Official Road Hongyan

With tears all over his face, Secretary Lu held the tombstone drowsily and meditated for a few minutes, then stood up slowly, found some dead branches in the nearby thorn bushes, and picked up some fire-prone dry pine needles piled in front of the tombstone.

Then, he picked up the woolen overcoat, held it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, smoothed the wrinkles on it carefully, bent down and put it on the pile of dry wood.

Although the wind was biting cold and the ground was full of hoarfrost this morning, it was a sunny day, and the ground was dry except where there was frost.Therefore, when Secretary Lu lit the pine needles under the woolen coat with a lighter, a raging fire immediately ignited.

Soon the woolen coat caught fire and began to burn.

Amidst the blazing flames and the sound of "beeping and peeling", Secretary Lu circled around Zhao Han's tomb three times, finally returned to the tombstone, stood at attention, and bowed three more respectfully.

Then, he raised his head, with tears in his eyes, looking at the swaying pine trees behind the tomb, and in an extremely desolate and sorrowful tone, he chanted in a long voice: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it." A lonely soul thousands of miles away has no place to talk about desolation! Even if we meet, we will not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, you have a dream and suddenly return home, and you are dressing up at the small window. There are no words for each other, but there are only tears. It is expected that every year Broken heart, moonlit night, Short Matsuoka."

After reciting the song "Jiangchengzi", the sad look on Secretary Lu's face was gradually replaced by a resolute expression. He clenched his fists and said to Zhao Han's tombstone in a tone of determination: "Zhao Han Han, I know that before you die, what you care about most and worry about most is our poor child who has no father since childhood and now has lost his mother! Don't worry, I have found him. He is now a strong man, He is already a responsible, courageous, upright, and capable man! He is just like you, kind, simple, strong, and brave. I can find all the excellent qualities in you in him...

Zhao Han, thank you for leaving such an excellent son for our Lu family, and thank you for caring and nurturing him for more than 20 years!Don't worry, I will take over the burden on your shoulders now: in the days to come, I will do my best to protect him and prevent him from being hurt in the slightest; I will do my best to train him, Let him have a brilliant future and live up to your expectations of him; do your best to care for him, let him feel the warmth of father's love and the happiness of family...

Although, I can't recognize him yet.However, I will be the strongest support behind him, the guiding light on his way forward, the safest safe haven when he encounters a storm, and the most stable rear when he rushes to fight in his official career... Once the opportunity arises When he matures, I will tell him: he is not an orphan, he is not an abandoned son without a father!His father has always been standing behind him, supporting him and helping him...

Zhao Han, I have to go!You have a spirit underground, please bless Ye Ming, bless our poor child!He is the only link between me and you, and also the most precious wealth you left me!I will definitely cherish him and take good care of him... If I am free, I will visit you often.After I retire, I also want to move to the foot of this mountain to live in the red brick house you have been living in! "

When he said this, he glanced at the pile of flames and found that the woolen coat had been reduced to ashes.Under the cold wind, the ashes flew all over the sky, like countless gray butterflies dancing in the air...

This situation reminded him of a poem by Chen Jialuo in memory of Princess Xiangxiang that he read in "Flying Fox Biography" when he read Jin Yong's novels when he was young: "The great sorrow, the vast calamity. .Desperate and beautiful city, there is green blood in it. Sometimes the green will be exhausted, and the blood will also be extinguished sometimes, and a ray of fragrance will never be cut off. Yes? No? It turns into a butterfly!"

When he read this poem at that time, he only felt that the artistic conception was poignant, sad and moving.But now, when I lost my lover and was on the scene, I really realized the heart-wrenching feelings of Chen Jialuo at that time...

After meditating and reminiscing for a while, Secretary Lu looked at the watch on his wrist. Seeing that it was already 08:30, he picked up his mobile phone, dialed Xu Lizhong's number, and asked him to come up immediately.

Xu Lizhong was actually just a few tens of meters below the small soil flat, and he didn't dare to go far at all-after all, Secretary Lu was alone on the top of the mountain, and if something happened, it would be no joke!

So, after a few minutes, he quickly ran to the edge of the tomb.

Secretary Lu put on his glasses to cover his red eye sockets, pointed to the pile of ashes on the ground, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Xiao Xu, please clean up here, don't leave any traces of burning. .As for the incense candles and offerings in front of the tombstone, don’t remove them, it’s okay to keep them. I’ll go down slowly first, and catch up after you’re done, and we’ll go down the mountain together.”

After exhorting, he bypassed the tomb and walked down the mountain alone.

Xu Lizhong looked at his staggering back, and couldn't help feeling sympathy and sadness in his heart—he always knew that Secretary Lu's family was very unfortunate, and he had a bad relationship with his lover Gu Huaying. Filial and sensible daughter Lu Nianzi, they divorced a long time ago.

Judging from today's situation, the mistress in this tomb is likely to be Secretary Lu's original lover, and it is very likely that she is the key factor that caused the feud between Secretary Lu and Gu Huaying for decades.Looking at Secretary Lu's mournful expression, he is still full of affection and never forgetting this woman who has passed away, which shows how deep their relationship was back then...

Knowing that he was going to visit a grave on the mountain, the careful Xu Lizhong bought a small folding shovel in addition to the offerings of joss sticks and brought it in his bag. After holding the ashes in his hands and throwing them into the nearby thatched pile, he used a small shovel to shovel away the layer of black scorched earth under the ashes, and carefully trampled the newly dug up soil with his feet.

In this way, no one will be able to see that things have been burned here, and it is only possible that someone has worshiped the dead here...

After doing all this, Xu Lizhong took a closer look around the tomb, and after confirming that there were no other flaws, he patted the dust off his body, put the shovel into his bag, and ran down the hill Chasing Secretary Lu.