Chapter 478

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Qingshan City.

Because Lin Fan, who was famous all over the world, appeared a hundred years ago, Qingshan City is no longer the small town that lived in a corner. Many people specially moved here to settle down, and the small Qingshan City became bigger and bigger after coming and going, and it seemed to be a big city in the northwest of the Towu Empire.

Over the past hundred years, many things have quietly changed. The original quiet and peaceful city has been replaced by bustle and prosperity, and practitioners who travel here pass by here every day.

And basically everyone who comes here will definitely taste a local delicacy-spicy crayfish. In fact, this is not the only food in Qingshan City. In addition to crayfish, there are also beggar chicken, fish bone soup, and fatty sausage rolls.

These delicacies also have their own flavors, but in front of those practitioners who have always had a light diet, the spicy crayfish that swept the entire taste buds was obviously more exciting.

There are many crayfish shops in Qingshan City, but the locals know that only the Fat Onion Ergou crayfish at the entrance of Sijie Alley has the most authentic taste.

However, it is a bit strange these days. This lobster restaurant, which is usually full of diners, has not opened its doors. This makes many diners who come here very regretfully.

When asked why, someone sighed and said: "It is said that the owner of this store is dying."

"The owner of the store is over a hundred and ten years old, which is already a long life. Now the family business is quite big, and there are no illnesses in the house. If I really want to go, it is also a joy and a funeral."

In the ordinary world, the elderly who died over the age of 80 are called happy mourning.

While others were talking about it, outside Qingshan City, a woman came slowly from outside the city with a painted umbrella of sky blue after rain.

time home.

The outer room of the main house was full of people sitting in a room. These people are old and young, and everyone's face is heavy.

In fact, everyone in the family has already prepared for the departure of their ancestors. Most of the neighbors next door have passed away in their 60s and 70s. It is really rare for our ancestors to have such a long life.

As early as three days ago, the doctor had asked them to prepare for the funeral. But until now, the ancestors are still hanging there in one breath.

"Could it be that grandpa has a wish unfulfilled?" the youngest junior guessed.

"Even if you have unfulfilled wishes, you have to ask your great-grandfather." The elder next to him said. Now the old man in the room can only hold his breath in his body, not to mention talking, he can't even open his eyes, so how can he express his wish.

Just when everyone in the room was full of heavy hearts, there was a pleasant cry from inside: "Wake up! Grandpa woke up!"

Hearing this voice, everyone couldn't help but froze, and rushed into the inner room. Not long after, the bedroom was already full of people standing.

It is said that before death, people will return to the light for a while. Could it be that their family is also dying?

Thinking of this, someone has already cried softly.

However, after a while, they found that the old man who had been lying on the bed had indeed woken up, and he was very energetic. It's just that his eyes were staring straight at the door, as if waiting for someone to return.

Suddenly, joy burst out of his eyes, and he shouted to the door: "Sister—" There was endless longing in his tone.

All the filial sons and virtuous grandchildren couldn't help being taken aback, they turned their heads to look outside the door, only to see a young woman in Tsing Yi walking from outside the door.

The woman is beautiful, with white hair dragging to the ground, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and tears in her almond eyes. From the looks of it, it should be an acquaintance with the ancestors.

When she came to the bed, they held hands together, one was still as white as jade, and the other was already mottled by the years.

"little six."

"Sister, you don't have to save me anymore." The old man lay on the bed with a satisfied face, "I am very lucky to see you for the last time. Although your appearance has changed, I know it is you. Grandpa is right , you are not dead, you are a disciple of the immortal, and you will not die so easily.

It's just that Brother Wu left earlier, so he couldn't wait with me until you came home. But it doesn't matter, I will tell him and grandpa that sister, you are very good now, and you have become even more beautiful, so you don't have to worry about being liked or protected in the future.

When grandpa left, he said he didn't blame you for not coming home. Now that you are back, remember to go to Grandpa’s grave and tell him. "

The old man babbled, and suddenly understood the mood of his grandfather when he was dying.

"Sister——" he suddenly raised his voice, clenched Shiyu's hand, and looked at her with unprecedented brightness, "You must be well." It is me who can become relatives with you in this life The luckiest and proudest thing.

It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to finish the sentence, and when he let go of his hand, the last breath held in front of his chest was also released.

Sensing the temperature gradually dissipating from the hand in his palm, Shi Yu froze in place, unable to recover for a long time.

Why, she just woke up, her brother is already old?

What had she missed all these years?

Turning around blankly, looking at the crying and kneeling person behind her, she walked out involuntarily.

The Qingshan City outside is bigger and more prosperous. Most of the shops and restaurants that we were familiar with in the past have changed. The clothes and clothes of the people passing by on the street have also changed drastically. Even the original Lin family seems to have been demolished and rebuilt now, with descendants living in it.

She was walking among the bustling crowd, but she couldn't find any trace left over from that year.

It turned out that time went by so fast, and before she had time to accept these changes, the world had quietly changed.

Walking along the wide avenue at her feet, she came outside the city gate before she knew it.

The dirt official road outside the city gate has been paved with blue bricks, and the barren rice fields on both sides are now row upon row of houses, high and low, stretching for a stretch.

Fortunately, the mountain where the ruined temple was located is still there. But the mountainside is already full of fruit trees, and the foot of the mountain is full of fertile fields. Shi Yu Shen sent a ghost to the ruined temple, but found that the ruined temple had already been repaired. Beside the ruined temple, the flowers and plants in front of several tombs are flourishing.

Walking to the oldest tomb, Shi Yu looked at the words on the tombstone, his expression still in a daze.

Obviously when she left, grandpa was still able to laugh, why is it just a dry grave now.

Fingertips couldn't help stroking the handwriting on the tombstone, Shi Yu finally gradually understood what she had missed.

Tears came out of the eyes involuntarily, falling drop by drop on the green brick with green moss growing on it. But behind her, the weather that was still high in the clear sky was suddenly surging with black clouds over the city.

The gust of wind howled and blew, and the doors and windows of thousands of families made loud noises. Immediately afterwards, the torrential rain came without warning, hitting the faces of pedestrians with pain. The whole Qingshan City is like a monster that is about to run away, and it is about to turn this world upside down.

"It was a fine day just now, why is it raining so much all of a sudden... Oh, it hurts! Is it rain or a knife!"

As soon as Feng Luo stepped into this green mountain city, he felt as if he had instantly entered the snowy sky from the warm spring in March. He looked up at the dark clouds gathering above him, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

Could it be that something is crossing the catastrophe?