Chen family monster

? Chapter 26

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List of the latest chapters of Xuanshi Fenglong in Changbai Mountains in Northeast China. [`Reading novels`] "Searching for reading. The fastest free novel" for reading. But for people living in Zhangjiazhai, they don’t have much interest in appreciating it. The first is that they have been used to it all year round. Second, in the cold weather, even if they wear thick cotton clothes, they are not cold at best. Outside, it has nothing to do with warmth, the temperature is nearly twenty degrees below zero, which adult is willing to come out and suffer, except for children?Now is the time to melt the snow, and the surrounding environment is even more ferocious, with gusts of cold wind blowing, it is really cold to the bone to be reincarnated as a flower demon.

A woman dressed simply or even thinly, walking alone in this snow-white world, walking slowly, but not trembling like ordinary people, Zhangjiazhai is also tens of miles away from the nearest town on the mountain road, this thinly dressed Woman, appearing in this area, could it be that she came from a town dozens of miles away?

I've seen desperate ones, but who's seen ones that were purely masochistic?Occasionally, two villagers passing by in a hurry were also wearing thick padded jackets and trotting quickly. Seeing this woman who was walking slowly with a stick of resin and seemed to have a leisurely look at the surrounding scenery, it was like watching a monster. If she is neatly dressed and has a calm complexion, there is a high probability that others will regard her as a fearless heroine who has just been killed from a mental hospital. Dressing up and running to this place, is she courting death or something?

The woman who seems to be not young but still beautiful doesn't care about other people's eyes at all, she stops and stops, if a careful person pays attention, she will definitely find a terrible thing, following the woman's footprints in the vast snow Walking all the way, the footprints left in the snow are only the front half of the sole, and there is no heel. What does this mean?If the possibility of the woman's incomplete limbs is ruled out, it can only show that this woman walked on tiptoe all the way. [`reading novels`]<.>

The thin footprint stretching for more than ten miles, twists and turns, but never stops, why?

The woman looked calm, and although she walked slowly, she was still a mortal child. Regardless of her own personal feelings, a face that seemed to attract men even now was slightly pale from the cold, and the hair on her temples was also pale. There are still snowflakes that were blown up by the wind at fixed points but did not have time to melt. In the vast snow field, the delicate back reflected in it is a very poetic picture. History is written from here.

I'm afraid it's nothing more than that, right?

After crossing the town, on a mountain road dozens of miles away, the figure of a woman finally appeared at the entrance of the Lonely Village in the snow. This small village has only a few hundred people, but in these years, two tyrants who can be called against the sky have come out. Said it was a great irony.

The woman caressed her black-rimmed glasses, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand, and gently took off the black-framed glasses she had been wearing all year round, like a sword hidden deep in its scabbard. , blooming in an instant.

The woman took a deep breath and walked into the village. As soon as she came in, she saw a boy with a thick head and a thick head rushed out of the house in a hurry, holding a steaming big big bowl, which contained a few pieces of cooked game, decorated with wild vegetables I want to be very warm.

When the little boy saw the woman, he was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and thought about it carefully, and he was sure that there really was no such beautiful woman in his village. Seeing her pale face from the cold, he hesitated slightly, and finally walked over and took the big big bowl. Handed it to the woman without saying a word.

The woman straightened slightly, squatted down with a smile, and said softly, "Is this for me?"

"Well, I was going to take it to old man Chen over there. He always eats bacon. My father said that it's too cold, so it's better to eat something hot. Let me send it to him." The little boy said honestly.

The woman's eyes were full of brilliance, and she said with a gentle smile: "Then you take me to find old man Chen?"

The little boy was slightly puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He took the bowl again, and led the woman towards the house of old man Chen, who was the most unpopular in the village.

The two came to the east of the village. The little boy named Goudan knew the way, kicked open the door, held the bowl, and yelled: "Old man Chen, come out to eat, I brought you delicious food today."

The woman behind her smiled slightly, "Old Man Chen, this title is quite new.

She followed her in and entered the central hall. In the slightly dark environment, she finally saw the man who had made her follow for nearly 40 years. He was dressed in black and had black hair, and his waist was still straight. With a deep smile.

Wa, who came all the way from Beijing to this small place, had a drastic change in expression.

Chen Longxiang obviously saw Chen Wa too, but his emotions didn't fluctuate much, he just nodded, and ended up sitting on the dining table with the bowl and chopsticks in Goudan's hand, patted the child's head, and said with a smile : "Do you want to hear the story again?"

The child nodded vigorously with an innocent and expectant face.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you stories in the future, dog, it's better to create stories by yourself instead of listening to other people's stories. No matter what the starting point or ending is, the process is always exciting, right?" Chen Longxiang said softly, holding I took a piece of hare meat and put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, it tasted good.

The boy nodded half understanding.

Chen Long looked at Chen Wa first, pointed at the child, and said softly, "How is it?"

Chen Wa's expression gradually became calm. She glanced at the child and said softly, "It's a good material that surpasses the Kingdom of God."

Chen Longxiang nodded, and said softly: "When you leave, discuss with the child's family and take him away."

Chen Wa trembled all over, bit her lips tightly, but said nothing.

Although the child is young, in this situation, he seems to know that he will not be able to listen to the story today, and leaves disappointed, without remembering to take the bowl back.

Chen Longxiang beckoned Chen Wa to come and sit down, and the two of them settled all the food in a large bowl. The satisfied Chen Longxiang took out a cigarette, took a sip, and asked softly: "Come with me to visit the old man's grave? Is this the last time?" .”

Wa bit her lip and nodded silently.

The two left home, followed the route that Chen Longxiang would go every day, left the village and went up the mountain. The distance of several kilometers, in Chen Wa's view, was farther than her own journey from Beijing to here.

Chen Longxiang's pace became weaker and weaker. Halfway through the distance, he almost had to rely on Chen Wa's support to continue walking. The two came to the graves of the three generations of the Chen family. full face.

Chen Longxiang remained calm, and sat down against the tombstone, but was held in his arms by Chen Wa, who could no longer conceal his emotions, and choked up, saying: "Obviously you can hold on for a while, why do you have to come to this place?"

Leaning in Chen Wa's arms, Chen Longxiang looked calm and serene. After a long silence, he smiled lightly: "It's meaningless, why bother holding on, the result is always the same. Lung cancer at the advanced stage is already equivalent to getting a death notice. Quickly read my college love."

Wa burst into tears, hugging the man in her arms tightly, blood oozing from her lips.

Chen Longxiang stretched out his hand, gently wiped the tears on Wa's face, and said lightly: "After I die, bury me here, and go back and tell my two sons who refused to recognize me until they died, they are going to the grave, don't forget Give me a toast. Good wine."

Wa cried and nodded, his eyes were empty.

Chen Longxiang smiled, his eyes were already loose, and he muttered to himself: "In my life, I have regrets, but I am not unwilling. Those two words are worth it."

The hand resting on Wa's cheek suddenly dropped.

The expression is the serenity and peace in the self-knowledge, not the slightest calm.

Wa quietly hugged the man in her arms, the surrounding weather was cold, but it was still not as cold as the body temperature of the man in her arms.

She lowered her head, gently kissed Chen Longxiang's forehead, wiped away her tears, and muttered to herself, "Sleep well."

The Great Bodhisattva Chen Longxiang.

In early March, in the freezing Northeast.

Passed away.

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