Depths of Old Memories of the Patriarch of Demonic Dao

Lan Wangji placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone.

It was a bouquet of lilac gentian flowers.

Those pale eyes revealed mourning.He squatted down halfway, and brushed the photo on the cold tombstone with his slender fingers like jade.

The young man in the photo has a bright smile and a handsome face.However, in his twenties, the rest of his life was buried in this small cemetery.

"Wei Ying..."

Lan Xichen watched his younger brother talking with Wei Wuxian from afar.

When Jiang Yanli's family came, Wei Wuxian's cemetery was already clean, and there was a bunch of gentian flowers in front of the monument.

"That Lan Er, it's really early." Jiang Cheng stabbed a few words, bent down and placed the chrysanthemum bouquet next to the gentian bouquet.

"The second gentleman from the Lan family comes early every year." Jiang Yanli squatted down and took out the porcelain bowl and spoon, poured the soup from the thermos into the porcelain bowl, and placed it in front of the stele.

After parking the car, Jin Zixuan led the toddler Jin Ling through the forest of steles.

"Axian, we are all fine, you have to live happily over there, but it's a pity that Mr. Lan Er..."

Jiang Yanli was chatting homely with Wei Wuxian, when she saw her husband bringing his son over, she waved for Jin Ling to come over.

"A-Xian, this is your nephew A-Ling. You have given him a name. You haven't seen him yet. A-Ling, come and say hello to Uncle." Jiang Yanli patted Jin Ling's head and pointed to the tombstone. Tell Jin Ling.

Jin Ling didn't know what this meant, but he vaguely knew that he had two uncles, and one uncle was sleeping here, so he called out childishly, "Big uncle."

"Mom, uncle... sleep..." Jin Ling pointed to Wei Wuxian's tombstone and said to Jiang Yanli.

"..." No one spoke for a while.

Childish words, in one sentence.

"Your uncle is dead and won't be coming back." Jiang Cheng's expression darkened slightly.

Jin Ling blinked his eyes. In his consciousness, he didn't know what "death" meant, but when he saw his uncle's expression, he was so frightened that his mouth shriveled and his eyes were about to cry.

"Jiang Cheng, what are you doing!" Jin Zixuan squatted down to comfort his son.

"...I'm sorry." Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and turned his head away.

Jiang Yanli took Xiao Jinling and left first.

"Wei Wuxian, don't worry, I will take good care of Ah Li...and Jiang Cheng." Jin Zixuan cast a sideways glance at Jiang Cheng, turned and left.

"..." It was rare for Jiang Cheng not to refute, he watched Jin Zixuan leave, and then turned to look at Wei Wuxian's tombstone.

"You brat." Jiang Cheng tilted his head and blinked his dry eyes.

"Okay. Lay in there once and for all. Such a big company, I take care of it alone, you agreed to come and carry forward the Jiang family with me, but in the end you left me alone in the company... as soon as it was dry for three years."

"You kid... Have you had enough of lying down? Have you had enough of lying down..." Jiang Cheng's voice became smaller and smaller, then he smiled self-deprecatingly, turned and left.

Leaning against the tree is a man in a black coat, hat, mask, and sunglasses, holding a pink peony in his hand.

The man leaned there, then searched for a path, and stopped in front of a tombstone.

He was the third team to come here.

But he didn't come to pay homage to the dead.

The young man put the pink peony on top of the tombstone, and took out a black recording pen from the gentian bouquet.

"It's so stupid, no one recognizes me anyway." The young man smiled, pressed the save button of the recorder, and raised his hand to take off his tight disguise.

He knelt down and flicked the photo on the tombstone with his fingers.

"I really didn't expect that there are so many people who came to see me."

The young man probably hadn't seen the sun for a long time, his complexion had a morbid paleness, and he spoke strange words. His delicate and handsome face bore no resemblance to the photo on the tombstone.

Only the smile on his lips was vivid.

Not far away, a pair of clear eyes had a panoramic view of the young man's every move, and the pupils were gradually covered with icy coldness.

The young man listened to the content of the recorder, and was still in a period of silence. He unconsciously stared at the bowl of pork rib soup that was overflowing with fragrance. The young man coughed twice and looked away.

This turns the problem.He looked sideways, and saw a few wild dogs attracted by the broth slowly pacing over with grinning teeth.

In an instant, the young man's face turned pale, his back felt chilly, and he was so frightened that he held up the recording pen and said tremblingly to the dogs: "I...I warn you...don't..."

However, such words did not pose any threat to the unintelligible beasts, and those wild dogs wanted to pounce on them even more viciously.

Fear exploded in his scalp, the young man turned around, and was about to run, but bumped into someone head-on.

Unaware of whoever was coming, the young man subconsciously climbed on all fours and hugged the person in front of him, shouting, "Help!! Yes! Dog...!!"

The man froze, and the icy aura around him made the group of beasts hesitate and back away.

"Let's go." The man's voice was cold and convincing.

"Really...Really?" The young man opened his eyes cautiously, but still didn't dare to turn his head.

"Ah."

The young man was moved by the affirmative tone, and turned his head away. Those wild dogs had long since disappeared. Only then did he see clearly that the person he was holding was staring at him with a hostile expression, and quickly let go and jumped back to the ground, as if nothing had happened. People like to say: "Ah ha ha ha thank you blue@#... big brother! I'll go first!"

Every word and deed is like that person.

Lan Wangji came back to his senses, the young man had already run away, he looked at the young man's back, raised his hand, and there was a black recording pen in his empty hand.