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Murder in the Mist Chapter 65 Entrustment

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    Today's weather is not as clear and sunny as the previous few days. Even though it is cold, there is a kind of clear and cheerful feeling.  It had been gloomy all morning, and when I went up the mountain, it was finally drizzling.  After walking for a short distance, my new coat in the morning was already so moist that water could squeeze out of it.  I can¡¯t tell what my mood is. I just feel that the day is depressingly yellow, and there is also a kind of vast yellow. Will the mountains on the other side be snowing again?  It is not uncommon to see snow and sunshine at the same time in the Qinling Mountains. I still remember the shock of seeing the rolling mountains half first snow and half green when I was a child.  The road is not difficult to walk all the way up the mountain. Wangxian Village has existed here for thousands of years. Villagers who occasionally have free time have already built a stone road on the top of this hill. As time goes by, the road has also been repaired, but it has a sense of time.  The sense of vicissitudes of life, combined with the mountain scenery, is really a unique scenery.  My current mood is not in the nature of admiring the scenery. In fact, I have never been to this unknown mountain a few times. There are too many things to do. My time in this village is limited. How can I have such a mood of admiring the scenery?  ?  The top of the mountain is not high, and according to my walking distance, it only takes seven or eight minutes.  However, the feeling of not daring to face it and being afraid of the consequences made me stop and go all the way. It has been more than ten minutes since I reached the top of the mountain.  By this time, the rain had become a little heavier, and it changed from a silent and dense rain to a pattering, filling my ears. I stopped ten meters away from the big pavilion on the top of the mountain.  This hilltop was not originally flat land, but people from Wangxian Village loved to come here to enjoy the view. Generations of repairs have turned this place into a fairly small flat top. There is a small flat top at the edge of the flat top.  The pavilion I'm talking about.  It is not the common pavilion style we see, but is full of primitive simplicity. Layers of thatch build a thick roof, and a few rough and uncarved stone pillars support the large roof. In the middle  There is also a fire pit, which is used for enjoying the snow in winter and keeping warm. If the wind is strong, the thick animal skin felt rolled up around the pavilion can be put down and the fire pit is lit. It is very warm. There is really nothing else.  A place where you can enjoy the snow and the clear sky.  "It's like the style of a primitive tribe. It's just that that period of history seems to have been lost, and there is very little evidence of its existence. I'm curious about what happened during those years?" I come here very rarely.  The only two times he came up with the Child Emperor were about the demon hunter Wangxian Village. The Child Emperor had this comment about this place.  At that time, I didn't take it to heart very much, but now, I can't help but think about it, or think about some insignificant things, which can dilute my sadness at the moment, and face Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin as calmly as possible.  It affects their sadness.  "Now that I'm here, why are you standing there stupidly? Isn't the rain cold?" The first person who saw me was Uncle Xin, who said hello nonchalantly, not like someone who was about to die, but like someone on an outing.  The tone of meeting an acquaintance.  I had no reason to run away from anything, so I responded and simply strode forward. Maybe it was the cold raindrops that chilled my moist eyes. At least I looked normal when I walked in front of Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin.  You can even call them "uncle" and "aunt" in a friendly and calm manner.  "Sit down and warm yourself by the fire. I see you are all wet. You are so reckless and don't know how to hold an umbrella." After I said hello, Aunt Xin pulled me to sit down, with an accusatory tone in her mouth.  Like greeting your own son.  "Okay." I sat down next to Uncle Xin, and the warmth from the fire immediately dispelled the coldness on my body.  Before I could say anything, Aunt Xin handed over an enamel cup with the words "Second place trophy in the 2018 basketball game" written on it. I opened it and the big leaf tea was brewed in it.  I quickly took a sip. This rough tea only had the taste of tea, but there was no delicate tea aroma. The aftertaste was full of bitterness, but it also had a strange kindliness.  Because when I was a kid, this was the kind of tea that was brewed in the big tea cup that my dad held.  In that era, life was like this, rough but full of charm. Being well fed and clothed was happiness.  Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin have been unintentionally bringing me into that era that has passed. There is a touch of sadness in remembering the past with them.  "Isn't the tea good? I have traveled all over the world in these years and drank too much good tea. It is not as good as that time when I could carry such a cup of coarse tea after a meal, go out for a walk, or watch TV." Uncle Xin glanced at me, and then  Turning over the pot on the fire pit, what was cooking inside was wild vegetable porridge. He took out a bowl and handed it to Aunt Xin.  "It tastes good, just like my dad's tea when I was a kid." I nodded and praised it generously, sincerely.  pastThey are all very good, because you can¡¯t buy back the past at any price, so naturally you cherish them very much.  "Haha, brat." Uncle Xin's tone became as friendly as Aunt Xin's to me. Then he filled another bowl of wild vegetable porridge and handed it to my hand: "Of course it tastes the same as your dad's tea. I  Your father and I were both workers at that time, and all we could drink was this kind of tea." After that, he continued: "Your aunt and I will be here for lunch, and you will have some as well."  Before she could say anything, Aunt Xin had already taken a sip of wild vegetable porridge and said with a smile: "This is the taste. In those years when life was not rich, your uncle and I often went to the wild to dig wild vegetables to supplement our lives."  Now, I want to drink some more of this wild vegetable porridge, but I can¡¯t find the fresh and juicy wild vegetables that I used to have. I really can¡¯t find such delicious wild vegetables in this mountain.¡±  After taking a sip, he breathed and said vaguely: "Not so much. When I was a child, my senior brother and master used to eat wild vegetables when I was in the sect. Living here in Wangxian Village, we often eat wild vegetables. I am used to it.  " Uncle Xin seemed to be very satisfied with Aunt Xin's compliment, and said to Aunt Xin a little flatteringly: "Doesn't this taste like the porridge we cooked back then? " Aunt Xin looked at Uncle Xin with a smile.  , without saying a word, I lowered my head and drank the porridge. It was obviously a peaceful and warm moment of happiness. What was the sadness that was surging in my heart?  I couldn't even speak, so I could only lower my head and drink porridge. Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin were talking and laughing. Of course, they were all about the past events. They sounded ordinary but interesting, and they were no different from ordinary people's lives.  Who would have thought that in such an ordinary family, the male head of the family was a fox demon, and that the youngest daughter at that time would be a celestial fox that would affect all parties in the future?  There was never any excitement in the first place. Behind all the excitement and extraordinaryness are a large number of ordinary days, and these ordinary days are the foundation of happiness, which never changes.  "Zheng Ling." I don't want to hear any last words or sad words. Even if you know the ending, who can guarantee that you won't escape at all before it comes?  So, when Uncle Xin suddenly stopped talking to Aunt Xin and called me with a bit of seriousness, my hand shook and the half bowl of porridge that was newly filled almost spilled out.  But I had no choice but to listen, and there was no room for escape. I could only pretend that nothing happened, put down the porridge bowl in my hand, and then squeezed out a heartless smile: "Uncle, what's the matter?" "I  My daughter has been handed over to you, and you still call me uncle?" Uncle Xin's words were partly meant as a joke, but his tone was extremely serious, not joking at all.  It finally came. I knew what Uncle Xin meant, but at this time, I couldn¡¯t speak. The meaning of this kind of tuogu¡¯s advice was obvious. I had a feeling that if I obeyed, the tragedy would begin.  I looked at Aunt Xin, but Aunt Xin didn¡¯t look at me. She just looked through the pavilion towards the rolling mountains. She was calm, distant and profound. I don¡¯t know what she was thinking about?  I couldn't avoid it. I thought that as a mother, Aunt Xin would be somewhat reserved and interrupt Uncle Xin, but she didn't mean that.  "Ye Zhengling." Uncle Xin called me, his tone became more and more serious. I didn't dare to look away, so I could only meet Uncle Xin's eyes.  His eyes were very calm, but solemn. It was a look that was about to be handed over. I don¡¯t think it would have been possible for a father to have such a look at the moment when he was handing over his daughter, because this kind of state of mind can only be seen by those who have a daughter.  Only a father can have it and understand it.  "Before, when we first met, you called me daddy, solicitously and shamelessly. Why don't you call me daddy now? Why? Is my daughter not worthy of you? Or do you think she is a monster and it affects you?  Is he the leader of the demon hunter?" At this point, Uncle Xin looked a little angry and almost yelled at me: "You still have someone else in your heart, and you dare not promise anything to me for the rest of your life.  "How is that possible?" I couldn't help but defend these words, because my love for Xin Yi is my destiny and my heart in this life. Even Uncle Xin couldn't let him question it, and I became serious:  "I am devoted to Xin Yi. I may not live long, I may die. But whether my life is long or short, the only person around me in this life will be Xin Yi. There will be no one else." Uncle Xin looked at him seriously.  Looking at me, I met Uncle Xin's gaze calmly.  After looking at it for a long time, Uncle Xin's brows gradually relaxed, and the eyes he looked at me changed from serious to gentle, and then he said: "Since ancient times, when a girl gets married, the one who sees her off is always a father.  That is a man's trust to entrust his most precious daughter to another man. I have no time and no way to hold my daughter's hand and hand her over to you in person. You see, today, it's in front of Xin and I.  For my aunt's sake, I solemnly entrust my daughter to you, okay??Think carefully before agreeing. After you agree, you will really spend your whole life, slowly making up for what I can't take care of, what I care about, and what I can't accomplish.  May I?  If possible, I will listen to you calling me dad today.  "
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