husband from hell

Chapter 120 He Burned It
I went over and opened the dusty book.

A line of very chic calligraphy was written dripping with ink on it: On the day I return, when all the Rochesters are slaughtered.

I looked up at Cheng Ke, and saw that his big peach eyes seemed to be frozen, and the big characters clearly reflected: "This is written by me."

Luo Weilan continued to hold the book and opened it. It should be something like a diary. It recorded things about "Luo Chengke", things encountered in practice, things that happened in ordinary times, there was a page There is nothing else written on it, but a picture of calamus flowers.

This book came to an abrupt end when it came to the calamus flower.

"Luo Chengke was the third son of the second wife at that time." Luo Weilan took a breath and said, "Look at this genealogy."

What he showed me last time was a simple one with only the name on it, but in this ancestral hall, like the one in our Tanshen Town, there are thick scrolls, and the scrolls inside are written Yes, it is a very detailed biography of a character, including whose daughter he married, how many children he had, who the children married to, and what the person did in his life.

When I arrived at "Luo Chengke", there was only a lonely name, and a line of words: "Solitary and gloomy, dislikes socializing, bloodthirsty, many old friends don't want to go, with fierce bones, it should be ignored. At the age of [-], mentioning the patriarch Head into the Biluo Gate, betray the family, die by accident, before death, swear to destroy the family, seal the soul, bind the Xuanyin land, wait for the Xuanyin Qi to purify its cruelty, and the soul to be punished will be scattered."

It's very similar to what Cheng Hua said.It turned out that the small temple placed in Xuanyin Land was to purify his suffocation, and then burn his god statue, and it would be over once and for all.

But it was not clear who sealed Cheng Ke's soul, who died unexpectedly, and how he died.

Could it be that the pool of blood that Cheng Ke saw at the entrance of the village has something to do with him...

Cheng Ke's thin lips tugged, and he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh after all. Qingyue's voice said without emotion at all: "After I... die, who wrote it?"

"It's Dafang's eldest son, Luo Chengshou." Luo Weilan took a breath and said, "But, no one knows where the temple is in Xuanyin Land. After a hundred years, we began to look for it. , I haven’t found it all this time, the patriarch grandpa said, it must have been deceived by someone, deliberately trying to hide it from us, that is to say, there are still people who are coveting you and don’t want us to find you before your seal is released.”

It is probably not Cheng Ke who is coveting, but Changsheng.

Why on earth did Cheng Ke want to have such an enmity with his family...

"So, finding me has become your top priority." Luo Weilan smiled a little sadly: "Who knows, finding you means finding you, but there is no time. Now, the Luo family is really exterminated."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, just looked at the dim ancestral hall, his eyes were full of familiar feelings.

"There is another Luo Bai..." I suddenly remembered: "Ah Jiu's subordinates, there is another Luo Bai! Since that Luo Bai has followed Ah Jiu, it must have something to do with Biluomen, maybe, He is the key!"

"Brother Luo Bai?" Luo Weilan was stunned: "By the way, he never came back!"

I remembered that Luo Bai and Ah Jiu had always been in a subordinate relationship, and hurriedly said: "We have to find Luo Bai, there is no way he would not know about such a big incident in our own family! Cheng Ke..."

"I have to think of a way..." Luo Weilan said, and suddenly ran outside, not knowing what to get.

I looked back at Cheng Ke. Cheng Ke's slender hand was stroking the old, yellow, musty-smelling notebook. The peach blossoms were looking at calamus flowers.

"The painting is pretty good." My heart felt stabbed, and I forced a smile: "Did you draw it?"

"I don't remember this painting anymore." Cheng Ke looked at me: "I only remember you now."

It is hard to tell whether this is true or not, but even if it is perfunctory, I am very happy, because at least he is still willing to perfunctory.

I held his cold hand and said, "Think about it slowly, the other things are not important, the only important thing is longevity."

"I don't know why I killed so many people." Cheng Ke looked up at this place and sighed: "I also knelt here with many people and saluted our ancestors."

When you see familiar things, you will definitely feel emotional!

I hurriedly said: "Well, Luo Weilan went out just now, let's go around this village, maybe we can find some clues about your past."

"Actually, I don't really want to recall it." Cheng Ke brushed my bangs with one hand, and his peach blossom eyes swept a cloud of snow: "It's all for you."

"I know!" I nodded quickly: "It's for me, find Changsheng, and then deal with Changsheng, we can live a simple life, the past, you don't have to think about it anymore, you only have me, and I only have you .”

Cheng Ke wrapped me around with one hand, covered with the smell of sandalwood: "Yes, I am only you now."

This embrace is still as cold as ever, I leaned on him, thinking in my heart, the past cannot be retraceed, as long as he has me now, that is enough.

After leaving the ancestral hall, there is a small garden at the back, and there is a well in the small garden, which looks very old. Cheng Ke looked at the well and said, "I also fetched water here, and I got a bunch of hair..."

As he said that, he frowned: "A woman died here. From now on, this well is only used for watering the garden, and there is no way to drink anymore."

The more things he saw, the more he remembered. I felt panicked and excited at the same time, so I stabilized my mind and said, "If it were any other place, the well of the dead should be filled up." Right? This place is still there."

"This is a place for luck, and it cannot be filled." Cheng Ke said: "Otherwise, it is not auspicious to condense here."

As I walked, I came to another sycamore tree, and there was a lonely iron chain swing under the sycamore tree.

Autumn is here, and fallen leaves are falling from the sycamore tree, and a swing is hung.

"It's a swing..." I walked over and pulled down the fallen leaves on it: "Have you played here before?"

"Rarely..." Cheng Ke stroked the iron chain of the swing: "I only pushed others."

Who can make him push?In Cheng Ke's youth, he didn't know what kind of person he would be with... By the way, the genealogy said that he was very withdrawn, probably even relatives...

"Go up." Cheng Ke said suddenly, "I'll push you."

The swing is very strong, and it can be seen that it is quite old. Suddenly, it was raised high, and the wind blew past my hair, making it cool.

I haven't been on a swing for a long time.

"We were singing at that time," Cheng Ke said while pushing, "I can vaguely remember it."

Cheng Ke, who is always cold, can sing?I suddenly became interested, and couldn't help thinking about it again. What kind of boy was he a hundred years ago?

Looking back, I looked at Cheng Ke who was standing on the grass, and because of the swing, I was suddenly far away from me, and said: "Can you sing it to me?"

Cheng Ke was stunned, and Ying Ting's brows relaxed a bit: "Okay."

"In autumn, the clear dew is cool to the touch, the cold water and blue sky wash and grow, the yellow leaves fall under the sycamore tree, and the children are busy on the swing..."

That singing voice was so clear and clean that it was indescribably touching.

"It sounds so good..." I turned around: "Who was listening to you singing at that time?"

"A little girl in a red dress," Cheng Ke said, "She also taught me to sing this song, but I only remember the back view."

He sank a little, and said, "All of me seem to have only one friend."

Red clothes... Why was he so lonely when he was a child...

The swing gradually stabilized, and his big peach blossom eyes continued to cast in, and I got off the swing when I saw this: "People have different personalities, some are introverted, some are extroverted, and they don't like to deal with people. It's very common, let's go, let's continue to go inside."

There are many trees here, and the autumn wind pours from the branches and leaves, and the smell is very refreshing. Behind the clump of crape myrtle trees, a small ancient building is hidden.

Most of the houses here are modern lime cement houses, only there is still a civil structure.

Cheng Ke stopped and went there: "I'm here... I've bled."

"Huh?" The small house was well maintained, I opened the door, and the inside was empty, but very clean.

"It hurts." Cheng Ke followed me, his tone indifferent as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "The memory related to this place is very painful."

"Why did you come to the Siguo room?" Luo Weilan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with a look of helplessness: "Brother Luo Bai's first dwarf figurine has never returned, and we still can't find him trail."

"He should still be in Yuning's Xuanyin Land." I said, "When Cheng Ke finds the memory, let's go back to Yuning together."

"Looking for memories, I found this place..." Luo Weilan's face was still ugly because of the family affairs: "This place should not be a good memory, you should look for it first, I... I will arrange for Brother Weiqing first."

Luo Weilan's back is very lonely, so lonely that people want to accompany him and walk side by side with him, but Cheng Ke took my hand and said, "It's better not to disturb him in his current state."

I nodded and continued to follow Cheng Ke into the room. The words "greed, anger, ignorance" were still engraved on the wall of the Siguo room.

Cheng Ke pursed his thin lips and said, "Here, I don't know what kind of punishment it is. I was hung upside down on the beam, and the blood on my back flowed to the top of my head and splashed on the ground."

My heart skipped a beat: "It sounds like..."

It was a cruel torture, and I knew that it must be punished because of some wrongdoing.

What kind of person is he?

"This place is very familiar..." Cheng Ke said calmly, "I come here often."

He looked up at the beam, as if he was looking at an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Continuing to wander around Luojia Village, Cheng Ke can also distinguish some places that have been turned into small buildings, what they used to look like, without expression, but a trace of nostalgia can be heard...

If you really have nostalgia, why keep one: Tu Luo's family is full?
It's not that simple.

If things go on like this, the memories I found will only be intermittent and incomplete, and I don’t know when I will be able to remember them completely. I thought about it and asked, "Apart from that Si Guofang, do you have the most impressive place?"

Cheng Ke closed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly. In my mind, such a picture suddenly appeared: It was a dim sunny morning, very cold, and when a door was closed, Cheng Ke was Locked in a dark room, Cheng Kean sat quietly without speaking, but his throat was fishy and he spit out a mouthful of blood!

In this picture, I can not only see the picture, but also feel the taste, as if I am Cheng Ke!
It is because of the technique of yin and yang to control ghosts that I can see the remaining memories of Cheng Ke!

At that time, Cheng Ke was still a teenager, and the lines on his face were not as sharp as they are now, and his Adam's apple was not long. That youthful look was even more beautiful than now!
His immature figure was very thin, and he was only wearing a very thin shirt, which could not keep out the cold at all. In the chill, his body was trembling slightly from the cold. At this time, there was a sound outside a window. One shouted a little stupidly: "Oh, that broom star, he's locked in the Siguo room again!"

"He deserved it for beating Lao Qi." Another sharp voice sounded to the boy: "Did uncle say that this time he will be hungry for three days without food?"

"Okay! Very good!" said the rough voice: "Let's take rice and send it in for him, mix it with some urine and see if he eats it or not!"

"It's fun, it's fun!" The sharp voice was full of interest: "Isn't he very stubborn? Let's see how stubborn he can be this time!"

Cheng Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips were blue from the cold, and his pretty face was distressed, but he still looked naturally proud and ignored the voices outside.

"He looks like that..." Sharply hesitated again, he hesitated: "It's a little scary."

"That's what barking dogs don't bite people." The rough and stupid voice said with a little pride, "However, a dog is a dog after all, no matter how powerful it is, it can't compete with people."

Why... Cheng Ke is obviously also a child of the Luo family, so he is treated like this?
"Hush, I heard that he was picked up by the second uncle from outside, and the origin is unknown!" The sharp voice was suppressed, but it was still clearly audible!
Cheng Ke's slightly squinted eyes opened!
"Some people also say that he is a bastard born by a wild woman outside Second Uncle, who knows!" The rough voice gloated, "Look at his appearance, he doesn't look like Second Uncle at all! My mother said that only vixens have such looks!"

"His own mother, isn't she a vixen?"

"Hee hee hee...that's right!" That stupid voice suppressed his laughter, and deliberately said it to Cheng Ke: "Do you know why he beat Lao Qi? It's because Lao Qi beat one of his sons." The rattle broke."

"I know that rattle..." The sharp voice also seemed to be full of interest: "I heard that it was the second uncle who carried him when he came here, and it seems that it is the only one he misses with his mother. "

"It deserves it!" The stupid voice said heavily, as if he had relieved his hatred, "I have long disliked him! He stands among us, just like a gun coming out of a sorghum field."

That is, what does it mean to be different?
That's right, Cheng Ke's appearance, as you can imagine, stands out from the crowd everywhere.

Cheng Ke's slender and well-articulated hands were tightly held, and blue blood vessels slowly emerged from the white skin.

"Why don't we just play the big one!" The stupid voice suddenly said: "What about burning the Siguo room? The uncle ordered him not to go out even a step, so let's let it go." Fire, see if he can get out!"

"This..." The sharp voice hesitated for a moment, but suddenly became excited: "If he comes out to escape for his life, he will disobey his uncle's words. If he doesn't come out, he will be killed by smoke and fire!"

"Just do what you say," said the rough voice with a bit of cruelty that teenagers shouldn't have: "Uncle and the others have all been invited to help the Du family. Now, let's see who can take care of this Siguofang."

"But...if they come back..."

"Then the two of us will testify together that he burned the house!"

(End of this chapter)