My master is invincible

Chapter 1472 Hanging Coffin (13)

At the moment, I didn't dare to hesitate, I hurriedly followed in my father's footsteps and prepared to go out. My mother grabbed me and said, "Jiuzi, why are you going!"

I pointed to my father's back and said, "I want to catch up and have a look."

"Stop chasing, he's going to get the dry firewood from earlier to the firewood room." As my mother said, she pulled me to the side of Lihuamei and said, "Jiuyazi, don't you introduce me to my mother?" Fan?"

I gave a brief introduction, but my eyes kept staring at the place where my father left. I don't know why. I felt that my father's sudden departure was definitely not to tinker with dry wood.

Just as I was dazed for a while, my mother let go of my arm, and warmly pulled Lihuamei to ask questions. When she knew that Lihuamei was a sophomore student at Tsinghua University, her mother had a strange expression. She first screamed, Then he looked over at me and asked, "Jiu Yazi, you drugged her, didn't you?"

I was also drunk. I remember that when Joyce came to my house for the first time, my father said something similar. At that time, my father said, "Jiu Yazi, where did you abduct this woman?"

I really answered a word, it's not that the whole family does not enter the house.

I gave a wry smile and was about to explain when Li Huamei said beside me, "Auntie, I have known brother Jiu for a long time, and I volunteered to be her...girlfriend."

She pronounced the last three words very lightly.

When my mother heard this, she subconsciously pinched me, meaning, you have two slaps!

I was speechless, and it was hard to explain, so I let her rest with Lihuamei, and I was going to go out. My mother asked me what I was doing, and I said, go to the old scholar's grave.

When my mother heard that I was going to the grave of the old scholar, she made me a pair of white wine, some yellow paper, candles, fragrance and some offerings, and said that I would go to the grave of the old scholar to stay for a while.

I understand what she means. When our family moved the grave, it was Lao Xiucai who saved my life. It can even be said that Lao Xiucai died because of it.

Saying goodbye to my mother, I carried some things and walked straight to the grave of the old scholar.

According to my idea, I would go to see what my father was doing first, but I thought that it would be a bit unlucky to go to my father with the sacrifice, so I dismissed this idea.

When I came to the grave of the old scholar, I found that the grave was covered with grass, and a few small saplings grew beside it. Because our custom is not to move things on the grave until the Qingming Festival, it is not easy for me. After dropping the green grass, I had no choice but to place the sacrifice in my hand on the grave, took out another bottle of white wine, and poured it on the grave, and I took advantage of the situation and sat down next to the grave.

"Old scholar, it's easy for you to leave now, but you leave me to suffer all kinds of hardships in this world."

While talking, I lifted the lid of the liquor and took a sip.

"If you hadn't jumped into the grave back then, you might still be alive now, and you might have been put to sleep by Widow Liu."

I said something with a smile.

Back then, the old scholar always liked to tease Widow Liu, which was a well-known secret in our village. However, because the old scholar was getting old, no one dared to tease him.

At that time, I often teased him about this matter, and the old scholar would laugh and scold me, "Jiu Yazi, do your eyes itch? The old man still has a fire stick, do you want to try it. "

Thinking of those things in the past, my eyes became a little moist, I raised the wine bottle, knocked on the grave, and said: "Old scholar, you have been waiting for me on Huangquan Road for decades, and we will be brothers in the next life. I will introduce you to a good girl, so that you will have an heir to carry on the family line."

As I said that, I took a sip of the wine, and two lines of hot tears rolled down my face.

Thinking about it carefully, the old scholar's life was really worthless, and he didn't leave a son and a half daughter behind. Even if he wanted to pay back the favor he owed, he didn't have the chance.

Perhaps, life is like this, with too many helplessness and unavoidable regrets.

"Old scholar! Do you know how much I want to hear your voice, how much I want to hear you teach me again." I muttered, picked up the liquor bottle again, and prepared to drink.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out, grabbed the wine bottle, turned to look, it was my father, he said: "Alcohol is not a good thing, it will hurt your body."

After that, he sat down next to me and handed me another cigarette. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, "Smoking also hurts the body."

My father glared at me and said: "Smoking is not because you want to smoke, but because you are so helpless. Only by relying on cigarettes can you relieve your worries."

I hummed, took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and asked, "Father, you saw Lihuamei earlier, why..."

Before I finished speaking, he gave up and said, "Don't talk about women on the grave, it's disrespectful to the dead."

I was taken aback, there is indeed such a saying on our side, saying that talking about a woman on the grave is a curse that the deceased will not be able to marry a daughter-in-law in the next life.

Immediately, I hastily and lightly fanned my mouth twice, and then said something apologetic to the grave.

As soon as I finished speaking here, my father sighed and said, "Jiu Yazi, you have been out for so many years, and your problem still hasn't changed."

I gave a wry smile and said, "Do what you do and love what you do, maybe that's how it will be in this life."

Father didn't speak anymore, took a puff of cigarette, put another cigarette on the grave, lit it, and said: "Old scholar, do you know that our family owes you our lives!"

After that, my father sighed deeply, raised his hand and patted the head of the grave, and continued: "If it was possible, I hoped that I would have jumped into it back then, but had tricked you old man."

As soon as the words fell, a two-finger-sized black moth flapped its wings and flew towards us. The moth first stopped at the place where I was pouring wine on the grave, and then flew straight towards my shoulder.

Seeing this, my father and I looked at each other, but neither of us spoke.

After a while, the father said: "Jiu Yazi, I have an idea in my heart, I hope you can agree."

"Dad, tell me." I said respectfully.

My father glanced at me, and slowly said: "It's like this, your mother and I have been thinking about this for the past few days. We plan to let you have more sons after you get married. In the future, you will adopt a son to the old scholar. It’s good for a scholar to have a descendant, so we can repay the favor.”

After speaking, he stared at me closely.

Without thinking about it, I immediately agreed and said, "But, we don't even know what the old scholar's last name is, so let's just..."

Before I could finish speaking, my father got up slowly and said, "I've inquired about him. If he's right, his surname should be Jiang. When you give birth to a son in the future, the first son's surname should be Jiang!"

"Jiang?" I was startled, and I immediately thought of Master Jiang. Is this a coincidence?
Seeing me staring at him suspiciously, my father asked me, "Why, do you have an idea?"

I quickly stopped and said, "It's nothing, I just think that the old scholar's surname is the same as Master Jiang's, and I don't know if the two of them have any relationship."

(End of this chapter)