Chapter 522 I am more pious than anyone else
After the coffin was reburied, Wei Zhao, regardless of his injuries, knelt in front of the tombstone and put his face against it, trying to find a trace of the girl's warmth from it. The
fire of despair burned in the empty eye sockets, burning all his internal organs into ashes.
"I have killed too many people in my life."
He said softly.
"Now... I have only buried you."
His soul, along with that day, was buried in the ground.
The scene changed again.
Fu Meng lay at the door, without his previous spirit, accompanying silently.
Even the blue crows that had been noisy all day were wilted and did not make any noise.
The room was as silent as death.
I don't know how long it has been.
Wei Zhao stood up without sadness or joy, took the box beside the pillow with his right hand, and walked out, his left sleeve hanging empty. He bumped into Xiao Huaiyan who was coming over.
Xiao Huaiyan looked at his expression and asked cautiously: "Are you going out?"
Wei Zhao said nothing.
Just looked at him silently.
Xiao Huaiyan moved his lips, wanting him to mourn less and persuade him to move on. It has been more than half a year since his sister-in-law died, so he should stop thinking about the old friend, but looking at Wei Zhao, he couldn't say it.
Who can let go of this kind of thing?
He closed his mouth again and slowly made way.
Wei Zhao walked past him and left.
Xiao Huaiyan hesitated again and again and followed him. But when he passed by the rockery, he was grabbed by Ning Yunling.
Ning Yunling pursed her lips: "What kind of girl can be missed by him like this? Look at him, what kind of person is he now?"
"But my aunt doesn't care. She used to be the most strict with my brother and controlled everything, but now she pretends to be deaf and blind."
What kind of person?
How could Wei Zhao be bad if he liked her?
Xiao Huaiyan still remembers what kind of person Wei Zhao was when Yu Tingwan was still there. He was considerate and thoughtful. He always scooped a bowl of soup for her before meals. If Yu Tingwan didn't have hands, I'm afraid she would feed it to her mouth.
The kind of care that is afraid of being cold or hot.
But a good person just disappeared under his protection. He obviously left so many people in Ze County, with thousands of calculations and plans. In the end, his wife and daughter were still killed.
In addition to the black shadow, the dog emperor also issued a death order to the generals who went to the border before his death.
Who would have thought that when the enemy invaded and the border was defeated, those generals who surrendered to the Ying family would focus all their thoughts on a weak woman.
Even though the Wei family army was desperately protecting them in front and Gu Fuju was worried about the dark guards sent in the back, they could not stop the wave after wave of feints to the east and west.
Xiao Huaiyan sighed deeply and dared not think about it anymore. He looked at Ning Yunling.
"Do you know why he is still alive?"
Ning Yunling:? ? ?
What are you talking about?
Could it be that my brother wants to be buried with me?
Xiao Huaiyan: "What annoyed my sister-in-law the most when she was alive was that he didn't take care of his body and put his life and death aside." She
was a person who spoke gently, but once she got angry, no one could control her.
"And he was most afraid of my sister-in-law getting angry."
Or the kind that was hard to coax.
Xiao Huaiyan said: "Aunt is a mother, and she only has this son now. Don't you know how hard it was for Wei Zhao to live for the Shunguo Mansion in the first half of his life? Now that the scourge of the Ying family has been eliminated, how can you expect your aunt to be cruel and take care of it?"
He brushed Ning Yunling's hand away.
"What's the matter? Wei Zhao didn't care about you for a long time, and didn't use a cane to teach you a lesson, and you're not satisfied?"
After saying that, he strode up to catch up with him in a bad mood.
Wei Zhao went to Changdu Temple.
Changdu Temple is in the suburbs and is very popular.
He fought on the battlefield, waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and never believed in ghosts and gods.
Before going to war, he never worshipped Guan Gong or offered sacrifices to the military flag. But now he has become a frequent visitor to the temple.
A young Taoist priest came from nowhere, wandering at the foot of Changdu Temple, and set up a fortune-telling stall.
But there was no one in front of the stall.
Baopu had no business.
He was not in a hurry.
After all, the people coming and going had no fate with him.
When he was drowsy, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and looked up at Wei Zhao, who was wearing casual clothes and had an indifferent expression not far away.
Baopu suddenly became energetic.
"Daoist friend!"
He greeted.
"I see that you are destined to be together. Do you want to tell my fortune? You must pay for it."
Wei Zhao glanced at him, just walked forward and ignored him.
Baopu held the tortoise shell in his hand, looked at his back and shook his head and sighed.
"The obsession is too deep."
The Bodhisattva in the temple lowered his eyebrows and eyes, seeming to be sad and compassionate.
Wei Zhao lit three incense sticks.
Xiao Huaiyan accompanied him quietly, just like before.
But Wei Zhao rarely spoke.
"She has never appeared in my dreams. But blame me?"
Xiao Huaiyan: "Sister-in-law... must be afraid that you will feel sad when you see it."
"It is she who feels sorry for me."
Wei Zhao burned incense: "I can't protect her, but I still don't know what to do to provoke her. She should blame me."
Coming out of the hall, he walked towards the marriage bridge.
It was particularly lively there. Many unmarried men and women who were engaged would buy a love lock at the stall in front, ask the master to engrave their names on it, and then walk on the bridge together, hoping that their marriage would be smooth.
Xiao Huaiyan saw the direction he was going, and he really couldn't figure out Wei Zhao's thoughts.
It couldn't be that Wei Zhao wanted to go with him.
The two were celebrities in Shangjing, and wherever they went, people would stop and avoid them.
This time was no exception.
The Marriage Bridge was crowded, but wherever Wei Zhao passed, people made way for him.
He stopped in the middle of the bridge, which was also the highest point.
He took out the box from his sleeve and opened it.
Inside was a love lock.
It was self-evident whose name was written on it.
But this lock was obviously different from the ones bought outside. Not only was it particularly delicate, but it was also carved with a crabapple pattern.
Xiao Huaiyan recognized the words engraved on it at a glance. They were made by Wei Zhao.
Yes. Wei Zhao would never let anyone else have this love lock.
But he... was missing an arm.
I don't know how much wood was damaged by carving, and how much effort was wasted.
"This marriage bridge is particularly ineffective. Ning Yunling hung so many in the early years, but none of them came true."
Wei Zhao hung it up and locked it.
The only key that could open the lock lay in his palm. The moment his five fingers closed, the metal made a whine of being overwhelmed.
When he spread his hands again, it had turned into a handful of golden powder.
Others come to ask for a long life together.
All he could pray for was... the next life.
Wei Zhao: "Have you set a date for the wedding?"
Xiao Huaiyan: "Yes."
He said: "If my sister-in-law hadn't awakened me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to be with Shen Zhiyi."
"That's good."
Wei Zhao: "Between you and me, there is still one thing that I don't regret." He
thought of something.
He said.
"It works."
Wei Zhao said: "I'm more pious than anyone else."
After returning to the mansion, late at night.
Wei Zhao woke up again in the middle of the night.
He subconsciously hugged his side, but only felt a coldness.
Wei Zhao was stunned in place, and the emotions on his face became lighter and lighter.
It was as if thousands of steel needles were stirring in Yu Tingwan's skull, and every breath hurt her lungs.
She tried to touch Wei Zhao again and again, but it was just a memory, and she touched
nothing. She couldn't hold back her tears and choked.
She didn't want Wei Zhao to be like this.
Perhaps he had a sense of it, and Wei Zhao suddenly looked in her direction.
But he couldn't see anything.
He was clearly the only one in the room.
"I forgot again."
He chuckled, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding on rusty iron.
"You didn't even leave me a corpse...
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