In the cold wind, little bits of drizzle fell, soaking the earth.
Babaoshan is an isolated residual hill on the piedmont plain of the Western Mountains of Beijing, with a height of about 10 meters. The mountain is low and gentle, extending in the northeast direction. At the southern foot, there was the Lingfu Temple built by the monk Haiyun during the Zhizheng period of the Yuan Dynasty. It is now renamed Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery.
A black car stopped at the foot of the mountain, the door opened, and out stepped a handsome young man with an expressionless face, exuding an aura of sadness and vicissitudes of life. His eyes were clear and bright, and he was wearing a black suit that he usually hated and almost never wore. He also had a white chrysanthemum on his chest that he had obviously just picked.
He took out a big bag from the car, opened a black umbrella, and strode up the mountain. Qiu Lin and Zhang Chao also got off the car. They were also solemnly dressed, wearing white chrysanthemums on their chests, and holding two bouquets in their hands. Chrysanthemum ~ flower.
The three of them could not walk into the revolutionary cemetery. Qin Hao kept walking through the large cemeteries until he reached the most remote corner. This was a small corner that had no boundaries with other people. There were solitary people standing side by side in front of him. There are seven solitary tombs located there.
Different from the tombs I just saw, these seven tombs have no names, no code names, no photos, no tombstones, and nothing related to identity information here.
Moreover, there is no trace of worship here, it is simply cold and shabby.
Looking at the seven tombs in front of him, Qin Hao felt a surge of anger in his heart. During their lifetime, they did not receive the glory they deserved and did not fulfill their wishes. After death, they became even more desolate, like lonely ghosts floating in the world, only to end up in seven empty tombs.
Forcibly suppressing the boundless anger in his heart, Qin Hao threw the umbrella aside and let the drizzle wet his hair and suit. After opening the bag, Qin Hao was about to take out the sacrifices. Qiu and Lin wanted to help, but Qin Hao stopped them: "Just put the flowers down. You can wait for me outside..."
The two knew in their hearts that this place did not belong to them. They came here only to express their respect and admiration for the seven warriors represented by the seven tombs. They put down the flowers and left.
Qin Hao took out the sacrifices and arranged them all in the same way as before when the brothers gathered around to eat and drink. He took out two bottles of Wuliangye original wine, one bottle in front of him and one bottle opposite him. Think about it. Feeling that it might not be enough, I took out six more bottles and placed them on the opposite side.
This is the most commonly drank wine among the brothers, and it is also one of the strongest liquors. The alcohol content is as high as 72%. Whenever they return to the station after a mission, during the rare break, the brothers will go to the cooking class. Let Qin Hao show off his skills, prepare strong wine, sit down together to drink from a large bowl, and eat meat.
For them at that time, this kind of time was simply snatched from the hands of death, and it was also their only way to vent and relax.
"Brothers, it's Haozi who came late. I should have come to see you three years ago. I'm sorry, I'll punish myself with a drink!"
Qin Hao grabbed the Wuliangye in front of him, opened the mouth of the bottle with a slap, raised his neck and poured the wine into his mouth in big gulps, and drank a full third of it before he stopped. He didn't know if it was because he had lost his cultivation. , Qin Hao's ability to resolve alcohol seemed to be no longer as good as before, and there was already a touch of mist in his eyes.
While drinking, he narrated everything that had happened over the years, just like chatting with friends. He took a sip and poured a sip. Soon, the eight bottles of Wuliangye had been consumed, and at least one third of them had gone into Qin Hao's body. abdomen.
Qin Hao took the bag again, this time for burning knives. While taking the wine, he seemed to be dazed and said to himself: "I know that my brothers will not be happy with such a drink, so I also prepared the instructor's favorite roasting knives." . Instructor, I met my uncle and aunt this time, and I also brought Yuanyuan to my place. You can rest assured that you are under Jiuyuan, I will definitely take good care of them... Come, drink... "
The rain was still falling, and it had already wet Qin Hao's whole body. The rain dripped down the hair on Qin Hao's temples. The lonely person and the lonely grave came into view like a picture scroll, shrouded in a sad and painful atmosphere. middle.
Smoking and drinking are inseparable. After drinking, cigarettes are naturally indispensable. Even though it is still raining, Qin Hao still lights up the cigarettes over and over again until he has lit seven cigarettes before lighting one.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a handful of chocolates from his pocket. Qin Hao learned cigarettes from his brothers, but this chocolate was just the opposite. Qin Hao chewed a piece of chocolate all day long, which surprised everyone. They could feel Qin Hao's obsession with this snack. Over time, Qin Hao somehow developed the habit of eating.
"Brothers, after we say goodbye this time, I don't know if there will be a chance to see you again in the future. Haozi will never forget your hatred and resentment. As long as I, Qin Hao, can still live, I will one day seek justice for you and let those who The guy who framed our brother must pay the price!”
Slowly standing up, Qin Hao wiped the rain off his face, suddenly picked up a bottle of Shao Knife and drank it wildly. Suddenly he smashed the bottle on the ground and smashed it into pieces. He shouted towards the woods behind the cemetery: "Don't do it." Stop hiding, come out!"
Following Qin Hao's loud shout, a group of birds suddenly jumped up in the silent woods. A rustling sound came from the depths, followed by a loud laugh: "What a human emperor, what an underground world." The emperor, even though he has lost his cultivation, is still very powerful in battle, and he can actually find my traces!"
A figure flew out from the depths of the woods, standing on the tree trunk and looking down at Qin Hao. A long knife was slung around his waist. The long hair on the shawl swayed in the wind. It was not soaked by the rain~ and was filled with true energy. Keep out.
The visitor glanced at the surrounding environment, with a regretful expression on his face, shook his head and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that a strong man like you will die here today, but it's okay, this is a cemetery, so it's not a big deal. A lot of time has gone by, and letting you and your brothers be buried here together is a sign of my kindness and the beauty of a human being!"
Even though he was several feet away, Qin Hao could still feel the domineering and wild aura and the murderous intent from the other party, especially those blood-drinking eyes. The prey hunted by oneself is normal.
However, he did not feel timid or fearful at all. Instead, he felt unhappiness in his heart. The flames of war burned in his chest. His starry eyes stared directly at the swordsman, showing no intention of flinching.
He has always been the only one to be arrogant. When will it be someone's turn to shout arrogantly in front of him? What's more, after meeting his comrades, his mood became more and more depressed and angry. It was a coincidence that the other party came, and he couldn't wait to vent his anger immediately.
"Who is here? Tell me your name. I will never kill unknown people!" Qin Hao walked through seven tombs and walked to the woods, but his eyes never moved away from the swordsman.
The swordsman seemed to feel Qin Hao's deliberately provocative fighting spirit, and the smile on his face became even bigger. He waved his big hand, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly: "Sword Maniac Meng Jiutian, on the order of the Dragon Lord, I came here to collect your little one." Life, in order to avenge the Dragon Gang Tianhai’s humiliation and the Golden Dragon Guard’s hatred for the broken limbs! Human Emperor, tremble, today next year will be your death anniversary!”
PS: As expected, there will be four updates today, and two more to come. Please give me flowers, okay? . . . . . . . . . . . . (To be continued)