"The name of this poem. It's called 'If'..." Jun Moxie cleared his throat, a mysterious smirk flashed across the corner of his mouth, cultivated his emotions, and then he calmed down his dantian, using a cadenced tone, full of emotional chants He said: "Ah... If I were a hoe, you would be Dangwu; if I was a bow, then you would be a big eagle; if I was Qingming, then you would be Hetu; If, if, so many ifs, my heart... is all in it."
The voice was clear and thick, and it spread out slowly in the deep mountains and dense forests, so the whole valley echoed: "Hoe Wo... Dang Wu... Hoe Wo... Dang Wu..."
After chanting, Jun Moxie looked at Mei Xueyan sincerely, and said affectionately: "Xueyan, this is my heart, expressing my most sincere affection for you. It is also my desire for you...Love is higher than mountains, love is deeper than seas , you... just follow me."
Mei Xueyan frowned, and recited these few poems in a low voice, the more she read, the more Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and finally asked modestly: "What does this poem really mean?"
"You just need to know that this poem is my wish for you. Only the sun in the sky can express this wish!" Jun Moxie said seriously.
An inexplicable touch flashed across Mei Xueyan's face, but she still thought about it, the emotion in this poem is quite deep, but the literary level is too average... She is like this, if she doesn't understand something, she will keep going He kept thinking about it, but this time he didn't understand at all, and murmured in a low voice... for a long time, when he was about to ask Jun Moxie again, a voice from far away suddenly said: "Who is making noise here?"
Following this sound, a person came flying like a meteor, from far to near, and landed in front of the two of them. When he saw Jun Moxie at a glance, he was overjoyed: "Moxie, you are here; you have been counting for the past few days." I am waiting for the day, but my uncle's neck is so long... "
The person who came was Dongfang Wendao, Jun Moxie's third uncle...
Dongfang Wendao immediately saw Mei Xueyan, and couldn't help staring. Said: "This is..." He secretly praised in his heart: My nephew is really good, and I found another...and so beautiful...
"Your niece, my wife..." Jun Moxie hastily introduced.
The Third Master Dongfang panicked immediately, and touched left and right on his body. After a long time, Dongfang asked Dao with an embarrassed expression on his face: "Why didn't you say it earlier, I, I... I am an uncle, and I didn't bring any greetings... "
Mei Xueyan followed Jun Moxie, and she really suffered a lot of embarrassment... Along the way, as long as she knew someone who was related, Jun Moxie would introduce: This is my daughter-in-law, my wife, my wife, clumsy Jing or something...
However, Mei Xueyan was still silent during this introduction; because the relationship between these people is worthy of Jun Moxie's respect or closeness... but they are all his juniors... It is really uncomfortable.
As time passed, Mei Xueyan didn't care about this anymore... she got used to it. I have thickened my skin somewhat... It is really embarrassing to follow this guy who is not thick-skinned...
"What kind of meeting ceremony do you need..." Jun Moxie declined enthusiastically: "...you can just make up the double when you go back, Xueyan will definitely not mind..."
"You really don't know, boy! Don't you know that your third uncle doesn't have a lot of money?" Dongfang Wendao glanced at this good nephew resentfully: "Let's go, your grandma is waiting for you, and the eyes of hope have become presbyopia. …”
Jun Moxie cursed for a while: What? Presbyopia? Elderly people will be dazzled when they get older, right? How can you say that you are looking forward to me? This and that? !
When Dongfang Wendao said the seventh sentence "It's almost here, we will be there after turning a corner", and finally saw the gate of the Dongfang Family... This made Jun Moxie very suspicious of this uncle's concept of distance... From More than 300 miles away, you said, "We are almost there, we will be there after turning a corner...", but until now, we have turned a hundred times...
The Eastern Family that appeared in front of Jun Moxie surprised Jun Moxie.
There is a valley in front of you.
In the valley, there are actually patches of fields around, only in the middle, there are red walls and green tiles, a large house, but there is no luxury of any family, but... like a calm, ordinary village...
It's just that, in this simple village, there is a unified wall... and then it is divided into families... In the middle is a wide continent, paved with fine stones. Over the years, the stone road has turned dark brown, and even No more edges and corners...
Nine people were waiting in front of the door.
There is a rosewood chair in the middle, on which sits a thin old lady with snow-white hair; even her eyebrows are also snow-white, although she is old, she is very energetic, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, only in the blink of an eye, You can also see the sharpness of the rivers and lakes back then...
She was smiling all over her face, watching Jun Moxie arrive, she couldn't control the tears welling up in her eyes...
"This is your grandma..." Dongfang Wendao said in a low voice: "Back then...she was an old man with a good face, and she still looked like she was in her 30s or 40s when she was 70 or 80 years old, but when your mother took her back, she looked miserable... ... Let her old man's hair... turn white overnight... Moreover, it also grows old and haggard day by day... until it is like this... oh... "
Dongfang Wendao said so heavily, Jun Moxie also felt sour when he heard it...
Thinking of his grandfather Jun Zhantian's evaluation of Dongfang old lady before leaving: "Your grandmother is not a simple person, she is like an old goblin; there are seventy or eighty people, and it seems that there are only thirty people... I look like your mother, more like sisters than mother and daughter, magnificent, graceful and elegant, showing everyone's demeanor... "
Jun Wuwu also solemnly warned: "Mo Xie, after meeting your grandmother, you must respect her more, don't look at her as if she is very young and feel awkward, Mrs. Dongfang can be said to be the most beautiful woman your third uncle has ever known in this life. Wise woman…”
But now thinking of the warnings from his grandfather and third uncle, Jun Moxie only felt sad, heartfelt bitterness... The impression of Jun Zhantian and Jun Wuwu is still ten years ago... Mrs. Dongfang, her own grandmother, since she put her daughter After taking it home, it turned into what it is now in a short period of time...
Goosebumps and white hair, senile!
What kind of mental torture does it take to become like this
Although the daughter is married and has children, in the heart of the old lady, she is still the little girl who wore shofar braids under Cheng Huan's knees; she was shocked to see her heartbroken, life would be better than death, and she couldn't sleep; The motherly heart of the old lady Dongfang also collapsed... like her daughter. What image do mothers care about? Worried, his hair turned gray overnight... In the past ten years, there are thousands of trivial matters entangled inside, and powerful enemies oppressing Suo's family outside.
Next to her, the second master Dongfang Wenjian and the uncle Dongfang Wenqing stood on the left and right, a few young girls behind them were looking at this side curiously, and three middle-aged beautiful women with dignified manners were quietly watching Jun Moxie and Mei Xue Smoke, the old woman did not speak. They didn't say a word either.
"It's the son of Wenxin... is it Moxie? Jun Moxie?" The old lady Dongfang stood up tremblingly, looking at the young face in front of her, in a daze, she seemed to see the shadow of her daughter when she was a child; When the daughter came over delicately...
In an instant, she thought of her daughter who was still unknown and her heart was closed, and suddenly her eyes were all red; she tried to take two steps forward, her white hair fluttering in the wind, and her voice was trembling: "Come... come closer Hurry up, come here quickly, let grandma take a good look... My grandson, why did you come here... "
An unspeakable sourness rose in Jun Moxie's heart for no reason, and he forced a smile, then slowly leaned forward, touched the ground on one knee, raised his head, and looked up at this strong and bleak evening scene for his children The old man, there is only respect in his heart, only kindness, and... unspeakable sourness...
Back then, Jun Wuhui died unexpectedly; Dongfang Wenxin suddenly heard the bad news and couldn't afford it, so the old lady of Dongfang went out of the mountain in a rage and slaughtered the world; Dongfang's assassins were everywhere, the continent shook, and Xuanxuan was bloodbathed.
Back then, Jun Moyou Jun Mochou was murdered strangely, and it was still the Dongfang family's death revenge, with blood flowing for thousands of miles; even the Tianxiang Palace was full of heads...
These are all the masterpieces of the old lady in front of her; for the sake of her children, she will not hesitate to use the meager power of an oriental family to fight against the world and start a war against the world!
What a boldness this is!
Even if you slaughter the world, you must take revenge!
What a deep hatred this is... It's all for her daughter, for that true love!
same. It is precisely because of this that the Dongfang family was besieged by the three supreme lords. In the desperate situation, this peerless beauty, but reluctantly made an oath, and faded out of the rivers and lakes with endless regret and heartache. …
The revenge has not been reported, and the blood has not been paid; but he has no choice but to sink his halberd into the sand, and returns sadly...
From then on, in the remote mountains and remote areas, there will be no day of comeback! Facing her daughter's endless pain day and night, facing the helplessness in her heart, facing the pain that is equivalent to a lifetime, how can this mother who loves her daughter deeply feel so much
The sword peak collapsed and the snow mountain collapsed, and the mysterious beasts were punished by heaven!
For the past ten years, I spent silently in such a remote place with few people. How can the old man feel better? How can such harsh conditions be met? If there is never a day to achieve it, wouldn't the Eastern family be just like this? For one daughter, the whole family has to be implicated. Even if she has no regrets, it is still difficult to face other family members. What a huge pressure! Always on the heart of the old lady.
Dilemma... If such a condition was not agreed to at the beginning, the Eastern family would be destroyed on the spot, there is no chance of luck! Reluctantly agreed, but only in exchange for the current lingering...
Jun Moxie suddenly felt that he knew his grandmother very well... The pressure on this frail-looking old man was really too great, too heavy...