I have a room in Huangquan

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Through the mask, the other party looked at the old man Chen behind Ding Xiaoyi, and stood aside silently, neither speaking nor making any movements.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi was wary of him in his heart, but with an indifferent expression on his face, he walked to the coffin.

After gently pushing open the lid of the coffin, he put the old man Chen who was not yet dead in the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there were some other odds and ends.

For example, old man Chen made pots out of leaves, small bamboo baskets, and bits and pieces of spices.

Simple outrageous.

Oh, as for the poems Mr. Chen wrote down by himself, he didn't plan to put them in. After all, he still had to take them back.

As for the photo, Ding Xiaoyi still put the photo in the coffin after thinking about it.

Back to Chai Mu's new residence, everything is a new beginning.

There was no hatred, no intrigue, old man Chen was there to accompany him with peace of mind, to be a housekeeper for himself, just to be a leisurely old man.

Just like the words my grandfather left me: "Look ahead."

I don't know how to put on makeup either, so I had to simply tidy up old man Chen's remains.

At this time, the masked man stepped forward, walked around the coffin, and when he walked in front of him, he silently bowed to him.

Made myself a little overwhelmed.

After bowing, the masked man stood aside, as if he was still waiting for old man Chen to be buried.

"Master, this guy seems to have come to attend the funeral."

The jade pull finger probably saw something, because the behavior of the masked man just now was the mourning ceremony that the guests would do when the Xia people were buried.

It's a pity that Xia people have long forgotten the rules passed down from generation to generation, and everything has been simplified a lot.

Of course, Yu Tuanzhi still selectively forgot about the part of the mourning ceremony where the family members kowtow to the guests to thank the guests.

Sensing that the other party seems to have no malicious intentions, Ding Xiaoyi no longer pays special attention to the other party.

After covering the coffin, put nails on the top of the coffin according to the method Chen Lao said before.

Pick up the shovel and start filling the soil.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that the masked man took out something from his cloak.

"Qiāng!"

Seeing the hole in the black hole, Ding Xiaoyi's first thought was that the other party wanted to kill him.

His face changed instantly, and he was ready to wake up the meat ball immediately.

Fortunately, at this time, Yu Razhi realized that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Master, I misunderstood,

Misunderstood, that's not a qiang, it's... a suona! "

"Suona??"

Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head, he had heard the flute and tried the flute, what is the suona? ?

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's bewildered face, Yu Razhi was heartbroken, feeling that in this era, Xia people have preserved too little inheritance.

"Suona is the soul of our Xia people!"

It feels that it is very necessary for itself, to be its master, to popularize the excellent inheritance of the Xia people.

"I don't know the sound of the suona at first, but I'm already a person in the coffin. Master, this suona is for the living and also for the dead. It is an unbroken inheritance of our Xia people!"

Seeing that it was rare for Yutu to speak so grandly, Ding Xiaoyi believed him for a while.

Just curious, what kind of musical instrument is suona.

The masked man ignored Ding Xiaoyi, and stood aside and took off the movable mechanism of the lower jaw of the mask.

Showing her pink lips, she casually put the suona on her lips.

Accompanied by the first cry of the suona, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't stop shaking his whole body instantly, feeling goosebumps all over his body.

How to describe that sentence?

Like complaining like weeping!

The sharp and high-pitched voice seemed to penetrate directly into the soul through the eardrum.

Accompanied by the sound of the masked man blowing the suona, a deep mourning song echoed in the mountains and forests.

Every syllable reveals a sense of resentment and sadness, as if someone is crying, or someone is playing.

Indescribably lonely and cool.

I was in a good mood at first, but when I listened to the music, my nose felt sore for no reason.

However, at this time, the low and deep syllable suddenly changed.

Just listening to the syllables rising rapidly, the entire rhythm and style of music have completely changed.

The speed of change is overwhelming.

"Hey, a hundred birds face the phoenix! Does anyone still know this song now??"

Jade Finger was equally astonished, but it was surprised that there were still people who knew how to make a hundred birds court a phoenix when the people of Xia had lost most of their inheritance. Such a difficult piece was really surprising.

"Squeak... squeak~~"

The music played faster and faster, and Ding Xiaoyi faintly heard the sound of birds in it, which seemed to be many kinds, but he didn't recognize it, and there was even the sound of chickens.

It's just that the rhythm is fast and even a little cheerful.

"Is this bad music?"

Finally, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't bear to question Yu Rao.

Forget about old man Chen, I didn't feel too much sadness about old man Chen's death, and even felt a little bit of joy and excitement in my heart.

Because he was going to take old man Chen back to Chaimu Xinju.

But if you change to an ordinary family, and a relative in the family has passed away, playing such a cheerful tune, will it be...too much?

Facing Ding Xiaoyi's confusion, Yu Tuan pointed to contempt in his heart, but he still explained in a patient tone: "Master, this is the real bad song, great music is great bad, listen carefully..."

The highest state of art is to show two sides of one thing, or even more pictures.

After he listened carefully, sure enough, the joyful cry of the bird turned into a mournful cry of weeping blood.

The crowing of a rooster is more like a low-pitched cry.

The faster the tune is, the more the distinction between sorrow and joy gradually blurs. At first listen to great joy, but carefully listen to great sorrow.

It made Ding Xiaoyi a little drunk for a moment.

Until the last bird chirping, the sharp mournful sound echoed in the mountains, causing the birds in the mountains to resonate together, and it lasted for a long time...

People scattered.

After the masked man finished blowing the suona, he quickly turned around and left without saying a single word from the beginning to the end.

It seems that the purpose of coming here is just to play a suona for old man Chen.

I wanted to ask about the identity of the other party.

He just opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to ask.

He could only watch the figure of the other party gradually disappear into the jungle before filling in the last handful of soil and erecting the stele.

Only then did Ding Xiaoyi notice that in the lower left corner of the stele, there was an extra line of small characters at some point.

Goddaughter: Mu Wandi

This line of small characters was obviously engraved just now.

"Daughter? Didn't I hear old man Chen say that??"

Ding Xiaoyi felt depressed for a while, but he didn't think much about it. After remembering the name, he planned to go back to Huangquan and ask old man Chen, and he would know everything by then.

When you are the last step, after the tombstone is erected.

Ding Xiaoyi patted the mud on his hands, and when he looked back, he saw that the sky had already broken dawn.

A ray of light shone from a distance, and the sea of ​​flowers in front of me swayed with the wind, and the bright red ocean rolled up pieces of petals, dancing in the air with the wind.

Ding Xiaoyi turned his head and glanced at old man Chen's tombstone.

The previous generation is constantly dying, and the predecessors of the older generation are gradually passing away.

And a new generation of new people is rising rapidly.

It is conceivable that in the future, there may really be a great world that will appear.

But Mr. Chen will definitely see the great world, and he will take him with him to witness with his own eyes what kind of era it is.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, and couldn't help but think of the information that the old man of the Wang family gave him tonight.

I don't know when, the idea of ​​getting out of the protected area has already begun to sprout in my heart.

And this idea is becoming more and more intense as I think about it.

"Perhaps, I should also go and see what kind of world is outside!"

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi turned his gaze to the sun's rays, and saw that under the morning light, one person and one monument stood on the top of the mountain, as if they were telling the story of an end and a new beginning... 6

Chapter 148 : Refreshing people!

After returning from Qingmang Mountain, Ding Xiaoyi sat in the yard.

"Meow!"

The sheriff snuggled into his arms obediently, constantly licking Ding Xiaoyi's palm.

He didn't return to Huangquan immediately.

Instead, he put the phone on the cracked stone table aside and waited quietly.

After about half an hour.

"Jingle Bell……"

A phone alarm rang, Ding Xiaoyi picked up the phone, it was Leiding's number.

After pressing the answer button, Leiding whispered on the other end of the phone: "Someone attacked you?"

It could be heard that Redding's voice suppressed anger.

The trade union is monitoring the entire incident, and someone dares to do it at this time.

Originally, there was a special person responsible for tracking the vehicle to ensure that Ding Xiaoyi could reach the destination safely.

However, those people were all stunned.

This shows that the other party is very clear about the trade union's tactics, and there may even be an inner ghost in it.

When the corpse truck came back, the driver found the bullet hole belatedly.

After hastily reporting to Redding, Redding realized that something was wrong last night.

"What to do?? What to do? I'm eating dumplings tonight, do you want to have a plate together??"

Ding Xiaoyi had already thought about how to deal with it, and pretended to be crazy and stupid on purpose.

"Little B! You may be in danger now. I suggest you get a trade union protection order. Of course, the best way is to join the trade union. The methods that Mr. Chen taught you are not enough for you to deal with the danger. Joining the trade union is not enough. Good choice."

Leiding's words are earnest, so that he can feel cordially that the other party's most concerned about him is sincere.

Whether it's because of their previous acquaintance, or because of old man Chen's relationship.

Reading didn't want any accidents to happen to Ding Xiaoyi.

This kindness is appreciated by myself.

But it is impossible for him to join the trade union, he has too many secrets, no matter which one is exposed to the eyes of a behemoth like the trade union, he cannot bear it.

Unlike Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen has no interest in his own secrets. Even if he is very clear about the surge in his psychic power, there must be many important secrets behind it.

But Mr. Chen never asked, and never cared.

But the trade union is different. This organization that continues to inherit the fire of mankind, and even grows stronger, will explain the truth to you in small matters, and make an allowance for it.

But if it involves the secret of human becoming stronger.