Chapter 1122

"Do you know where your mother's grave is?"

When the night is in the sky, the cold wind at night is always with an intoxicating chill. On a remote road in the suburb of Xining, chufeng looks at the gloomy and horrible surrounding woods, and subconsciously asks the woman around him: "weren't you young when you were taken away?"

"Suspected that I lied to you and asked for someone to kill you?" Yan Qiaoling directly points out the little careful thought in Chu Feng's heart and throws out a sentence, arousing a light sneer: "what's good for me like that? I was young when I was taken away, but it doesn't mean I'm not sensible. On the contrary, I already have memories

"I really don't know where my mother was buried, but I should know the approximate location."

When Yan Qiaoling points out the embarrassment in his heart, Chu Feng has nothing to be ashamed of. He and Yan Qiaoling haven't known each other for a long time. It's normal to doubt her intentions. Otherwise, anyone who comes out and believes Chu Feng will not live today.

Dark and remote, revealing the dark forest path, the surrounding woods can also see dianlan's unique tomb. Chu Feng shivered and continued to follow Yan Qiaoling. He did not know why he agreed to Yan Qiaoling at that time?

Shaking his head, Chu Feng didn't want to think about it any more. He believed that Yan Qiaoling had no malice, and even if he succeeded, Yan Qiaoling would lose his freedom. In today's world, Chu Feng thinks that there are people who can kill him, but there are few who want to really leave him.

He is confident that ten strong men in the seven levels of anger will go out, and he can leave with ease.

After half an hour's journey, through the gloomy woods, Chu Feng could hear the barking of a dog, his left eye twinkled through the night, and a quiet mountain village appeared in his left eye. He knew that this was the place Yan Qiaoling was coming to.

It turns out that Yan Qiaoling's mother is from Xining!

They walked into the quiet countryside. In the middle of the night, everyone had already gone to bed. For the rural people, it was normal for them to work at sunrise and rest at sunset. At this time, no one would come out to do anything when they were full.

Although the dogs in the village kept barking because of their arrival, no one got up to check. They came to the end of the village without much hindrance.

Yan Qiaoling stopped and looked at the night ahead. She looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "this is chenjiacun. My mother is from here. When Yan Cang was refining her heart, she got to know my mother. They had feelings. Finally, I was a wild animal."

Yan Qiaoling's voice was very quiet, but Chu Feng could still feel the slight self mockery in the words. Anyone who was born unknowingly, whose father was still missing, and whose mother was brought up by scolding, was uncomfortable.

Patting Yan Qiaoling on the shoulder, Chu Feng seldom comforted this cool and gorgeous woman: "no matter what kind of past, but it has passed, look ahead!"

Yan Qiaoling seldom showed a smile, nodded, and walked forward with her long legs. Chu Feng followed her. She just stopped two steps after going out and looked back at the quiet countryside behind her. Her eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently. For a moment, he felt that someone was watching in the darkness.

Chu Feng kept up with Yan Qiaoling, but he was alert. His left eye was 360 degrees around the countryside in the night.

The kind of surveillance just now is absolutely not something ordinary people can feel, and it's a little weird. After looking around with his left eye, he can't see any suspicious people. Besides the quiet and sleeping villagers, no one else exists.

In the dark, maybe nervous, Chu Feng quickened his pace and followed Yan Qiaoling to the cemetery.

The two gradually disappeared at the end of the village toward the cemetery. After a while, it seemed twisted in the dark. There was a young man in black with black cloth on his face. His whole body was flooded with a cold evil spirit. His eyes showed indifference and contempt.

It seems that the world is a joke in his eyes.

After a cold look at the night ahead, the night seems twisted again. The young man in black disappears under the darkness, only the barking of dogs is getting louder and louder. In addition, chenjiacun is still the same as it was at the beginning.

Chu Feng and Yan Qiaoling, who are hundreds of meters ahead, have come to a cemetery with an area of more than 300 mu surrounded by simple guardrails. There are five big words hanging at the gate: chenjiacun cemetery!

Yan Qiaoling looks gloomy and sad. When anyone left, her mother was still alive, but she came back to face the cold and merciless grave. It was a kind of expression of heartache and suppressed the feeling of crying in her heart. Yan Qiaoling walked to a simple wooden house in front of her, and there was a faint light in it.

That's where the night watchers of the chenjiacun cemetery live.

Yan Qiaoling came to the door and knocked on the old wooden door. There was a thin and sparse sound coming from inside. Then the wooden door opened. An old man who looked more than 70 years old stood at the door, squinting at Yan Qiaoling in front of the door. She was surprised and said, "Moonlight!""Well, aren't you dead?"

Standing behind the Chu Feng surprised a smile, the old man is really a bit interesting, obviously his mouth Yueming should be Yan Qiaoling's mother, it seems that the two people also look very similar.

"Uncle Mao!" Yan Qiaoling also crossed a helpless, but did not go to scare the old man, with a faint smile: "I am Qiao Ling, I come to worship my mother."

"Qiao Ling?" Uncle Mao didn't feel uneasy and nervous because he was knocked at the door of the cemetery in the middle of the night. Hearing Yan Qiaoling's words, he frowned and thought. For a while, he said, "are you the daughter of Yueming, Qiaoling?"

Yan Qiaoling nodded: "yes, I'm back!"

Uncle Mao showed a happy smile. He came out and looked at the tall and moving Yan Qiaoling with the help of the moonlight. He nodded frequently as if he was looking at his own children: "I really look like your mother. At first, I thought it was your mother's resurrection, but it's better for you to come back. So many years, your mother's tomb is lonely. She is a poor person, with someone who shouldn't fall in love with ！”

It has been more than 70 years in Chenjia village. Uncle Mao watched many people grow up. Yan Qiaoling's mother also watched from childhood to adulthood. He never thought that the most beautiful little girl in the village would eventually get the result of people's scorn and die in depression.

Shaking his head and sighing, he didn't want to talk about the past. He turned back to the house and took out a flashlight: "let's go. I'll take you to your mother's grave to have a look. If it wasn't for the old man, I was born bold and scared to death by you!"

In the old man's emotion, Yan Qiaoling followed Chu Feng together. She didn't have the cold and gorgeous appearance when she was at Yan's house, nor did she have the kind of reticence with Chu Feng and others. Listening to him behind the back of Uncle Mao was polite. Facing him with a humble attitude of the younger generation, Chu Feng could see that Yan Qiaoling was not bad in nature.

After a while, under the leadership of Uncle Mao, we came to a tomb near the edge of the cemetery. There was a solitary grave and a simple tombstone, on which only five words were engraved: Tomb of Chen Yueming!

Uncle Mao flashed the torch and said with emotion: "your mother was a very sensible and obedient child since childhood, and she has great respect for us old people. People in the village like her very much. Many people from shiliba village came to ask your grandmother to propose marriage, but they were all rejected one by one, so that your mother could marry into the city and improve her life."

"It's a pity that your mother found one by herself, and you died with a bad name on her back, and no one cared about the burial. Or I paid someone to pay for simple restraint and sweep her tomb every year. Your grandmother and they didn't even look at it."

With that, uncle Mao turned around and saw that Yan Qiaoling's eyes were wet. He patted her on the shoulder: "son, don't be sad. Your mother will be very happy to see you back." Then he looked at Chu Feng, who had been following him without saying a word: "it's just that you have to learn to be smart. The people outside are too bad. It's useless to be handsome."

Chu Feng cried and laughed in his heart. He just accompanied him. How could he lie down?

But I also know that uncle Mao is a simple old man in the countryside. He has a gentle smile and tries to show a good side: "Uncle Mao, if you have something to say, I'm fine. In addition, you can rest assured that Qiaoling is already my wife, and I won't let her be the same as her mother, with my personality and my life guarantee."

With these words, Chu Feng was also slightly embarrassed. He didn't know whether to speak to Uncle Mao or to Yan Qiaoling's mother lying on the ground. However, uncle Mao was very comfortable to listen to such words: "boy, I like the direct character. Remember your words today, although Qiao Ling is not in chenjiacun, she is also a child of chenjiacun."

Chu Feng nodded slightly.

Yan Qiaoling looked at Chu Feng in surprise. She was moved and complicated in her eyes. She knelt on the ground directly and kowtowed three heads to the grave: "Mom, I'm back to see you. It's clear that you won't be alone any more. I'll come back to see you every year."

"My daughter has grown up. You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself."

After that, he kowtowed three heads again, and the tears couldn't help flowing out any more. This was the first time Chu Feng saw this woman in tears. He pulled the woman up and held her in his arms with a slight sigh: "people can't be reborn after death. Living well is the greatest comfort to your mother. Don't be sad. Everything starts all over again."

Uncle Mao nodded slightly in his eyes, and felt that Chu Feng's performance was OK.

Yan Qiaoling was hugged by a man for the first time. Her sad feeling was slightly replaced by shyness. She pushed Chu Feng away unnaturally, and her tone was a little unnatural: "can you lend me some money?"

Chu Feng blinked his eyes, and then realized that her mother's tomb was so simple that she even came back to repair it.

Nodding: "you are my wife. Why do you want to borrow it? Go back to the wooden house first. I'll give uncle Mao some money to repair it."

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