Worship tomorrow

Chapter 42 Wan'er's love
Autumn rain is like silk.

There is indeed a sword stuck strangely on the newly raised grave.

No, it doesn't seem to be a sword.

Luo Qingfeng only saw clearly when he got closer that it was a knife.

Like the Tang Hengdao of that world.

The blade is long and slender, with only one edge.

It was rusty and full of cracks, like a general who had gone through hundreds of battles but was already old.

Even if there is light and rain, there is no luster.

It seemed like it would break or shatter at any moment.

Luo Qingfeng stretched out his hand, slowly grasped the handle of the knife, and pulled it up from the soil.

Okay, it seems like the front part is broken.

The scar on the broken blade looked particularly ugly, without any curvature of beauty.

The entire blade is about three feet long, slightly longer than the average Qingfeng sword. The blade is full of gaps, making it difficult to cut vegetables.

How could such a knife be inserted here suddenly?
Luo Qingfeng held it in his hand, secretly wondering in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered something, raised his head, and looked at the mountains dozens of kilometers away.

Of course, he couldn't see there.

But that direction is indeed where the mountain peak that was razed to the ground last night was located.

"It didn't fly from there, did it?"

He speculated in his mind.

How could it be such a coincidence that it happened to be inserted on Zhao'er's grave?

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the rusty broken knife in his hand. His heart suddenly moved, and he activated the star power in his body and poured into his palm.

But if you lose the star power, it is a treasure!
But to his disappointment, the broken knife in his hand did not react at all.

It seems that it is no longer even the most ordinary treasure.

If it's not a treasure and it's broken like this, what's the use for it?

Luo Qingfeng raised his hand and threw it away.

The broken knife drew an arc in the rain and landed in the mud not far away. The broken end just happened to be inserted into the water-stained soil, and it was inserted there crookedly. With the scars all over its body, it looked like Looking particularly sad.

Luo Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at the grave in front of him.

After standing in front of the grave for a while, he picked some wild flowers and tied them into two bunches.

One bunch was placed on grandma's grave, and the other was placed on Zhao'er and Heixu's graves.

Then, the fire paper was lit.

The flames rose, and the smoke curled up, but it did not rise until it was knocked down by the rain.

The newly burning fire paper was quickly extinguished.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the grave and did not try again. He just looked at the wild flowers on the grave in a daze.

The cold rain washed over his body, and it also brought back the memories he and the girl had left here.

"Brother Afeng, tell me, there are so many graves in this mountain col, are there any ghosts?"

"Maybe, but maybe they're all good ghosts."

"Hehe, when Zhao'er dies first, he will become a good ghost and follow Brother Afeng every day, inseparable."

"Why are you following me? To protect me?"

"Well, protect Brother Afeng from being seduced by other vixens, and eat those vixens at the same time!"

"Oh."

Memories are like drizzle, icy cold, falling in my heart, endless...

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the grave, motionless, like a wooden stake without any breath of life.

Soon it was noon and then evening.

at the same time.

The Song family hall and side hall in Qingquan Town were already filled with tables.

Guests came one after another to congratulate the newlyweds on their engagement.

Song Yuanshan and Yang Lan were both standing at the door, greeting the remaining guests with smiles on their faces.

The kitchen is also busy.

And in the backyard room.

Song Wan'er was wearing a brand new red dress and a festive red decoration on her head. She was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, quietly looking at herself in the mirror.

Blush was applied to the face, color was applied to the lips, and a pair of thin eyebrows were re-decorated with the most beautiful color using a paintbrush.

The girl's face in the mirror is extremely beautiful.

"Cousin... you will definitely like it, right?"

she murmured.At this time, Ping'er hurriedly came to the door from outside, lowered her head and said: "Miss, my cousin... he hasn't come back yet..."

Song Wan'er looked at her pretty face in the mirror and said softly: "Don't worry, my cousin will be back."

Outside the window, the sky was dark and drizzle was hazy.

Time passed little by little.

In the front hall, the guests have arrived, but the newcomers have not come out yet.

Song Yuanshan was anxious. He sent Xiaohuan several times to urge him, but the answers he received were always: "My cousin hasn't come back yet."

Yang Lan stood aside, surprisingly silent.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Song Yuanshan had no choice but to send people out to look for him, and at the same time announced that the banquet would start first.

"Qing Feng is temporarily busy and may come back later. Let's eat and drink first."

Although he was smiling, he was very worried.

Because he had to accompany the guests, he couldn't get away, so he had to walk to his wife and urged in a low voice: "Go to Wan'er and ask her what's going on? Do you know where Qing Feng has gone?"

Yang Lan was silent for a moment, and left in the rain without holding an umbrella.

In the backyard room.

Song Waner was still sitting in front of the dressing mirror, motionless.

The light in the room was dim and the expression on her face could no longer be seen clearly.

Ping'er came back to report again, her voice already trembling: "Miss, my cousin...he hasn't come back yet..."

This time, Song Wan'er didn't speak any more.

She sat there quietly, like a sculpture, motionless and silent.

Ping'er stood outside the door, her head lowered and her body trembling.

Soon.

Yang Lan came here.

She paused at the door, then Fang walked into the room with a smile on her face: "Wan'er, Qing Feng is probably temporarily busy and may come back later. Forget it, it's just an engagement anyway. It can be done anytime. Let's do it tonight. Let’s have a meal first.”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Song Wan'er looked at herself in the mirror and spoke softly: "Mother, Wan'er has been waiting for tonight for a long, long time. My cousin also told Wan'er that he likes Wan'er and is willing to get engaged to Wan'er... …”

Yang Lan stood not far behind her, looked at her back and said: "He did choose you, but..."

"But what?"

Song Wan'er said softly.

Yang Lan lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, and said, "But Zhao'er just passed away, and he..."

"Mother..."

Song Wan'er looked at her in the mirror and whispered, "Can you not mention that person?"

Yang Lan seemed to tremble and whispered: "Well, I won't mention it anymore, mother, I won't mention it anymore..."

In the room, silence fell.

The rain outside the window is dripping and still falling.

Soon, it was dark.

Ping'er went to see it again, and when she came back she reported with a trembling voice: "My cousin is still... not back yet..."

Song Wan'er stared at herself in the mirror for a while, then sighed softly, then raised her hand, slowly took off the beaded flowers and gold hairpin from her hair, and said softly: "Forget it, it's still Wan'er Go find him, it will be okay, he will come back with Wan'er... He promised Wan'er..."

Yang Lan's lips trembled slightly, she looked at her in the mirror and said, "Wan'er..."

Song Wan'er looked at her with gentle eyes.

Yang Lan lowered her head again and said in a trembling voice: "You...just let him go. We are a family together, isn't it..."

"laugh!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp claw suddenly flew out and pierced her chest.

Yang Lan was shaken, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the door, but fell to the door with a "pop", raised her head with difficulty, looked at Ping'er outside, and said in a trembling voice: "Quick... Go and ask Qing Feng, don’t… don’t come back…”

Before she finished speaking, her vision went dark and she became silent.

A trace of black energy suddenly floated out from between her eyebrows, twisted and swayed, and flew to the dressing table.

Ping'er stood outside the door, her whole body shaking like chaff.

in the room.

The figure was still wearing a red robe, sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, looking at himself in the mirror.

But there was a bright red heart in her hand.

"Cousin, it's okay. Wan'er doesn't blame you... Wan'er will go find you now..."

"You promised Wan'er that you would marry Wan'er...right?"

The voice was gentle, with a hint of sadness, as if a wife was missing her husband.

(End of this chapter)