Rong Xian smiled sideways, warming her heart and lungs: "You didn't feel sorry for me. Jiu Liu, I'm not telling you this to remind you of anything, but to know that you lived happily when you were a child, and everyone in the clan was very happy. Love you, even though they're gone now, you're still loved."
After Shen Jiuliu heard this, he only felt a sour feeling in his heart.
It turned out that he had been happy, that someone had always loved him, but he didn't remember anything.
He raised his head and let the tears flow back.
"Are you going to start crying?" Rong Xian asked suddenly after changing the conversation.
Shen Jiu's eyes were red, and his body stiffened.
Rong Xian pretended to pull her sleeves to cover her face, and said thoughtfully, "If you really cry, I will pretend not to see it."
Shen Jiulu: "...you don't have to say it."
Rong Xian put down her sleeves, gave him a sideways glance, and said solemnly, "I've always been a truth-teller."
Shen Jiuliu's eyes twitched, the sadness in his heart disappeared instantly, and a faint sense of powerlessness rose: "Xiaoxian, not everyone likes to hear you tell the truth."
You're going to be beaten for poking people like that, okay
Rong Xian pondered and said tentatively, "I will watch you cry."
Shen Jiulu: ! !
Is it a question of crying or not? Why does Xiaoxian always miss the point.
Rong Xian ignored Shen Jiulu's madness. She raised her eyebrows and pointed at Shen Jiuli's red eyes, "So, when did you start crying?"
After being silent for a while, Shen Jiuliu bluntly changed the subject and said, "Xiaoxian, I still don't remember anything, tell me more about this place."
Rong Xian gave him a thoughtful look, and she took off the topic fluently, and continued: "There is a pharmacy next to the martial arts field. Whenever someone is injured, they will go to the pharmacy. Aunt Caiyi is the one who sees a doctor in the pharmacy. Aunt Caiyi also gave me the medicine box. When I was a child, the children in the clan were afraid of her, because she always prescribed very bitter and bitter medicine to the sick children. But Jiu Liu is very brave and is not afraid of her. "
When she came to the corner, the smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared.
She glanced at the bloody corpse of the old woman on the ground, and sighed: "The training ground is here. Even though I tried my best to prevent anyone from disturbing the patriarch and the others, some people came uninvited."
Hearing this, Shen Jiuliu glanced over the corpse on the ground, feeling a little depressed.
"Xiaoxian, it's not your fault." Shen Jiulu comforted.
Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise and said confidently, "It's not my fault."
Shen Jiuliu's face was embarrassed for a while, cough, his expression was wrong.
Rong Xian smiled slightly: "Long stay, it's time for you to burn incense for the patriarch."
Shen Jiuliu's expression became condensed, and he stepped into the martial arts field, which was not bright and spacious as he imagined, but rather cold tombs.
Although it is full of flowers, it still cannot change the fact that it has become a cemetery.
Maybe it was because the scene depicted by Rong Xian was too beautiful, or maybe it was because Shen Jiujiao still had the remaining emotions in the bottom of his heart, which made him take two steps back in disbelief when he saw this cemetery.
He clutched his chest, his face pale. Obviously the curse is gone, but at this time he feels like a knife twisted in his heart.
The tombs were like sharp swords, piercing straight into his heart, making him breathless in pain.
He walked over Rong Xian towards the cemetery, every step was heavy and slow, as if every step had to fall where it should be.
After looking at the tombstones, Shen Jiulu instinctively came to the front tomb.
Fingers caressed every word on the tombstone - the tomb of the patriarch Yu Qing!
This is his father!
Shen Jiuliu suddenly had this thought in his heart, and he knelt down toward the cold stone tablet.
"Father." He called softly, as cautiously as he was afraid of disturbing the undead.
In a trance, he seemed to see a man with loving eyes saying to him, "Dad will be fine, so Xiu'er must protect himself so that Daddy can find you."
"Father." Shen Jiuliu looked sad.
You said that you need me to protect myself to find me. I protect myself, but you missed the appointment, you didn't find me, you lied to me.
"Father." Shen Jiuliu's voice was choked up.
Do you know? I forgot everything, I don't remember you, I don't remember Xiaoxian, I don't remember Caiyi... If it wasn't for the flash of memory just now, I wouldn't even remember your appearance.
Seeing Shen Jiulu kneeling in front of the tombstone and looking lost and sad, Rong Xian came over and looked at the setting sun, her tone was soft and weightless: "Jiu Liu, the patriarch and the others have waited for you for thirteen years, and today is theirs too. Death day. They will be very happy to have you back today."
She said: "This is your home, your roots. No matter what your achievements and how far you go in the future, come back and see."
Shen Jiulu replied solemnly, "Yes."
Rong Xian bent the corners of her lips and suddenly said, "Do you still remember the way?"
Shen Jiuliu's serious expression cracked, he really didn't know the road, he followed the map given by the master for a long time, and finally found the stone bridge stream behind the monk he met on the road.
Seeing his expression, Rong Xian understood, she sighed, and there was a faint worry on her gentle look: "It turns out that I didn't know the way for a long time, if you are lost alone, what should you do? ."
Shen Jiuliu said blankly, "I won't."
Rong Xian, with an expression of #you are wayward#, said helplessly, "Don't be brave."
Shen Jiulu explained with difficulty: "... I don't have it. I'm relatively new to this place, so I haven't found a way. I won't get lost anywhere else."
Rong Xian was noncommittal. She didn't tease Shen Jiulu any more. She felt the seemingly non-existent connection between herself and Shen Jiulu. She blinked and asked, "Where are my two dolls?"
Shen Jiuliu was stunned for a moment, followed Rong Xian's gaze to his neck, and then remembered that there were two little dolls in the purse he was carrying.
Shen Jiulu hurriedly took out the dolls from his purse with gentle movements, and said earnestly, "I have protected them well without any damage."
Rong Xian bent down and gently touched the two dolls carved in medicine stone with her white fingers, and immediately sensed that the restrictions set thirteen years ago were still inside.
However, when she noticed the blood of the two people locked up by the ban, she frowned.
For some reason, she always felt that these two drops of blood essence would have a great effect in the future.
Now that she has no karma and is blessed with merit, the induction just now is not a bad thing.
After thinking about it for a while, Rong Xian injected a vitality into the medicine stone doll without a trace, and strengthened the protection and prohibition on the doll's body.
These series of thoughts and actions are just a blink of an eye, and Rong Xian's face is still calm and composed, without revealing any clues.
Rong Xian: I want to make you cry (▽)
(End of this chapter)