Leaping Dragon Flying to the Sky

Linglong turned her head to take a look, but she was far away and couldn't see the figure of the younger brother clearly in front of the tomb.

"Eighty percent of you are crying..."

The wind was strong, Jiang Fan didn't hear clearly, so he asked a little more: "What?"

"I said little junior brother, he is probably crying right now."

Jiang Fan put aside those suspicions just now, and nodded in agreement: "[-]% yes."

Junior brother is usually embarrassed to cry in front of people, but now that they are not in front of them, junior brother definitely doesn't have to hold back.

Xiaodong is indeed full of tears at this moment, but they are not crying from sadness, but from the hard smoke.

The mountain wind was too strong, and as soon as the paper money and gold foil were ignited, the flames shot up all of a sudden, rolling straight towards people.Xiaodong was startled. He was kneeling in front of the tomb, so he quickly rolled and crawled back.

Luckily, he escaped quickly.

But he couldn't fill in the remaining half of the paper money bit by bit, so he had to stand far away and stretch his arms, and dumped the rest of the package down.

As a result, too much was poured at once, and the fire was suppressed all at once, and all that came out was smoke.The fire didn't reach him, but the smoke was blown into his eyes all at once, and Xiaodong coughed while wiping his eyes and stood upwind.

Still inexperienced, next time you come back, you will know not to stand in the downwind, and you can wait to eat the ashes.

After the paper money was burned, Xiaodong knelt down and kowtowed again.

"Uncle, I am very good in Huiliu Mountain. Master treats me very well, senior brothers and sisters treat me well, just like real siblings..."

"It's just that I'm too stupid. I haven't learned a basic set of swordsmanship yet. The master has gone down the mountain now. I want to work harder. When the master comes back, I will definitely take the school exam. By then, I must be able to master a set of swordsmanship." Swordsmanship practice."

There are many, many words, all pressed in his heart, he can't say it, and he doesn't know how to say it.

Uncle brought him up when he was young. Needless to say, he didn't care about him at the end of his life. He deliberately dragged his sick body to Huiliu Mountain and entrusted him to his master.

But he got nothing in return.In the past, when the uncle and nephew were together, the uncle would leave all the delicious food and good things to him. At that time, he said brazenly that when he was promising in the future, he would definitely respect his uncle, and he would give everything delicious and fun to him. give him.

I remember my uncle smiling so happily...

Thinking about it now, my heart is sore and bitter.

Senior Sister Linglong and the others wiped clean the tombstones that were next to each other. There was no word engraved on these tombstones. They only knew that the buried ones were the seniors of the teacher's school, but which senior has never been found. Listen to what the master said.

"Brother, don't you know who is buried here?"

Mo Chen shook his head: "Master never mentioned it."

As for why there are no inscriptions on the stele, maybe there is something hidden in it.

The brothers and sisters walked back after sweeping the tomb, and when they met Xiaodong, Linglong and Jiang Fan burst out laughing shamelessly, and even Mo Chen couldn't help smiling.

Xiaodong was still ignorant, looked left and right, but had no idea what the problem was.

Mo Chen took out the handkerchief and handed it to him, pointing to his face implicitly: "Wipe it, it's stained with dust."

One on the left and one on the right, there is a black spot on the nose.The funniest thing is that his hair was probably burnt too close to the fire, and a large part of it was scorched, and the unburned part became curly, not to mention how ridiculous.

Xiaodong took the handkerchief and wiped it a few times indiscriminately. There was no mirror, and he didn't know where it was dirty. It was the same as if it hadn't been wiped. Turning his face, laughing so that his shoulders trembled, those who didn't know thought he was crying.

Mo Chen took the handkerchief over: "I'll wipe it for you."

Mo Chen's hands were not too strong, Xiaodong's face hurt when he wiped it a few times just now, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all when the elder brother wiped it for him.

After wiping a small face, it became white and clean again.

Mo Chen noticed that his eyelids were indeed a little red and swollen, his eyes were dark and wet, and he could clearly see himself reflected in his junior brother's eyes.

It seems that the younger brother still cried just now.

His face was wiped clean, but his veil was dirty.

Xiaodong lowered his head and saw the black dust on the veil, from which he could imagine how honored his face was just now.

No wonder the senior sister and third senior brother kept laughing at him just now.

Xiaodong opened his mouth, just about to say something, but his nose itched, and everything he wanted to say turned into a big sneeze.

Now Jiang Fan couldn't care less about laughing, and said a little anxiously: "Let's go back quickly, the wind is too strong here, don't catch the cold anymore."

After returning home, Senior Brother Jiang, who loves to worry about everything, asked someone to boil a big pot of ginger soup, watched Xiaodong down two bowls, and persuaded him to drink again.

"Brother, I really can't drink any more." Xiaodong felt that if he wanted to get up and jump a few times now, his stomach would definitely rattle like a jar filled with water.The ginger soup was already thick, but it was hot when it was served, and he was sweating profusely after two bowls of soup.

Those are two big bowls, not the usual bowls for serving rice, but the kind of big bowls.Now he didn't dare to lower his head, he felt that the ginger soup was reaching his throat, and it was about to overflow with a slight movement.

"Okay," Jiang Fan reluctantly gave up the plan to continue feeding him: "Then you should be smart and tell me if you feel uncomfortable, or you can go directly to the senior brother."

After filling his stomach with ginger soup, Xiaodong didn't eat much at noon.It's not that the food is not cooked well, but that he has enough energy to spare, and there is really no place in his stomach to dress up.

The result of skipping lunch was that he was hungry again in the middle of the afternoon.

This was easy to handle, Xiaodong didn't treat himself as a guest now, and went directly to the kitchen for a walk.It was neither early nor late, and there was no one in the stove, and the fire in the stove was also extinguished.He went around, found a few steamed buns and came back. He baked them on the charcoal basin in the house until the skin was slightly browned. When he opened the steaming steamed buns, they were ordinary stuffed cabbage and tofu. A little vermicelli.

Xiaodong panted and gnawed on one steamed stuffed bun, and before the second one had moved, he heard someone coming from outside, saying that the master had returned and brought a few guests!

Now that the steamed stuffed buns didn't bother to eat, Xiaodong hurriedly changed his clothes and shoes, fearing that he would smell steamed stuffed buns when he breathed out, so he drank a few mouthfuls of tea to rinse his mouth, and hurriedly went to the main hall.

On the way, he met Chen Jingzhi, who was walking very slowly, and he could see that one leg was not very convenient. Xiaodong hurried over to help him, and Chen Jingzhi waved at him.

"Senior brother, how is your leg? Didn't the senior brother tell you not to move around and rest more?"

Chen Jingzhi's face was not only pale, but even his lips were bloodless, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Small injuries are fine."

It doesn't look like a minor injury.

Xiaodong Xin said that the fourth senior brother is also stubborn enough.

He followed closely behind his senior brother, staring at his legs, thinking that if he couldn't hold on anymore, he could go up to him and help him.