By the way, there is a cave that she has never seen or even touched!
Her plan was running wild all the way. Fortunately, it ran to the main road on its own.
"It's definitely not necessary." Ruan Qing said, "Who needs a cave when we already have a Taoist temple?"
Yes, Nuqi thought to himself, yesterday’s day and night’s work was in vain.
What did he do yesterday
They dug mud and dried bricks to build a simple stove.
Lime plastered the rock walls. Even the small corners in the cave were burned with torches to remove moisture, insects and miasma.
He also dug a drainage channel along the rock wall. I knitted two pairs of straw sandals, cut a wooden pillow, burned a jar of plant ash, and even the poplar branches for brushing my teeth were stuck out and tied into bundles with hay.
Made very realistic.
He even cooked a pot of whole grain porridge.
"Then you have to clean it up," he said. "You have to clean it up so that you can live alone before your uncle comes."
Naturally, I continued to cuddle.
"And that one." Twenty-seven pointed to the other side, "It should also be a grave."
It's a long bar. It's not long enough to accommodate one person.
She tugged at Twenty-Seven's sleeves: "We have to find out where Master Zaojiao's tomb is."
There is a ready-made house, which is indeed easier to maintain than a purely wild cave. When those people come, they will be more convincing.
Ruan Qing likes to be carried and flown, which is written down in Twenty-Seven's little notebook.
Ruan Qing looked intently and saw that the front yard was larger than the middle yard, and the weeds were about half waist high.
She likes to play straight when it comes to matters between men and women, but she can't play with the idea that love is hard to express in words.
Ruan Qing couldn't see it and asked him: "What is engraved on the stone tablet?"
"He first carved seventy-five years old, then crossed it out, changed it to eighty years old, and then crossed out the word "years old"," Twenty-seven said. "The last one he carved was eighty-five years old."
Twenty-seven climbed over the walls from the very beginning. Walking from above and looking down from the roof, he had already seen the puddle.
Ruan Qing thought of another thing.
Ruan Qing really liked it. You can see her fondness in her smart expression and the smile in her eyes.
Twenty-seven read to her: "The 19th generation disciple of the Liuguang Sect, the fourth generation master of the Wilderness Temple, he has not yet received a Taoist title, and his childhood name is Zaijiao."
The line of text is much smaller. Twenty-seven looked closely and said: "About the year..."
At this moment, the rain stopped, and he left the corridor and corner door alone. He "flyed" and flew directly to the roof of the front hall.
Between men and women, as long as you can advance, don't retreat.
It was mentioned in his suicide note that he had prepared a tombstone, a coffin and a tomb for himself, ready to lie down in it at any time.
Ruan Qing said: "Let's go down and have a look."
The saponins in the mountains do not know how long they have passed, and they use spring, summer, autumn and winter to mark their years. The years have been too long, and I have lived in confusion. I can only make a rough estimate of my age.
She hugged twenty-seven's neck very naturally.
After saying that, he picked up Ruan Qing and hugged her sideways again very naturally.
The one on the other side of the stone brick path is obviously a tomb. There is a bulge on the ground, which is made of stones, and there is also a monument in front of it.
Ruan Qing looked around and saw that the weeds in the yard were half as tall as a man. He couldn't help but hissed and felt a bit toothache: "How are we going to clean this up?"
Twenty-seven said: "There are still a lot of small words."
Unexpectedly, Twenty-seven said: "It should be the one in the front yard."
Twenty-seven was not stupid, he carried her back and gave her a hug. He wanted to marry her again, and Ruan Qing didn't say no. Why did he want to retreat to the past
The road number has not been obtained.
He went over to push away the weeds, took a look, and told Ruan Qing, "Yes, this is it."
Twenty-seven hugged Ruan Qing and went down, placing her on the stone brick path in the middle: "It's all mud, don't come here."
When she came from the back to the front, she walked on the ground. The puddles and stone monuments were blocked by weeds and she didn't see them.
Ruan Qing was savoring the regret of Zaojiao. Hearing this, he asked, "What is it?"
Twenty-seven pointed it out to her: "It should be that one. Look, there's a tall man. There's a monument in front of it. I'll go down and take a look later."
"It's simple, you don't have to worry about it, I'll take care of it." Twenty-seven said.
Both of them were very natural and just went up to the roof.
Naturally, I continued to hug him.
Ruan Qing: "Huh? Which one?"
Twenty-seven said, "I'll take you to see it."
Besides, Twenty-seven didn't say not to hug her.
He lay down with this regret.
There is a road paved with stone bricks in the middle of the yard, with dirt on both sides. There is a long puddle in the weeds on one side, and there is indeed something like a stone tablet at the other end of the puddle.
He first carved the stone tablet and estimated that he should be seventy-five years old. After waiting for five years, he was still alive, so he changed it to eighty. Who knew that he lived for another five years, and the last time he changed it, he estimated that he was about eighty-five years old.
There were no further changes later, probably because he did not live to be ninety years old.
Ruan Qing stood on the grassy road, imagining the lonely old man chiseling his tombstone again and again in the deserted and dilapidated Taoist temple.
Compassion.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Twenty-seven standing in the grass, staring at the tombstone.
His face was expressionless.
There is no gentleness or coldness, it seems that he has taken off all the masks and revealed his true self.
Ruan Qing paused and called him: "Twenty-seven?"
Twenty-seven turned around and walked over through the weeds and mud.
Ruan Qing asked him: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Twenty-seven said. He habitually didn't want to share his heart with others, but he met Ruan Qing's eyes.
In his life, Ruan Qing was the first woman who knew his identity and who he was, but she had neither fear, fear nor disgust towards him.
She accepted him so easily and calmly. Tell him that the past is gone and he is new again now.
"It's just that the words at the back are very messy." He said, "He didn't organize it well, and in the end the words were all crowded into a pile."
Ruan Qing: "Then?"
Twenty-seven paused and told the details he noticed: "The characters at the back are getting lighter and lighter."
As people get older, their strength declines.
Later, when the stone tablet was carved, it was not very easy to move it. Therefore, the further back the characters are, the lighter the traces will be.
Twenty-seven's eyes fell on the air, with no expression on his face.
Ruan Qing was stunned and suddenly understood.
Japonica has no father or mother, no children or daughters, no relatives or friends, no old friends.
Isn’t that what Twenty-Seven is like
Twenty-seven could not sympathize with the fighting years and the history of resistance, but he could sympathize with an old man's lonely old age!
Ruan Qing stretched out his hand and patted both sides of Twenty-Seven's cheeks: "Hey! Hey! What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about yourself?"
Twenty-seven said "Yeah".
"What are you thinking about?" Ruan Qing held Twenty-seven's face and asked him to look at her, "You are only twenty-seven, and you are still a big boy. I had a car accident with a twenty-seven-year-old man before. , but he took out his cell phone on the spot and asked me to talk to his parents on the phone to discuss how to deal with it. Look, why do you think you are a child? "
Ruan Qing said: "If you don't want to die alone, it would be easy to just get married and have children."
There was light in Twenty-seven's eyes.
But he immediately remembered what was written in the notebook: She doesn't like to have children.
He hurriedly said: "It's okay to adopt. It's okay not to give birth."
Ruan Qing was stunned.
In Ruan Qing's opinion, men have a strong desire to reproduce.
Because the second generation is an only child, he planned to have children early.
Her father regretted not having a son even though he had her. It's just that when she started her business, her mother had a miscarriage, and then she couldn't have another baby.
Fortunately, her father loved her mother very much and was not like his business friends who laid eggs outside after getting rich. An uncle she knew well had already given birth to six children outside.
So as a creature of this gender, why does Twenty-Seven mean "adoption" when it comes to having children? Still looking anxious.
Ruan Qing's imagination suddenly opened up!
The plots in the martial arts novels and martial arts dramas I read when I was a child were instantly recalled.
The Sun Moon God Sect's Three Corpse Nao Shen Pills, the Xiaoyao Sect's Life and Death Talisman, and the Shenlong Sect's Leopard Fetal Yi Jin Wan—these villain sects must use some vicious methods to control the people below them.
Twenty-seven, he used to work for a killer organization, and he couldn't quit if he didn't meet the conditions.
Was he forced to take some poison
The poison caused him to lose his fertility
Obviously, Twenty-Seven himself also knew that he was infertile, so when he saw Master Zaojiao dying alone, he felt strong empathy.
He was so anxious to say that he could be adopted even if he had no children, was he afraid that he would look down on him? Men seem to care very much about their abilities in this area.
At this moment, Ruan Qing's sympathy for Twenty-Qi reached its peak.
It's really pathetic. He had no childhood, and made killing people his career. As a result, his outlook on life was different from that of ordinary people, and he was infertile...
But he didn't know that times had changed, and no one would discriminate against him if he didn't have children. Just be a member of the DINK family.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath and smiled: "Yes, they are all the same."
She looked left and right, pointed to the grave on the other side of the stone brick path, and changed the subject: "Go and take a look at that."
Twenty-seven pushed aside the grass and went over to take a look: "It's the cenotaph."
Ruan Qing understood: "Is it everyone's?"
"Yes." Twenty-seven said, "His ancestor, master, uncle, uncle, senior brother, and Lao Wu."
He walked back and sighed: "This monument is much more exquisite than that one."
The edges and corners are well polished, and the characters are engraved powerfully. Apparently it was made after he was finally willing to face reality.
At that time, I was still in my prime, strong, and had a lot of time to carve carefully and polish slowly.
Everyone took their clothes and buried them in the soil, and then piled stones on them to make a clothes tomb.
Ruan Qing nodded and was silent for a while: "Then, can you confirm it in the puddle?"
There was water in the pit, and it was completely muddy. You couldn't see anything.
Twenty-seven found a stick, squatted down by the puddle, poked it, and confirmed: "There should be a coffin."
He made elaborate tombs for everyone, and when it was his turn to die, he slowly climbed into the prepared tomb and got into the coffin.
It took a lot of effort to move the coffin lid and cover himself inside.
Then wait calmly for death to come.
Twenty-seven said: "This can't be like this. Once the water seeps out, I will build a grave for him."
Ruan Qing nodded: "Okay."
At this time, the phone rang.
Ruan Xiangyun tried to call Ruan Qing, but he got through.
"Uncle Xiangyun, I'm safe, don't worry." Ruan Qing said, "I'm in the Taoist temple."
Ruan Xiangyun was stunned: "What Taoist temple?"
Ruan Qing said: "It's the legendary one, the one that Grandpa Qi never found when he went into the mountains when he was a child."
Ruan Xiangyun blurted out: "Savage view?"
Ruan Qing stood in the Savage View, his eyes suddenly moistened.
There are still people who can name this Taoist temple, and there are still people who remember this Taoist temple.
(End of chapter)