."
Rong Xian bent down, her white fingers lightly touched the two medicine-carved dolls, and immediately sensed that the prohibition set 13 years ago was fine inside.
However, she frowned when she noticed the blood of the duo locked up by the restraint.
For some reason, she always felt that these two drops of blood would have a great effect in the future.
Now that she has no karma and blessings in merit, the induction just now is not a bad thing.
After thinking about it, Rong Xian injected a vitality into the medicine stone doll without any trace, and strengthened the protection of the doll body.
This series of thoughts and actions is just blink of an eye, Rong Xian is still calm on her face, showing no clue.