Chapter 59 Young Han, don't bow your head. Sometimes, ask for justice! Next

Dressed in a yellow shirt, as cold as snow, Yan Xiaoxin stood blankly. For a long time, he quietly looked back at his father, with bright eyes, with a little inexplicable hatred.

And strict, slow breathing, others are even more out of the air. They all looked at the girl with a dagger in their hands.

She didn't notice it when she was distracted. Her father had already quietly signaled to Fan Li...

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Yin Yifan withdrew from Qi's house and walked to the broken temple in the west of the city. He gathered Fan Jian, who had been waiting for a long time, pushed the cart, and hurried out of the city.

Unconsciously, the rain in the sky finally became heavy, washing the ancient road and powerful. After all, the rolling dark clouds still covered the shallow moon that was cold to the world.

The wind and rain are getting heavier and heavier, and raindrops dripping from Yin Yifan's face. Holding the confused Qi Run tightly in his arms, he sat next to the three relatives. At this moment, it was already cold. Fan Jian silently pushed the cart, still bumping on the muddy road.

Yin Yifan's teeth in his mouth bit tightly, and his body trembled slightly. He reached out and stroked his father a few times, touched his mother a few times, and finally stayed on Qi Qin's arm. His eyes couldn't help looking at the three lifeless people, like a weak young wolf, choking helplessly.

Suddenly, he gently put down Qi Run, and then took off his clothes and stretched it open, trying to shield the sad wind and rain for these three relatives. But helpless, the rain is like a basin, and the wind is like a flying blade.

Yin Yifan looked up at the sky, and the wind and rain came ruthlessly.

Who knows where people will go after death?

Why do you suffer from the wind and rain when you die?

This is a nameless hill, a very hidden yellow land surrounded by dense forests and trees in the winding and rugged mountain road.

Yin Yifan rolled out of the car and fell into the mud. The mud splashed all over his body. But he didn't care, so he reached out and dug hard to dig the yellow land.

Looking at this, Fan Jian did not stop him, but sighed and shook his head. Slowly put down the handle in his hand and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but turn around and ran to the distance. I don't know why? In this way, the thin figure disappeared into the darkness.

Looking at the place where Fan Jian disappeared, Yin Yifan paused slightly, and then buried his head in digging. The heavy rain washed the yellow land very softly, but even so, isn't it easy to make a pit with bare hands?

"Ah..."

On the board car, Qi Run's voice suddenly resounded. In the low-cut sound of falling rain, it spread and looked loud.

Yin Yifan was stunned and raised his head. The raindrops were mixed with a trace of mud and slowly slipped down on his face.

Qi Run's body shook violently, as if he had been electrocuted. He got up and trembled all over. As soon as he failed, he fell to the ground and splashed a mud flower.

Yin Yifan hurriedly fell over, picked up Qi Run's body, and held her in his arms for a moment. Feeling the violent trembling of the man in his arms, he couldn't help tightening his hands.

Qirun's eyes were a little empty, his face was blank, and his face was completely blank, and even the pain he should have disappeared. He only knew that he trembled all over and curled up in Yin Yifan's arms. I didn't say a word.

For a long time, Yin Yifan seemed to find something wrong. He gently shook her body, asked softly, and said in a hoarse voice: " girl?"

Qi Run did not answer, but looked up slightly at Yin Yifan, and then curled up into Yin Yifan's arms again, and a pair of small hands tremblingly grabbed Yin Yifan's chest.

Then, Yin Yifan moved his body and clasped Qi Run's delicate body with both hands. Unconsciously, it also trembled. His face twitched gently, and over time, he looked like he was sobbing.

Qi Run, obviously confused! If it hadn't been for Yin Yifan's heart, it would probably take a long time to recover.

Then, Yin Yifan let Qi Run'an sit under a big tree. Reaching out her hand and comforting her gently, she was no longer too frightened. He turned back to the small pit, gritted his teeth and dug the loess crazily. Through pain, he vented his madness. With the planing of his hands, the sound came from his mouth from time to time, undulating and looming in the wind and rain.

Blood overflowed from his mouth and fell to the ground, leaving muddy blood clumps. He did not stay, but a pair of manual bullets were a little difficult.

I don't know how long it took, but I only felt that the rain was not so heavy and the wind was a little weaker, but I didn't know that it was a little colder between heaven and earth.

"Yin Yifan!"

is Fan Jian's voice, with a little gasp, obviously a little tired. The thin face, with some pale, scattered wet long hair and long clothes, set off a little haggard figure. From the darkness, he rushed out of his body and shook a little.

There are more things in my hand than when I just left. A bundle of straw mats were held around his waist, holding a bag of things in his hand, swaying gently, I don't know what it was. The other hand, carrying a shovel, vaguely undulated with gasp.

Yin Yifan raised his head, his eyes shrank slightly, and was stunned. The corners of his mouth twitched, and a warm current emerged in his heart inexplicably. As if he had known for a long time that he would come back, he didn't say anything and bowed his head again.

Fan Jian casually threw down the cloth bag and stepped on the mud, making a series of magnetic chirping sounds. He walked over to Yin Yifan and handed over a bundle of straw mats. He twitched his nose and whispered, "Here you are. Let me dig it."

Yin Yifan silently took over the straw mat and naturally knew what it was for. Looking at the top of the car, his eyes were sad. I can't afford the coffin, and I can only wrap the body on the grass mat. Thinking of this, the bitterness that had been gradually silent in my heart surged again.

Wiping away the yellow mud and blood stains on his hands, Yin Yifan slowly stretched out his hand and touched it gently. Mr. Yin's cold and pale cheeks soaked by rain. He carefully wiped away the rain and dirt on Mr. Yin's cheeks. Then he gently sorted out the slightly wrinkled cloth. A straw mat was spread out in the yellow land, and then he slowly picked up his body...

The rain dissipates and the clouds are winding.

This long sad and sinful night is finally over. On the edge of the mountain, at the moment of the sky, a faint light quietly spread to the world with everything as a dog. The hills were quiet and peaceful. Only the breeze brushed through the dense forest, and there was a rustling sound. The rain and dew originally accumulated on the branches and leaves were also overturned. It was just a sad girl with tears.

Yin Yifan was soaked, like mud, kneeling in front of a small earth bag, in the deep ambush arm of his head. Next to him was Qi Run. Although his eyes were empty, he was also quietly kneeling under the comfort of Yin Yifan, with his chin on his chest, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fan Jian cut off a few branches with a shovel, nailed them straight into the earth bag, and circled them, so that the loess would not be washed away by the rain so easily.

A tomb, three people buried together, three people next to each other, not even a tombstone.

Who would know that it would be such a scene after their death.

Fan Jian lifted the cloth bag, and beads of water oozed out and slipped down. He shook gently and reached out two large wine pots. Approaching the grave, he sat down beside Yin Yifan, took a deep breath, gently patted him on the back, and then handed over a wine pot.

Yin Yifan didn't say anything. He reached out to take the wine pot, pulled the lid hard, and then took a sip. The strong white wine seemed to be burning, and as if the blade was cut, straight through his lower abdomen, making him cough a few times.

Fan Jian took a look, sighed, and just shook his head.

"When I was a baby, I don't know who abandoned me. It was my parents who saved me and raised me regardless of the hard work..." Yin Yifan raised his head again, poured a sip of wine, and let the heat spread inside.

Fan Jian just listened and didn't say anything.

Yin Yifan has never drunk so madly. Naturally, he coughed. The wine was mixed with blood and flowed out of his mouth all over his mouth. He is still talking: "Since I was a child, I don't know how much I have suffered and how much bitterness I, my parents have suffered. I wanted to repay this kindness with my whole life. I wanted to repay with my whole life..."

One word, one word, Yin Yifan said it slowly and bitterly. It seems that every word has been rolled out thousands of times before being squeezed out.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help trembling. Yin Yifan turned his head slightly and took Qi Run into his arms, gently comforted him, and said, "When I arrived at Qi Mansion, although it was not long before, the old lady treated my family very well. I once secretly thought that in the future, I must work well for the master..."

Looking up, Yin Yifan was waywardly not to let tears overflow again. He looked at the sky, and his hoarse voice sounded with difficulty: "It's a pity that the family is broken, and the young man has aspirations!"

He bit his lip, but there was no blood.

Fan Jian just drank and didn't say anything. A haggard face is a little gloomy. Looking at the little bag in a daze, I don't know what to think.

On this day, they drank four pots of wine. The two of them turned to the ground and resisted the stirring in their stomachs. They didn't spit out and had nothing to vomit.

Qi Yun sits quietly next to the earth bag, with his eyelashes, with dewdrops between them, and sleep peacefully.

Gradually, Yin Yifan finally couldn't stand fatigue. He fell down by the grave and fell asleep in a daze. The heavy snoring echoed in the quiet hills.

I don't know how long the three slept. When Yin Yifan woke up, he had a severe headache, his mouth was numb and dry, and he only knew that it was dark. Suddenly, his eyes shrank and he turned his head in a hurry. When Qi Run's figure appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There seemed to be a firelight not far away. Fan Jianduan sat next to the fire, and his hands did not know what he was busy with, leaving only a thin back.

Yin Yifan blinked and gently got up, but found that his hands were extremely painful and he had no strength at all. He moaned and moved his body with difficulty and approached Qi Run. He gently called a few times and said, "Wo girl, girl?"

Qi Run woke up quietly, and a pair of eyes slowly opened, showing that vaguely empty eyes, with some doubts, and looked at Yin Yifan without saying anything.

Yin Yifan gritted his teeth and picked her up hard. After a few steps, his hands trembled and his body was a little swaying.

The three of them took advantage of the heat of the fire to dry their clothes.

Fan Jian silently handed over a rabbit leg, which was burnt yellow without any aroma. Yin Yifan nodded slightly, took the barbecue, gently peeled off the burnt skin, tore off a small piece of meat, then blew a breath and fed it to Qi Run.

Qi Run opened his little mouth, maybe he was hungry and obediently.

"Today is New Year's Eve..." Fan Jian's voice was also a little hoarse. He reached out his hand and took out the cloth bag, took out the last two wine pots, and threw one at Yin Yifan.

"Happy New Year..."

Yin Yifan took the wine pot and said lightly. Then he closed his eyes, with a trace of bitterness, and smiled bitterly. The body also fluctuated with laughter. He held his hands tightly, and his voice became higher and higher.

"When you are young, you always have ambitions. It's a pity that the world is cruel, and ambitions are often just fantasy. Fan Jian sighed, and so many years as a slave had already worn away his spirit.

After a long time, Yin Yifan tore off a small piece of meat again, with a gentle look in his eyes and handed it to Qi Run. The bitter smile on his face has long disappeared, and he said firmly, "I have always believed in Hedong for 30 years and Hexi for 30 years. Young man, don't bow your head. Sometimes, ask for justice!"

The evening wind is still blowing, gently stroking the hills, and it is cold. I don't know whether it was because of the piercing chill on the teenager's body or because of the chill in the wind, Fan Jian's body couldn't help trembling.

"What do you plan to do in the future?"

Yin Yifan shook his head when he heard the words and said, "Maybe I will go to Qingzong, but climbing dragons and phoenixes is not my character."

"Shangqingzong?" Fan Jian's eyes shrank and he was stunned.

Yin Yifan laughed at himself and drank a strong drink. Haas said slowly, "It's very unfortunate that we have a relationship."

Fan Jian didn't say anything, but just looked at Yin Yifan. The stormy waves in his heart had long stopped looking at Yin Yifan as a person. Shangqingzong is such a huge thing. It has been in the Xuanji Empire for thousands of years and has been prosperous. The teenager in front of him can actually say that it has something to do with it, and he seems to disdain it.

Yin Yifan stood up, shook a few times, and walked a few steps.

Qi Run raised his empty eyebrows and looked along his back with a blank look.

The night is slowly shrouded.

This New Year's Eve, accompanied by a lonely grave.

Next New Year's Eve, next,

Where will it be again?

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(Volume 2, the matter of SF has come to an end. I will come back in a hot wind!)