Chapter 311: Burial (4)

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"Who is he?!" asked the seasons and pointed to the fire.
The fire and even the eyelids are too lazy to lift.
This season, this kind of scorpion, let the Jijia people notice the fire standing beside the monsoon smoke, and this look, they let them all stunned, the young boy is very handsome, even with the holy dragon empire The first beautiful man called the national teacher did not give more, but only a little bit green, but in a few years, I am afraid that after this silky green faded, it is also a beautiful man.
The face of the emirate sank.
"Monsoon smoke, today is the day when your father was buried. How can you get rid of you on weekdays, but today, how can you bring unrelated people to come over? Are you afraid of disturbing your father's sleep?"
The monsoon smoke looked at Ji's face with a funny smile. She raised her hand carelessly, and took a rush of fire around her body. She lifted her chin slightly: "Unrelated people? Uncle, you can't say what you said." The small stream fire is my future husband. I am sending my father today. What is wrong?"
The eyes of the seasons are coming out of the eyelids. Before I heard the monsoon smoke in the Jicheng and the Thunder, because a little white face tore the face, she was quite ugly, but... who thought of the little white face in people’s mouth, Did you grow up like this?
And seeing the fire, although a word is not made, but did not resist the closeness of the monsoon smoke, suddenly let the seasons show red eyes.
The mouth of the emirate is slightly twitching, and there is nothing to say about the shackles of the monsoon smoke.
I can only curse the "I don't know how to be shameful" and I will ignore it.
On the side of Ji Linglong, a slight glimpse, I thought that the boy who saw it outside the door of the monsoon smoker was the one in front of him.
"Father, time is not early, or let Xiaoshu get into the ground earlier." Ji Lingling went to the round.
The quarters snorted, but did not dare to neglect, only nodded with a sullen face.
The guards of Jijia held the casket of Ji Ji, slowly placed in the grave that had been dug, and the surroundings became very quiet at this moment. Linghe and others resisted the sourness in the nose and red eyes. Looking at the little wooden box, buried the most beloved ones.
A cup of loess, one inch square box.
No matter what the scenery before life, how hard it is, people die like lights, everything is gone at this moment.
When the last hand was covered, the Jijia people were only perfunctory for a while, and they were ready to return to the government. They were sunny and sunny, but they were already covered by dark clouds.
Monsoon smoke and Linghe and others stood motionless at the tomb of Ji Yan, and did not intend to leave. The quarter emirates were too lazy to control them. They directly called other people and left.
The quiet cemetery is now more open.
The monsoon smoke and more than a dozen guards stood in front of Ji Xian's grave and looked at the chilly stone tablet. I don't know what to think.
"Adult, Miss came to send you, you look at it..." Linghe, who had endured for a long time, couldn’t bear the pressure of the blockage, and the tears slid silently.
The other guards, the choked cry became a group, but they stood strong and stood up straight.
"Miss, although the adult has never returned home for a long time, but before every big battle, he will think of you. He said that he will see you when he sends the armor to repair it." Ling He shakes the lip Look at the monsoon smoke.
The generals died in battle, and the heroes returned for ten years.
But this is the return, but there is a box of ashes...