Ode to the Dragon

The 21st, the coldest day of the year.

It seems that God has a sense of general, the sky under the sleet, the whole city of Yanjing gray, especially depressed.

The busy streets have become bleak and dreary, and only a few people who are struggling for life are wrapped up in cotton coats and shivering in the wind and snow -

at this time, a black Bentley business car is walking slowly in the wind and snow and comes to the Western cemetery.

The staff of Lingyuan opened the door and rubbed their hands in the room, muttering: "this kind of ghost weather to worship? These rich people are really burning bags. "

Business car slowly stopped, Yang Jingyu's tall body rate first walked out of the door, then propped up a black umbrella, respectfully said: "dragon head, total cloud, here."

Chu Feng stepped out and looked at the circle of the mausoleum. The wind and snow came, and it was piercing and cold.

"Another snowy day."

Chu Feng's voice is indifferent, and his eyes are looking back: seventeen years ago, when his mother died, it was also like today, full of wind and snow.

On that day, it was cold enough to freeze people to death.

Yun MuQing is solemnly dressed. She has been holding Chu Feng's hand tightly. Her eyes are tender and firm, and she has passed on warmth to him.

Between lovers, no words, no vows, an action, a look enough.

Chuqing smile, hand clenched, "comfort."

Yang Jingyu followed him, his eyes twinkled, his hands waved, and more than a dozen figures lurked in an instant, secretly protecting chufeng.

Chu Feng walked all the way until he stopped at the foot of the mountain in front of the unknown humble tombstone.

In front of the tombstone, it is full of weeds, desolate, years of wind and rain erosion, even the inscription is covered by layers of loess.

Compared with the tombs which are still bright and full of flowers and fruits, Dayton gives people a kind of sad feeling -

"Mom, I've come to see you."

Chu Feng said in a low voice. He came forward to wipe the dust off the tombstone and showed a picture of a young woman. She was gentle and weak. There was a shallow smile on her face, which made her feel like a spring breeze.

"I have a family, a wife and a daughter. I have fulfilled the greatest wish of your life. "

Yun MuQing bowed respectfully and sent a bunch of chrysanthemums up, "Auntie, Hello, Chu Feng is very good to me. He is an excellent husband and father. I hope you can live a peaceful and happy life in the world over there."

"Next time, I'll bring Duoduo to see you."

She always clenched Chu Feng's hand, full of tenderness and firmness.

Yang Jingyu was slightly stunned, and his heart was complicated: it turned out that the owner of the tomb was the mother of the dragon head -

it's a pity that he died so young, and it's really envious of a beautiful woman.

Yang Jingyu was a little sad and immediately understood. He handed in flowers and fruits and helped to weed and wipe away the dust from the tombstone.

Soon, on the tombstone, lines of small words appeared and came to his eyes:

"my love goes with the wind, I hate the cold sky, I can't get together and disperse by myself -"

"my love is across the mountain and sea, the mountain and sea can't be peaceful, I can read it in peace of mind, I can't feel the pain of the engraver -"

every sentence is vigorous, the words cry blood, let people feel the pain of the engraver, Despair, loneliness, and deep love for the heroine in the tomb.

"You are everywhere."

"But none of them is you -"

Yang Jingyu took a deep breath, subconsciously swept his eyes at the sign, suddenly his pupils shrank and his limbs became cold -

"mourning for his late wife Ye's gentleness, husband, Chu Tianxiong!"

One word side by side king, chutianxiong?

Lord Chu!

If Yang Jingyu was struck by lightning, he stepped back several steps and nearly fell down. He looked at Chu Feng in shock and set off waves in his heart.

Chu Feng, he is the son of King Chu?!