Master, the disciple knows it's wrong

Chapter 165 The world of mortals is like a dream, several times obsessed [4]

Among the raised grass stands a long longevity monument.There is a large vertical character engraved on the stele, which reads, "The tomb of the idler who spends the rest of the world at last".There is a vertical small character engraved on the side, which is carved with a Chinese ink brush, and it is written about, Anonymous Burning.

Yun was arranging the things he brought in front of the tomb, saw two rows of characters, and curiously asked the people beside him: "Brother, why is there such a word engraved on Master's tombstone?"

Shu Qingge smiled slightly, brushed a strand of weeds from her hair with her hand, and explained: "Master doesn't want to be recognized in the future."

Yun Zaizai said: "Why? Is it not good to be remembered? If it is forgotten, how sad it is."

Shu Qingge said indifferently: "It's good for someone to remember, but if it's not for the concern of important people in their hearts, it doesn't matter how much others remember."

Yun Zai gave a "hmm", half-understood.

Shu Qingge asked her: "If one day you leave me, do you want me to remember you?"

Yun Zaizai immediately said: "Zaizai will never leave you."

In a trance, she seemed to have figured something out, and she said again: "I understand now, what brother means is that after a person passes away, what he hopes is to be cared for by the person he likes and the one he loves."

Shu Qingge smiled and nodded: "It can also be understood in this way."

He looked at the tombstone. Although it was just a cold stone tablet in front of him, he seemed to see the elder who died young.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Yun Zaizai also knelt down beside him, and kowtowed three times to the old man's tombstone.

Shu Qingge stared at the tombstone without speaking for a long time.

Yun Zai knew that he was probably sad, important people had passed away, and those who stayed were the ones who suffered the most.

She faced the stele, which should be unfamiliar in her memory, but in her heart, it was extraordinarily warm and close.

She thought that before she lost her memory, she probably respected the deceased old man very much.

Yun Zai said: "Master, can Zai Zai call you that?" There was a faint smile on her face, but if you look carefully, you will find that she has a faint dimple at the corner of her mouth.

It's just that this dimple is really too light, and it's extraordinarily appropriate to decorate this face.

Her voice was soothing: "Don't worry, I will take good care of my brother, and we will visit you often."

The mountain wind blew the branches and rattled, as if the old man responded from the ground.

"Master." Shu Qingge, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, with a flat expression and a calm tone. He lowered his head and held Yun Zaizai's hand. With unprecedented seriousness and satisfaction: "Tu'er understands what you said to Tuer before. Although it was a bit late, I didn't let you see it with my own eyes. But fortunately, I didn't miss it."

The ten fingers are intertwined and close to each other, the temperature of the other party is transmitted to each other without isolation, Yun Zaizai suddenly feels sour on the tip of his nose.

He said: "This is the person I put on top of my heart, my wife, Yun Zaizai."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Zaizai couldn't help crying.

Shu Qingge held her in his arms, and felt her body trembling violently. After he calmed down a little, he wiped away the tears on her face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Yun Zaizai's voice was still full of tears, she buried her head in his arms, and the voice came through the cloth: "I just want to cry, brother, I feel so good happiness."

(End of this chapter)