That night the three of us set off for Vietnam. We came to this place twice in a year, but our moods were different before and after. The former has the unknown but hopes, and the latter knows it but can hardly hide it. Because according to Hu Qinan's tone, the possibility of seeing blood this time is very high, and even when the worst happens, it is not an exaggeration to wipe out the core of the two series of wet floods in one fell swoop.
When I arrived at the Changshan Mountains, it was already the next morning, and all the traces left by the fanfare when I came last time have been concealed and disappeared, and the woods are quiet, as if there have been no people inside.
After getting out of the car, four or five people dressed up as field soldiers gathered around to guide us. Hu Qinan introduced to me that this is the son of the Ning family in Beijing.
Those people first nodded to me, and then led the three of them. These people should be the masters Hu Qinan said.
As the head of the contemporary Ning family in name, I am actually just a puppet role fostered by the Ning family in Beijing for the time being. The news that Hu Qinan has come to express condolences to Bai on the fourth floor has already been released. I only brought a few people to the so-called single-handed meeting. , It is the last one to try, I hope people in the wet flood country will not make things too ugly. If you try to no avail, you will have to take the lead in doing it in the end.
Therefore, the group of eight people did not hide their traces, and proceeded directly to the side of the wet Jiao Lake until they entered the depths of the mountains and forests, and saw white flags hanging high in the dense forest, floating in the wind, and finally there were very conspicuous traces of foreign objects under their feet.
All the way to the wet Jiao Lake, at this time the wet Jiao Lake has been filled up by the people led by Hu Qinan, and even the ruins are planted with grass and trees to cover the old soil. People who don’t know absolutely cannot imagine that there was a huge one here. lake.
Standing on the hillside, I heard sorrows and joys over there, white banners everywhere, a huge black coffin parked above the original site of the wet Jiao Lake, surrounded by the coffin, hundreds of chairs were placed in the open air, and all the people on the chairs were dressed in white robes. There is also a white cloth bag tied on his forehead.
There should be three generations of wet floods from the two rivers and one line, as well as three generations of wet floods from the southwest. The southwest leader Bai fourth floor died. The two rivers wet floods do not need to be dressed like this, and according to the information provided by Hu Qinan, The two sides diverged because of their different ideas, but they looked down on each other very much.
At the moment, both parties are all wearing hemp and filial piety. It can be seen that it is not only for the burial of Bai Sifang, but also to take this opportunity to mourn the mother of the wet flood. Hu Qinan and I looked at each other, knowing that this trip might not be good. It's just that the two lines of Wet Flood Dragons have the intention of resolving the differences between the two sides for many years by hanging on to the mother of Wet Flood Dragons, and working together.
Our group just showed up on the hillside, the grief and joy suddenly stopped, all the wet dragons around the coffin turned their heads and looked straight at us.
The group stopped, standing on the side of the mountain and staring at the hundreds of eyes.
There was no sound up and down for a while, only the forest sea undulated, and Bai Fan Lie followed the wind.
Hu Qinan whispered, "Now you are the head of the Ning family."
I lifted my foot and walked down the mountain. The speed was not fast, and a few people behind me followed. I braved the mountain breeze, and said loudly: "Ningbai's family is close to each other, and I was shocked to hear that the old lady Bai is driving a crane, and Ningjia Ningchuan came to offer condolences.
No one responded to my voice, and I knew that of course I couldn't take a step back at this time. I took people directly, with hundreds of eyes, and went straight through the wagging white flags, and drove directly to the coffin on the fourth floor of the white house.
There is a futon in front of the coffin, which is of course for people's courtesy. On both sides of the futon are kneeling filial sons and grandchildren. These three generations of wet dragons are actually the same as the etiquette system of human society. I went up and kneeled on the futon. When I got up, the filial sons and grandchildren on both sides should lift me up from the futon, but they didn't move, they just looked at me like this.
I didn’t feel embarrassed either. Instead, I stood up and looked around at the people present. Sometimes there were a few familiar faces of the Bai family, but they couldn’t even name them. Most of these people were expressionless. As for the people on the other side. , They all have hatred on their faces, presumably this side is the three generations of the two rivers and one line of wet floods.
I continued to walk through the condolence process. Although I didn't write an article like Zhuge Liang hanging on to Zhou Yu, it was still a speech of emotion.
"The Bai family and our family are family friends. Whether it was in Ningshan or in the history of Ning, or even further back, there will always be the Bai family and my Ning family. By all accounts, our family can be regarded as a century old. Friendship. It was the generation of Mrs. Bai, who made his fortune on the border, and now there is the Xuanhuitang that spreads all over the country. Only when the times change and always stand behind the Ning family, the Ning family has never moved forward. So far. Unknowingly, Mrs. Bai, the last person in the history of Ning, has also left."
Speaking of this, it can be regarded as a speech of emotion. I found a tree stump for myself, and just sat in front of the coffin on the fourth floor of the White House, facing the next hundreds of wet dragons.
"However, the complete end of an era should not let people stop, and we should also look at how the future should go."
Along the way, the wet floods didn't say anything. In fact, I was a little worried that they didn't intend to speak at all and directly killed us. But I also believe that although the two rivers and one line of wet floods are hard to say, there must be some sensible people among the three generations of wet floods in the southwest, that is, the past is not admonished, and the ones who come can be pursued. They did fail in the past, and the current situation is also terrible, but it does not mean that there is no chance in the future. If they really tear their faces with the Ning family or with the human society, then they will have no chance at all.
As long as they are not blinded by hatred, and after careful consideration, they will find that the last straw at this time is the Ning Family, or the longevity plan behind the Ning Family. What they were worried about was that the Ning family completely regarded it as an alien and planned to kill them all.
The situation between Ning and Bai must be tit-for-tat, but there is also the most rational possibility in it, that is, that the Bai family will let go of their hatred, in order to continue to follow the Ning family, and the Ning family will let go of their suspicions, in order to strengthen their strength. Continue to credit the Baijia.
Consummation brought about by reason may always exist, but most people who are irrational will always exist. What I am doing now is to pull the Bai family back from the hatred as much as possible.
From Baisilou's request for a burial in Vietnam before his death, it can be seen that he was deliberately leaving us with opportunities and circumstances to benefit us. Then it is impossible not to entrust others to continue his peace with the Ning family.
It was like leaving Hu Qinan behind before Ning Shan left.
The biggest worry for Bai Si Lou may be that the Ning Family will not accept his kindness. If it is still there in Ningshan, I am afraid that the Bai family will not be kept beside me, but I am different, I need to win the recognition of the clan. The so-called good time and place, and people and people, this gave me and the "surrender" of the Bai family a tacit opportunity to meet here.
There was silence for a while. There were already some people on the two rivers and one series who were ready to move, but I did not take it to heart. On the one hand, the elite forces of the two rivers and the first series suffered two disastrous defeats, and they had already suffered heavy losses. They pinched their noses. On the fourth floor of the funeral, you can see that no matter how beautified, the strength is weakened, and it is trying to merge with the southwest. On the other hand, there are people around me to protect.
So my focus is on the southwestern Bai family where the power still exists today. As long as the Bai family does not intend to lean to the left, the two rivers are not worth mentioning.
Among the crowd, one person stood up in the first row of the Bai family. This person looked fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair, and a pair of eagle eyes slightly narrowed. He was quite powerful. Seeing this person stand up, only one one-eyed man in his forties can be seen from the two rivers and one line.
The two are now the people who are talking about both sides, and they are still willing to stand up, that means there is something to talk about.
I also got up from the stump and brought a group of people behind me to greet me, but I did not care about the one-eyed man in the two rivers. I stretched out my hand to the old man Eagle Eye. "Is the old gentleman the Bai family's talker now?"
The old man eagle eye stretched out my hand and shook it. One hand was as powerful as an eagle claw, and he casually said: "Ning Chuan has become a parent, and the Ning clan will not be able to leave your Beijing department in the end."
I frankly said: "The dust is uncertain. I don't know how the old gentleman is called."
He squinted his eyes and stared at me for a while, then suddenly smiled, "It stands to reason that you should have heard of me."
I was taken aback for a moment, but I also knew that even if I couldn't call someone's name at this time, it would be a disadvantage. Suddenly a name flashed in my mind, and I blurted out: "Bai Amai?" (End of this chapter)