Peerless King of Soldiers

Chapter 639 The Familiar Glove

Wang Fei took Ye Zhuwei across the two lanes and walked to a tombstone on the right.

"elder brother……"

Ye Zhuwei clearly saw the name of the tombstone on it, with a heavy expression on her face, she finally shed tears, because she saw the photo of Wang Qiang on the tombstone.

Her body seemed a little weak, and she even sat directly in front of the tombstone in the end.

Seeing her like this, Wang Fei could only sigh, picked up the sickle and got rid of some weeds.

In fact, the cemetery here is maintained by people, and there will not be too many weeds.

But for Wang Fei, he couldn't stand the clutter here, and for him, this might be the only thing he could do for his dead old friend.

Sometimes people are like this, only after they have lost, they will try their best to think about what to do to comfort themselves, but when it really comes, there are very few things that they can do.

Wang Fei went all the way, put flowers in front of several tombstones, and finally sat in front of a tombstone.

"There are not many people left now. Why are you all leaving so quickly? If you live until now, are you all married? I should be an uncle too."

Wang Fei didn't know who he was talking to, but he just sat in front of the tombstone, looking ahead with a dull gaze.

"You should have listened to me back then. We should have a good get-together before we leave. We won't leave so fast after a drink. I don't know what you want to say to me until now."

Wang Fei's tone was weak, and he sighed and said, "I'm a bit of a jerk. You said that if we could stay a little longer before leaving, I would be happier if I was scolded by you. Now...now..."

His voice gradually became a little choked, and Wang Fei couldn't even continue. He lowered his head and said: "I have avenged half of your revenge, and those people should go to accompany you. But there is still half, I will find the bees, even if If I can't find it now, one day I will find him and kill him."

……

Wang Fei didn't know how long he had been talking, but he could only feel the time passing by and the sun gradually rising.

Looking at the tombstones standing in front of him, Wang Fei seemed to be able to see them standing in front of him.

Let a Long Yin hallucinate, this is probably something that others can't imagine.

"Phew~ I've said so much, and you don't know if you can hear it. The younger sister of that kid Wang Qiang is very interesting today. If you can really hear it, please entrust me with a dream. What regrets will I have when I look back?" I'll help you with that too."

Wang Fei said, and then laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and said, "But now I don't know whether I believe in Marx or not. Maybe one day I will really believe in Sakyamuni."

After finishing speaking, Wang Fei let out a sigh of relief, stood up and walked towards Ye Zhuwei.

At this time, Ye Zhuwei was still sitting on the ground, but her expression was much more relaxed than before.

When Wang Fei saw her appearance, he didn't go to bother her. He just stood by and scanned the lush cemetery in front of him.

Watching the familiar scenes flash by, Wang Fei always felt that something was wrong here, because the surroundings seemed to be different from when he came here before.

Before Wang Fei could figure it out, a man suddenly followed from behind and greeted, "Brother, are you on fire? Let me borrow it."

A person behind came over to say hello to Wang Fei.

Wang Fei didn't think much, and replied casually: "No, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, excuse me."

The man said, just when he was about to turn back, Wang Fei suddenly turned around and called out, "Wait a minute."

Wang Fei called the man to stop, told him to stop, and asked Wang Fei suspiciously, "Is there anything else?"

"You're not a local, are you?"

Wang Fei walked up to the man.

After hearing this, the man smiled and said, "I'm not a local."

"Not from Huaxia?"

Wang Fei recognized some of the man's accent.

The man originally had a smile on his face, but then he slowly stiffened and asked, "What do you mean by that, buddy?"

"It's nothing, just seeing a foreigner for the first time, and I'm a little curious."

As Wang Fei said, he shook his head and said, "You go, maybe I just remembered something."

"Then you go ahead, I'll go first."

After the man finished speaking, he walked down the mountain by himself.

Wang Fei looked at the back of him leaving, and didn't think much. After walking to Ye Zhuwei, the girl had already stood up from the ground, closed her eyes with her hands folded, and was talking to her brother there.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes full of aura, and said with a smile on her face, "It's over!"

"What did you tell your brother? You look so happy."

Wang Fei was a little curious.

But Ye Zhuwei shook her head, said shyly with her hands behind her back: "I can't tell you."

"Okay, let's go down first, the taxi driver is still waiting there."

Wang Fei didn't delve into it, but after Ye Zhuwei came here to see it, she became much more cheerful than before. She held Wang Fei's arm tightly, and the two walked down evenly.

At this time, the taxi driver was waiting there, lighting a cigarette on the side of the road and smoking, much more relaxed.

"Sorry, sorry, let me finish smoking this cigarette first."

The driver master had just lit a cigarette, and hurriedly apologized to Wang Fei.

"It's all right."

Wang Fei smiled, took a breath by himself, and pulled Ye Zhuwei's eyes to look at the green mountains and green waters.

His eyes were a little far away, and there were a lot of weeds around the roadside.

But if you look carefully, you can find a pair of discarded white gloves hanging on the side of the reeds in a pile of weeds ten meters away.

Wang Fei didn't pay much attention at first, but with a gust of wind, the white glove was blown to the ground, right in front of Wang Fei's eyes.

"Ok?"

Wang Fei's expression showed some doubts. Seeing that Ye Zhuwei was still pulling him, he whispered, "Zhuwei, I'll go over there first."

"I will go with you."

Ye Zhuwei was a little reluctant to let go of Wang Fei, so he had no choice but to take Ye Zhuwei along the path along the field to the reed.

He picked up the white gloves from the ground, because there was a heavy rain before, so the white gloves had already been stained with a lot of mud.

But this glove looked familiar to Wang Fei no matter how he looked at it, as if he had seen it before.

There is a water ditch next to it. After Wang Fei picked up the glove and rinsed it in the ditch, he looked carefully, only to find that there were three black lines on the white glove.

(End of this chapter)