Chapter 177 Mystery 4

How long has it been?

How long has it been since my father left me?

It's really calculated, but it's only been a few months, but why does it seem to have been so long? Too many things have happened during this period, and she has never really let it go.

In fact, it seems to have happened yesterday. Otherwise, why is her pain still so clear? Every time she thinks of her father, her heart still hurts so much?

She can't let go or dare not face it. For several months, she has been afraid to see her father, because subconsciously, she has always felt that it is because she indirectly killed her only and favorite relative in the world.

Or does she think it's not the right time? Do you have to go back to see him until one day you really get ahead and fulfill his dying wishes?

No matter which one it is, there may be more or less elements of escape, but today, things are important and she can no longer escape.

On the way to her father's cemetery, Dai Zhi did not say another word. In addition to the complicated mood of seeing her father, Dai Zhi was even more uneasy. She only felt that what would happen next might be a shocking secret, and this secret was closely related to her. She didn't even know it. Can you afford it?

In fact, all the evidence is enough to convince everyone that her father, Dai Fangyuan, may be the myth of the famous jade carving world in China 20 years ago - Master Xiao Muxiao.

Although she doesn't want to believe it and can't believe it, it seems that she can't deny it.

First, when Dai Zhi was a child, he heard from his neighbors that his father was not from the antique street, but moved there later. At that time, she had just been born, and no one had seen her mother, which was completely consistent in terms of time.

Second, there has always been a legend in the antique street that her father can divide the knife method, which also attracted Shen Feng's coveting knife method and even killed her family. Although she never believed it, the message was not groundless.

Third, Grandpa Jin, who is also Xiao Mu's master, believes that Xiao Mu's right little finger is disabled, and his father just meets this feature, and if his right little finger is not disabled, then the utilitarianism must be more amazing than the already very powerful now, and there is nothing impossible to achieve eight-knife waves. It's the same skill as knife.

In fact, the most important point is that Dai Zhi knows it in her heart. Since she was sensible, she has always had a secret that no one knows, that is, the set of swordsmanship created by her father himself...

For more than ten years, she has been practicing the set of swordsmanships every day. She didn't know the meaning of this set of swordsmanship before, but after she completely learned to carve, she suddenly discovered the secret--

That is the swordsmanship is actually the skill of jade carving.

Every movement is closely related to the technique of jade carving. If you don't observe it carefully, you won't find the mystery of it at all. It is because she has practiced for more than ten years that she found this relationship under the hard contact every day, so that she can instantly upgrade her carving skills to several levels with half the result.

And all this is his father's good intentions for more than ten years. He has spent so much effort to carefully create such a unique set of heirloom swordsmanship in the world. On the surface, he did not allow himself to learn carving, but in fact, he has already taught himself all his unique skills. Such a heavy fatherly love has buried more than a dozen The year is so deep.

Now that if Dad is really Xiao Mu and Xiao Mu is Dad, then Dad's intentions will be even deeper.

If something really happened to make him decide to leave his hometown and hide his name and withdraw from the jade carving world from then on, he still did his own work in the antique town, which shows how much his father loved sculpture, and he did not let her contact antiques and sculpture on the surface, but he treasured it at home. With so many books about antiques, in fact, he knew that she was secretly reading those antique books and secretly learning his carvings, but he never stopped him. Did he have long expected that he was so contradictory that he hoped that his children would live a peaceful life, and that one day, if he was gone, his children could inherit his All the true transmission, out, people, head, ground!

Dai Zhi suddenly understood why his father didn't forget to tell her not to abandon carving at the last minute, and said that he was sorry for her and asked her to become famous in the future.

What a deep love, and she always thought that her father didn't love her enough.

But what happened in those years changed the fate of their father and daughter doctors...

The barren hills, yellow dead branches, and the lonely north wind have been with my father for so long.

Looking at the tombs slightly bulging like ground bags on the back mountain of the declining town, Dai Zhi suddenly choked. She remembered that at the beginning, such a barren burial environment was still made up by herself by borrowing money. Thinking of this, Dai Zhi felt sad and ashamed of the old man. Dad's upbringing for 20 years.

With the desolate north wind, Dai Zhiyi also walked to his father's cemetery step by step. His whole heart only felt more desolate than this desolate back mountain. His throat seemed to be choked with something. His nose was sour and astringent, and he desperately resisted the tears that seemed to gushed out of his eyes.

She wants to laugh, she wants to laugh.

Let Dad see that she is living a good life now. Don't worry about her. Let him know that his daughter is his pride. Even if a person, even if his shoulders are weak, can rely on his own hands to get everything she wants step by step. Let him know that she has lived up to his up to his upbringing for so many years. Yu Zhi's kindness, now she has finally grown up.

"Dad, you will be relieved for me..."

St standing in front of her father's grave and looking at her father who was still serious in the photo, Dai Zhi said gently in her heart that she knew that her father would be able to hear and see.

Dai Zhi slowly squatted down and pulled out the thriving weeds on the grave with his own hands. It was only a few months, and the weeds had grown all over the grave. For so long, no one came to see the old neighbor who had lived in the antique street for decades. No one remembered this unsmiling but kind-hearted How many good men have helped to repair houses, nail furniture, borrow money, and people are cold and warm. Everyone lives profit-oriented. No one remembers that he has turned into a cup of loess.

Mr. Jin, who stood behind, knelt down in front of the grave and cried,

"Shepherd! It's really you..."