Cui Hui is much softer than she thought.

Years of old grievances turned into sighs in front of my mother's mourning hall.

She held back her tired mood and looked down at him.

In her memory, her father, who was always gentle and elegant, was actually old, and she had already lost a close blood relative. The remaining one had his ups and downs, and she was afraid that she would spend the rest of her life in regret. Cui Huidao: "Before mother died... she left you a last word. She said that she didn't hate you much about what happened back then, she just hated God's will to trick people."

I hate this world where it is difficult for ordinary people to live peacefully.

Cui Xiao didn't react to her words, and Cui Hui didn't bother to care whether he could hear it or not: "My mother also said that in fact, she also has some things that she doesn't like about you. If Aweng hadn't been childless all his life and was too obsessed, with your temperament, you might not be able to I will wade into those murky waters."

How can our ancestors be good people who were bandits?

In Aweng's generation, the world is even more chaotic.

It is difficult to raise a male, and Aweng only has one daughter in his life, so it is too difficult to continue the bloodline. Perhaps it was God's blessing that he accidentally adopted a child son-in-law, and this child-like son-in-law happened to have the qualities of those high and mighty people. While cultivating his talent, Aweng inevitably had other thoughts. If this son-in-law could succeed, wouldn't the old Cui family's past be wiped out?

Future generations can also live upright lives, instead of continuing to nest in the mountains and forests, being on tenterhooks all day long like mice.

Over time, this became a problem for Aweng.

As for my father, he also agreed with Aweng's plan.

As time passed, Cui Hui also tried to understand his parents' difficulties.

Before her death, the mother also tried to untie her daughter's knot.

【Some things cannot be entirely blamed on my filial brother.】

He didn't feel much when he stayed in the village, but after leaving the village, his life experience, status, talent, background...these were naked realities that he had to face up to. The gap was so big that the person he regarded as a treasure became someone who could be despised by others. of scum.

Not to mention anything else, just thinking about the fact that his children will discuss marriage in the future, and his family will ruin his flesh and blood because of this, he will go crazy just thinking about it.

His sister should be given a title, and his children should be hereditary officials. This Cui family can shine in the family. From then on, they have completely got rid of their background as a bandit, and no one dares to use their identity to ridicule. However, He never thought that this road would cost so much. How could he not hate Qi Yuanliang for interfering? How could he not hate himself as the executioner?

Cui Xiaomuran listened to her daughter's story.

He chuckled weakly: "She should be blamed."

At least this time it's the blame.

Cui Hui didn't understand the implication, but he didn't delve into it.

The son brought a bowl of warm water to Cui Xiao and sighed: "The nunnery has limited resources. Father, drink some warm water to moisten your throat first. Don't make yourself too embarrassed. I'm afraid my mother will feel uneasy after seeing it."

Cui Xiao finished his drink in silence.

Passing the wooden bowl back, he finally saw his son clearly.

His son felt uncomfortable staring at him. He touched his face, which had not been washed for two days, and was shiny. The fat under his fingertips was bulging, and his handsome facial features when he was young were stretched open. He looked at the swollen face: "

Isn't this... gaining weight in middle age?"

He squatted beside his old father, one person against the other two.

Making clothes all year round costs money.

Cui Xiao couldn't finish his words and looked away, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's not easy for your mother to still be willing to recognize you."

Kewu likes good colors, how could my sister not have this hobby?

His son was so cute when he was born. He was beautiful from a baby to a teenager. He thought that the flowering period would be long, but he never imagined that he would become like this in middle age. The son turned to look at the coffin, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Mother

I don’t think I’m ugly.”

Not until he gets fat will you no longer recognize him.

Speaking of which, during reunions during holidays, his mother was indeed closer to his children and Big Bear Ermi, and spoke concisely to him, but he thought this was because of his maturity and stability. His parents and children were both older, and they would no longer hug each other as before.

Not decent to hold.

Cui Xiao looked at the coffin: "I will find it objectionable."

My sister said she wouldn't like the child if it was too ugly.

The son muttered angrily: "That must be a joke."

The more I talk, the less confident I become.

When he was young, he was also a handsome young man from all over the country, but his life was too comfortable and he didn't keep his mouth shut. In just six months, his cheeks became more rounded and his jawline became clearer. He ran away from home. That year at the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner, his mother came from the nunnery to reunite.

His eyes were wide open and his expression seemed to speak a thousand words, but in the end he said nothing.

Looking back now, I guess it was not a good thing.

He pursed his lips like he did when he was a child, and was about to make a few excuses - when people reach middle age, their children will be able to flourish in two years. If they are fatter, they will be fatter, and if they are ugly, they will be ugly, but they are not

He needs to be someone's son-in-law, as long as his wife doesn't dislike him - but before he could even start his defense, he saw his father look away.

son:"……"

Cui Zhi: "..."

Ke Wu's color problem may not be entirely due to her mother-in-law.

Before the wake, Cui Xiao had to deal with some things.

For example, waiting for news at the foot of the mountain.

"If I don't come back for a long time, I'm afraid there will be misunderstandings and disturb my sister's final peace." Cui Xiao bent down to pick up the dusty knife fan and patted it. He closed his eyes and opened them again. If he ignored the red and swollen eyes, he would

There is no obvious sadness on his face.

Cui Zhi stood up and followed him: "My son-in-law gives my father-in-law a ride."

Cui Xiao looked at Cui Zhi who was following him and sneered.

"You have the guts to come."

Cui Zhi also said calmly: "My mother has not passed the first seven days."

If the other party was really shameless and took advantage of him to send him down the mountain, Cui Zhi would have no choice but to consider himself unlucky. Weng and his son-in-law were silent all the way, and Cui Zhi stopped a few miles away from the Eternal Life Cult. His face was calm.

Shocked, but cautiously observing in my heart.

Immortal believers are mostly a rabble.

How do the rabble know how to organize troops?

Everywhere I go, it's like locusts passing through, creating a mess.

Just scattered sand cannot form a climate.

The one in front of me is different.

It can also be seen from the positions of people that they have been trained by others. Even if they are not comparable to regular soldiers and horses who have experienced hundreds of battles, they are still better than the ragtag group of people who are fighting on their own. I am afraid. It has a lot to do with him, Old Taishan.

Cui Zhi was thinking about it when Lao Taishan came out.

She was dressed as a mourner, and all the bright colors were removed.

Cui Xiaodao: "It's done, let's go."

There was another moment of silence as we went up the mountain.

Cui Zhi secretly observed Lao Taishan with his peripheral vision, sighing inwardly at his tenacity. If the person lying in the coffin was Kewu, he might not be able to regain his senses in a short period of time. Not only did Lao Taishan calm down, but he also had business matters in mind and even made a special trip. Go and explain.

He can understand the other party, but he may be considered callous in the eyes of Kewu.

After a while, the night fell and everyone was quiet.

Cui Zhi and his brother-in-law accompanied Lao Taishan to watch the funeral.

Cui Xiao looked at his son: "What are you doing here?"

The son was almost choked and said angrily: "Even if I am 'different', my father should not be dissatisfied with me in front of my mother. I am worried that you will cry till the sky is dark again... If you treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs, what day will it happen?" Auntie will definitely sue you in her dream!"

Cui Xiaodao: "It's an eyesore."

My son was so angry that veins were popping on his forehead.

But he still didn't throw up his sleeves and walk away.

Even if he has to leave, it should be his father who leaves!

Cui Zhi: "..."

Cui Xiao looked at the altar table and murmured: "No way."

No one in the world could make him lose his temper and cry like this.

The first seven nights passed extremely long. Cui Xiao looked outside the door from time to time, expecting a gust of night wind to bring her news, but unfortunately there was no wind all night until dawn. Cui Zhi had chosen a Feng Shui on the mountain two days ago. It was such a treasure land that he ordered people to dig a grave.

"Time is running out. I will build a new grave for my mother tomorrow."

The coffin was carried and buried, and the grave was covered with new soil until it was completely covered.

Cui Xiao laid out the sacrifices and stared at the unengraved tombstone for a long time: "Sister, I won't let you wait too long."

Because there was something going on at the nunnery, Cui Hui went down the mountain early.

After the processing was completed, she waited left and right, but only her brother came.

"Where is Father and the Supreme Being?"
To be continued...