Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 150 The Tomb of Chu Xinai, the Eldest Daughter of the Chu Family

Yu Xia was so startled that she let out an "ah!" and leaned to one side, about to slip off her horse.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qi Li pulled him into his arms, ignoring his struggle, and then laughed loudly, sweeping away yesterday's smoke.

At this time, Yu Xia was still annoyed, why didn't she ask why Qi Li wanted to bring him out, if it was just for the sake of romance, then Qi Li found the wrong person and wasted time.

When Yu Xia was thinking of asking Qi Li like this, he reined in his horse and stopped in front of a hillside behind the village. The hillside here is indeed called a mountain. There is a big difference.

I don't know whose family's orchard on this hillside is densely planted with winter jujube trees that should have grown in the north, and some jujubes grew on some trees.

Qi Li tied the horse to the jujube tree at the foot of the hill, looked back at Yu Xia with a smile, then turned around and walked up the hill.Yu Xia only hesitated for a moment, and followed behind.

It was easy to reach the top of the slope, and Yu Xia stood shoulder to shoulder with Qi Li, following his gaze to look behind the slope.

I saw countless graves standing impressively among the winter jujube trees behind the slope.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Yu Xia knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Qi Li seemed to be chuckling, but he didn't seem to be. He picked up Yu Xia who was on the ground, "Kneel before seeing clearly, why is Hu'er so anxious? Don't kneel, these are empty graves, what I want you to see is still there." Behind, not these."

Yu Xia trembling slightly, walked down with Qi Li's support, his legs seemed to be flapping in the wind, limp and powerless.

Rootless and stemless, floating flowers!

Where is your home?

Homeless, vagabond!

Where is your heart?

The autumn wind blows the sadness of fallen leaves,
The leaves are arranged in the shape of longing.

I am the rootless flower that drifts with the wind,

I am the vagabond wandering about,

I would give up my life to search for my roots,
I would give my all just for my home...

The dense cold wind brought the low-pitched songs of travelers, if the heart can be broken, Yu Xia's heart has been broken by eight petals, there are a total of 34 graves, 34 tablets without words, no need to look, no need to think, he also knows the graves Who should be buried here.

It is said that the inexplicable fire burned for a day and a night. All the things of the Chu family were burned to ashes. Even the bones of the people of the Chu family were melted into the soil. Just these empty graves.

"Of all the graves, this is the only one that is not empty." Qi Li stopped by the last two graves, pointed to one of the tombs covered with wild chrysanthemums, and said that the whole tomb was covered with yellow chrysanthemums. It's not that it swings back and forth with the autumn wind, so that people can't see the color of the soil clearly, and all they can see are chrysanthemums except chrysanthemums.

Yu Xia stretched out her hand to caress the wordless stone tablet in front of the grave, and suddenly, under his light touch, the sand-like powder danced in the wind, fascinating his eyes.

He didn't care about these, he rubbed the stone tablet with both hands, and after a burst of dust, the faint inscription appeared in front of his eyes.

The tomb of Chu Xinai, the eldest daughter of the Chu family.

Yu Xia knelt down on the ground again, this time Qi Li didn't pull him, but stood quietly behind him.

At this time, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and the whistling mountain wind rushed in, blowing away the faint sobbing sound, and also blowing away the traveler's sorrowful way home.

(End of this chapter)