Sweet wife is too young, uncle spoils obedient

In June, the imperial capital was green. Even the cemeteries outside the city were as green and lively as ever.

But the green onions here seem to be covered with a layer of bleak and deep. Under the green onions, once fresh lives are buried one after another.

Black and white photos are pasted on the rows of tombstones. Some are old and some are too young. Simple epitaphs summarize their life. Some people's life is ordinary and some life is magnificent.

The man with white hair came here with a large handful of chrysanthemums and put them in front of a tombstone that is neither too new nor too old.

The picture of the man on the tombstone is very young, his green hair is still very healthy, his eyebrows are beautiful, and his smile is bright and clear. When he took this picture, he may not expect that such a beautiful smile will appear on his tombstone one day.

The white haired man put the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, squatted down his old body, put his hand on the tombstone, and looked at the young photos on the tombstone in a daze.

The tombstone was engraved with the words "Si Tianqi", which recorded his life story. He died in his early thirties to save the students kidnapped by terrorists.

He squatted for a long time. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. Then he stood up and looked back. He saw a young man coming behind him, with a strange face and gold framed glasses, like a senior intellectual, holding a bunch of bright chrysanthemums in his hand.

"You are -"

The man with white rice wiped away his old tears and asked suspiciously.

Holding flowers, the young man bent down and put the chrysanthemums in front of Si Tianqi's tombstone. He took a look at the black-and-white photos that would always remain on the tombstone, slightly hooked the corners of his lips and replied, "I'm a former colleague of Si Tianqi. My surname is Lian."

The white haired old man restrained his emotions, took a paper towel from his assistant's hand to wipe his face, and then said, "it's Tianqi's colleague. I'm Tianqi's father."

The young man surnamed Lian nodded respectfully to his father and said, "Hello, uncle."

They stood in front of the tomb and looked at the picture on the tombstone.

Si Fu sighed: "Tianqi is the child brought by his mother. When I first saw the child, I knew that the child had great achievements. He was smart, sensible and kind."

Speaking of his son, Si Fu's eyes are still full of pride, even if the son has been dead for many years.

"When Tianqi came to my house with his mother, he was only 14 years old, but he had finished all the courses in high school. At the age of 15, he was admitted to DIDU University and became the youngest student in his class."

"He is a kind child. He has to volunteer in the orphanage every month. He is a good child. What a pity..."

The Secretary's father sighed and didn't go on.

The young man, who seemed to say nothing, listened to Si Fu's talk about his son with a deep sadness in his eyes.

Finally, the young man left, and Si Fu was dazed at his leaving figure.

The young man has never met, but Si Fu still thinks he is deja vu

The young man did not leave the cemetery. After walking for a while, he came to Lianjia's ancestral grave mountain. Many chrysanthemums were put in front of each tombstone here.

The young man came to a mausoleum. The picture on the tombstone was also a young man, very heroic.

His surname is Lian and his name is Zong. He has been dead for more than 30 years.

The young man stood on the tombstone and looked at the picture of the owner on the tombstone, which was nine points similar to himself. I don't know how long it took him to bend down and put a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of his tombstone.

Lian Zong's tombstone has been moved to Xi Rushi. They could not be together before they died. Xi Rushi watched Lian Zong be buried, bought each other's mountain as his own graveyard, arranged the afterlife, and died. He looked at his husband for decades.

It was not until a few years ago that they reissued the marriage certificate, and Xi Rushi's tomb moved over from the opposite mountain.

Sitianqi sat in front of the grave, took out a bottle of wine, two cups, poured two cups of wine, poured one cup of wine in front of the grave, and drank one cup of wine by himself.

He just drank one cup after another, silently sitting in front of the grave, pouring himself

Drinking, he covered his face and wept bitterly.

With tears, continue to drink wine cup by cup.

Behind him, I don't know when a man has stood. Si Tianqi is a killer. He has a strong sense of vigilance. He knew that there were people standing behind him, but he hasn't spoken.

Standing alone and sitting alone, two faces with the same temperament show the same deja vu in their eyebrows and eyes.

Also has the same father, but has a different destiny.

Lian Xiwan himself spoke first.

"I knew you would come here."

"You also went to the Secretary's house."

Lian Xiwan thought that Si Tianqi might still be saved, because he found that when he secretly returned to China, he would secretly visit his stepfather.

His stepfather has always been on good terms with him.

Si Tianqi didn't speak. He drank up the spirits in the cup, gently put the cup in front of the tombstone, looked at Lian Zong's black-and-white photos and said, "you want to know about the sabre."

His voice became hoarse: "saber, I once had a deal with him for a business."

"His ability is not weaker than me. He just fights alone. His overall strength is not as good as ours."

"I remember that business. I took the head of the target before him, gave it to the employer and got the money. He was a little late, became angry and killed the target's family."

Lian Xiwan listened silently without interrupting him.

Si Tianqi continued: "in addition to killing skills, the killer on the killer list is also very good at camouflage. The saber doesn't know my identity. Similarly, I've never seen the saber, and I don't know who he will disguise."

Lian Xiwan hurriedly asked, "who hired the sword?"

Si Tianqi did not hide: "that man is comparable to the Dragon City, and is also good at hiding his strength like the dragon city. His real strength is far from as simple as he sees."

Lian Xiwan was silent.

Among the imperial capitals, there are few people who dare to call it the dragon city.

There was a man Lian Xiwan had seen.

Si Tianqi said: "a few years ago, he was also secretly helping Mengxian. He asked me to hold you down and defeat you. Even, he guessed that you might ask Donny for help and send traitors to make trouble in the wolmen family in advance, which diverted Donny's attention."

"During Mengxian's accident, you couldn't get in touch with Donny because he was dragged and had no time for himself."

If that person is really as Si Tianqi said, his strength is definitely not weaker than that of Longcheng, and he is hidden deeper than that of Longcheng.

That man is also an old opponent of Longcheng. When there was an accident in Longcheng, it was suspected that he was the one behind the scenes who collaborated with Long Xiao, but there was no evidence.

Si Tianqi said, "that man once asked me to rob the paste. I didn't obey his order, so he found the sword."

"Also -"

Si Tianqi raised his scarlet eyes and looked at Lian Xiwan: "Sabre and Katrina were once a couple."