The hall is wide.

It can be seen that half of the hall was built in a natural cave.

The walls of the cave are inlaid with pieces of gravel, all of which are as white as jade and soft in color. These stones are colorful and shining, reflecting a thousand postures and are particularly beautiful.

The other half of the hall is like a girl's boudoir, exuding a fragrant smell.

Qin Yang's gaze fell on a cyan tombstone at the junction, with bright red blood characters engraved with the words "Beloved Daughter Liu Ruqing", and there was nothing else.

This word should be written with finger power, and every word is heart-wrenching.

In front of the tombstone, there is a futon, which must be where Mrs. Liu usually sits when she recites sutras.

"Miss!"

Seeing the tombstone, Liu Zhen knelt down suddenly.

Bright tears rolled in her eyes, and then, large, round, and glittering tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I'm sorry ......"

Liu Zhen's smooth and delicate forehead was against the cold ground, whining and crying, like a child, as if she was going to pour out all the grievances over the years.

Qin Yang stood behind her, staring at the tombstone, without saying a word.

"What is buried. Qin Yang asked.

"Clothes. Mrs. Liu slowly walked to the tombstone, took out a silk handkerchief, carefully wiped the tombstone that was as clean as jade, as if washing the face of her daughter when she was a child, her eyes were full of love, and she said softly: "It is the last set of clothes she wore before she got married, it is very beautiful, and she made it herself." ”

"What about corpses. ”

Qin Yang asked.

Old Madam Liu smiled bitterly and muttered, "No, Bai Dixuan destroyed her body, destroyed her soul, and there is nothing left." ”

Qin Yang was silent.

His fists clenched tightly at some point, and blood dripped down and fell to the ground.

Once he heard others talk about the deeds of Bai Dixuan and Liu Ruqing, he only felt regret and sympathy. But I never thought that I was the hero of the story, which was too ridiculous and funny.

He was raised by Ning Xiuxin, and he believed in his bones that Ning Xiuxin was his only mother.

When he learned that he was adopted, he felt hatred in his heart for his parents who had abandoned him, why they had abandoned him, why they had thrown him in his suitcase, and he had gone away with no mercy.

He even fantasized that one day after meeting the pair of biological parents, he would show off how good he was, and then slam the door and leave, making them regret what they had done.

Thinking about it now, it's ridiculous and naïve.

Ning Xiuxin is right, most mothers in the world will not abandon their children, unless there is something unspeakable.

At that time, Qin Yang only regarded it as comfort, but now it seems that she is right.

Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Qin Yang suddenly regretted that he came to the Liu family, and regretted that he learned the truth, because the truth was too cruel, he couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it.

"Miss, I found the little master, he is doing well. ”

"He now has ten Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots, he is a peerless genius, no one can compare, he can't kill gods, and neither can Bai Di Xuan. ”

"Miss, you must be blessing the little master in the dark. ”

"By the way, Miss, the little young master also has a child, and he looks very cute, just like when the little young master was a child, his name is Mu Chen, and he was given by the little young master's adoptive father. ”

“……”

Liu Zhen choked up, talking about one thing after another, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Zhen'er, what did you say!?Yang'er has a baby?"

Old Madam Liu, who was wiping the tombstone, looked at the Liu family in shock, her lips trembling slightly.

Liu Zhen snorted, wiped her tears and sobbed: "The little young master has a child, and he has just given birth, and he is a big fat boy. ”

"Really? Is it with that ...... That one is called Meng ...... What is Meng from, by the way, Meng Yutong's child?"

Old Madam Liu looked at her nervously.

Liu Zhen shook her head: "It's not Miss Yutong, it's born to another girl surnamed Leng, called Leng Qingyan." ”

"Born with another girl?" Old Madam Liu was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand, "It doesn't matter which girl she gave birth to, as long as it is Yang'er's child." ”

With a smile on her face, she stroked the cold tombstone, and said excitedly: "Qing'er, did you hear it? You have a grandchild, a big fat boy named Mu Chen, the name given by Yang'er's adoptive father." You, in the future, you will not only bless your son, but also your grandson, by the way, and that daughter-in-law......"

As Mrs. Liu spoke, a series of tears flowed silently from her cheeks and along the shallow wrinkles, and she suddenly hugged the tombstone tightly, saying nothing, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

After a long while, Mrs. Liu let go of the tombstone, quietly wiped her tears, looked at Qin Yang, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Look at my old woman, I originally asked your mother and son to talk, but it turned out to be talking by myself." Well, you talk first, Jen'er, let's go out. ”

"Hmm. ”

Liu Zhen nodded, got up and helped Mrs. Liu, and walked outside.

"Yang'er ......"

Old Madam Liu suddenly stopped, looked at Qin Yang, and said softly: "The previous thing was that my old woman was confused, it was me who was wrong, don't take it to heart." ”

There was a hint of pleading and self-reproach in her eyes, and she was afraid that this grandson would blame her and the entire Liu family.

"It's okay grandma, blame me for being a little impulsive before. ”

Qin Yang said softly.

Hearing Qin Yang call her grandmother, the smile on Old Madam Liu's face became more and more intense, and the tears in her eyes flashed again.

"Well, okay, let's talk first. ”

Mrs. Liu dragged Liu Zhen towards the door quickly, and after walking out of the door, she took out a silk scarf to wipe the tears on her face, but the tears couldn't be stopped......

The mausoleum hall fell silent.

Qin Yang looked at the slightly lonely tombstone, and somehow, he suddenly laughed, his smile full of bitterness.

He walked to the tombstone and sat down, sighed deeply, picked up a branch in his hand, drew it on the ground, and muttered, "What are you talking about, it seems that there is nothing to talk about." After all, this is the first time I've seen you since I can remember, and it's a bit of a shocking meeting. ”

Qin Yang lowered his head and said with a wry smile after a long while: "Okay, actually, I have seen your portrait before, but unfortunately I didn't recognize you as my mother." Seriously, you're too young and beautiful to recognize. ”

Qin Yang joked.

Although the joke is a bit cold.

The hall fell silent once more.

Qin Yang stretched out his hand and stroked the tombstone, his eyes wandered, and the blood on his hand was stained on the stele, which was a little dazzling.

After a long time, he said lightly: "Give me the answer, what to do next." Is it to live in peace, or is it ...... Kill him!"

(End of chapter)