Chapter 16 Wine to control the breeze

If you don't die, you are lucky to be able to escape from the mouth of that kind of big monster. At this moment, you can still lie in the mud. For the yellow finch, it must be that the ancestors of the Huang family must have blessed him in the hell. Of course, it's all thanks to the super perverted Xiaodi**. It's not him who fights the mad dragon, and his life is even if he is put on hold. It's here.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the yellow finch, Huang Hailin also relaxed. He took a long breath and shook his head. Everyone knew that he was regretting, but things have come to this point. Are you still trying to do it again? To be honest, everyone is afraid, and Huang Hailin himself seems to know that it needs to be done. The big guy in this pool is absolutely impossible to deal with the people in front of him.

"Second brother, forget it!" After washing the dirt on his face by the pool, Lao Qi lit a cigarette and said to Huang Hailin with a sad face.

Huang Hailin sighed and nodded. Needless to say, he was depressed.

The yellow finch was soft and listless. After a long time, it gradually recovered its physical strength. After washing away the dirty things on its body, everyone was about to go back home. When they came, a villager came quickly on the way and shouted, but it was the official language of the donkey's unloading, but it was a small loss. Hearing this, he turned pale and rushed out quickly.

Huang Hailin looked at the lame old seven and asked, "What happened?"

The lame old seven was stunned and said, "I didn't hear it very well, but it seems that Mr. Cao can't do it."

"Mr. Cao can't do it?" Huang Hailin suddenly stopped. This old man is really unpredictable. He can read people's hearts and know fate. At least Huang Hailin clearly knows and is convinced of this. The day before yesterday, he said that he only has two days of life. At this moment, is it really the deadline?

Thinking of this, everyone accelerated their pace and returned to the donkey unloading mill.

The whole village gathered around Xiaodi's wooden house. Huang Hailin pushed through the crowd and walked in with the crowd. Mr. Cao lay on Mu** with a bad face. He kept telling something in Xiaodi's ears. His voice was extremely low. Xiao lost's face was full of tears. He kept nodding and holding the old man's hands hard.

Seeing the return of Huang Hailin and others, the old man's look seemed to be much better. After talking to Xiao Diu, he called Huang Hailin over.

Huang Hailin squatted down, put his ears close to Mr. Cao's mouth, and then said, "Sir!"

Old Cao drooped his eyelids and was weak. "Mr. Huang, you... you promised me... you must do my thing."

Huang Hailin said, "Don't worry, old man, I will do what I say."

Old Cao coughed and whispered, "So... have you found that thing?"

Huang Hailin shook his head.

"Fate... It's all fate, Huang... Mr. Huang... Listen to me... Everything... Don't force it, understand?"

Huang Hailin gritted his teeth and said in a voice that only he and Mr. Cao could hear, "Sir, can you tell me some more heavenly information? In the future, I, Huang Hailin, will definitely not forget the Tomb-sweeping Ghost Festival.

Old Cao suddenly laughed and shook his head very simply.

After talking to Huang Hailin, the old man never talked to anyone else anymore. He called Xiaodi aside again, shed tears and was reluctant to give up. I guess he was also teaching this boy at the end. Huang Hailin was bored when he saw that the old man was unwilling to tell himself something at the last moment of his death. Exit the wooden house.

As soon as the lame old seven and Dong Kuiwu stopped, they found that there was a severe pain in their waist and buttocks. They quickly went to the next room to apply red flower oil. Only the yellow finch always felt that this scene of life and death made him a little unable to restrain his feelings. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Xiaoluo for a while. His eyes were warm and he was about to go out. But he was stopped by Xiao Di, saying that the old man had something to say to him.

The yellow finch was a little surprised. Does this old man have anything to explain to himself? The yellow finch walked over with a trace of fear and respect, squatted down and shouted, "Grandpa Cao!"

Old Cao motioned the yellow finch to sit closer, and then grabbed the right hand of the yellow finch. The yellow finch felt that this hand was really cold, cooler than the pool in the mirror pool.

"Grandpa Cao..."

The yellow finch shouted again. He was really not used to the feeling of being pulled.

Old Cao suddenly nodded, and his whole body was a little excited. His shrugging eyelids also opened in an instant, making the yellow finch bend down. He whispered in the ear of the yellow finch, "Young man, remember the old man's words, drink the breeze!"

"Wine to control the breeze? Does wine control the breeze?" The yellow finch muttered softly, which was very strange. What do these four words mean?

"Grandpa Cao, these four words..."

"No need to ask, no need to say, just keep it in mind!" Old Cao coughed heavily twice, and his whole body seemed to be really unsupportable.

The yellow finch didn't want to disturb the last moment when his grandfather and grandson got together. Then he walked out of the wooden house and found that his body was still wet. Thinking of this experience in the morning, the yellow finch couldn't help shivering. This time, it can really be said that the door of the escape from death was closed. What other people said about the experience? How dangerous it is, but I was swallowed into half of my body by the big guy. It's not that Xiao lost his life to save himself. This life is here.

The yellow finch couldn't help smoking a cigarette and suddenly thought that if he really died, who would be the most uncomfortable? Second uncle, mother, or the young lady who often calls herself aunt in Qingcheng?

This girl has been away from Qingcheng for a few days. I don't know how many disasters she has caused. The yellow finch knows that if she can go back alive this time, she will probably help her wipe her buttocks for many days. In other words, there are already a lot of people waiting to challenge her. This girl won't let her live a good life. However, after a few days, I haven't seen her, and I really miss her a little. It's just that there is no signal in this small natural green village like the donkey. The yellow finch can only extinguish the smoke and pat its buttocks to change clothes.

Old Cao lost his breath after four o'clock in the afternoon. There was no suspense. The whole small village was shrouded in a sad atmosphere. Xiaoduo was even more so. He had been kneeling in front of Mr. Cao, not eating or drinking. All night, everyone felt sad and admired the boy. It's not worth the old man Cao to pick him up from the mountain. Otherwise, he didn't know that he had been reincarnated hundreds of times.

The donkey unloading and grinding people have the customs here. That night, the whole village lit the torch and danced. No one knew what it meant. Huang Hailin sat with the lame old seven Dong Kuiwu and prayed like the others. The yellow finch was a little worried about Xiao Diu, so he went to the house. Accompanying.

After the guidance of the yellow finch, Xiaodi's mood finally calmed down a little, but he was still telling the story of Mr. Cao when he was a child, going up the mountain to cut firewood, hunting and so on. It was very ordinary, but the yellow finch knew that these little things would remain in Xiao Diu's heart like a brand for a lifetime.

Huang Hailin felt a little regret about the death of Mr. Cao. Everything in the world has too many mysteries and mysteries. Sometimes you can't understand it all your life without being touched by people. Old Cao is obviously a master with great magical power. If you can pry something out of his mouth, Huang Hailin knew that it was his lifelong wealth and luck, but now, old man Cao is dead. Even if he wants to ask anything, there is no chance. Huang Hailin feels a sense of loss, and the words on the pale white yellow cloth are always haunting in his heart.

"Second brother, did you just say that Mr. Cao asked you to promise him to take the little one out?" The lame old seven asked.

Huang Hailin came back from his thoughts and nodded, "Uh-huh!"

"Are you really bringing it?"

"What do you think?"

Lao Lao Qi sighed and said softly, "Second brother, I know you are kind-hearted and it's not easy to excuse what you promise others, but then again, this boy has lived in the mountains since he was a child and has never seen the world. In case he takes it out and causes any trouble, who can handle it? Besides, he has never gone out, and he may not get used to it when he goes to Qingcheng.

Huang Hailin thought for a while and said, "Lao Qi, you're right. However, the man is trustworthy. Since he has promised, he must do it. What's more, the old man has passed away now. If he is dead, he has to be more trustworthy. After throwing it out, it's another thing to get used to it. In case he really adapts. No, if you want to come back, I can only send him back."

"Come back?" The lame old seven had lingering palpitations. He was afraid that Huang Hailin would catch the 'dragon' again at that time. This time it was luck. He didn't die. Next time, the ghost would know if he had no life to go out alive.

Huang Hailin seemed to have seen through the mind of the crippled seven, but he did not break it. He smoked and thought about his own things.

The next day, Xiao Diu, who had been kneeling for all night, finally stood up on his knees. The yellow finch thought he would be sore and hurt or even fall down, but the boy still stood upright like a mountain. He took the iron machete from the beam and went out. The yellow finch followed him and asked, "Xiao Diu, what are you doing?"

"Uphill, find a good coffin for my grandpa!"

"I'll go with you and just help!"

The yellow finch looks at the people in the village who are busy. The second uncle and three also have something to do, only themselves. It's just better than standing here for a walk.

Xiao Di nodded, and the two went up the mountain together.

The mountains are steep, and the trees are towering. With a carbron machete in his hand, Xiao Di knocked down a big tree held by two people. Then, he intercepted the thickest section of the three meters long, and Xiao Diu carried it alone and went down the mountain.

The yellow finch is dumbfounded, and even a little unbalanced. Xiaodi, why can this boy be so strong? Why can you be so perverted? I said I was here to help, but in fact, it's just doing such a machete and breaking branches. When I say it, I will blush.

Back to the donkey unloading mill, some people in the village emptied the inner wall of the big tree. In the afternoon, a series of sacrificial and funeral activities began. The whole process of Xiao Di cried heartbreakingly, which made the yellow finch really not feel good. The boy's crying reached the deepest part of his heart, and it was definitely not the kind in TV and movies. Hypocritical, listening, I always feel sour in my heart.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Mr. Cao was buried next to a row of graves not far away, ending the old man's mysterious and strange life.

For the villagers who unloaded the donkey, old man Cao is a mystery, and for Huang Hailin, the old man Cao is also a mystery. Even if it is a little loser, he only knows that the old man is his grandfather, the old man's past, the old man's past, the old man's glory and loneliness, everything, no one knows.

Everyone went back, but Xiaodiu still knelt on the ground, with red eyes. He looked at the new grave bag in front of him and said, "Grandpa, I don't know when Xiaodi will come back to see you. You said that the second uncle will take me out. You have to let Xiaodi see the outside world. Grandpa, Xiaodi will definitely live well. Well, there is one more thing, Grandpa, Brother Huang Que is a good man. Didn't you tell Xiao Di before? People live a breath, and a coffin dies. Who is willing to accompany Xiao Diu to get a coffin for you? He is the benefactor of Xiao Diu for a lifetime.