love is not allowed in hell

A good day begins with life.

But the work of the police is generally not a good job.

Xie Weixian picked up the phone, learned the details from the caller's eager tone, and rushed over - it's actually not a big deal, it's just a very common thief incident.

Five minutes ago, in a certain vegetable market, a young man stole a young girl's mobile phone, but was caught by an uncle on the spot.

The thief was caught on the spot, but in the face of solid evidence, he firmly denied it. So, after a quarrel, the uncle felt that he couldn't understand the truth with the bastard, so he threw the thief over his shoulder and threw the thief to the ground. .

Then, he teamed up with a group of enthusiastic people and pushed the thief to the ground.

Then, they called the police.

When Xie Weixian and his colleagues from the police station arrived at the scene, the thief was still pinned to the ground, and seemed to be about to die.

The girl whose wallet was stolen was very indignant, she was pointing at the thief on the ground and yelling, turned her head and saw the police coming, and immediately shouted angrily at Xie Weixian: "Uncle Policeman!! Steal this phone from me quickly!" Grab those stinky idiots!!"

The corners of Xie Weixian's mouth twitched.

Xie Weixian is only 27, and he is about to be called an uncle—at least from a physiological point of view, he is 27.

But if you start from the perspective of objective facts, it is really a big profit for him to be called an uncle at an age of more than 2000 years.

Xie Weixian sighed, and turned back to ask his colleagues to turn the thief who was pinned to the ground to the police car, then turned around and said, "That girl, let me take you some time, go back and make an appointment with me." record."

The girl was still a little angry, and was pouring water to relieve her hatred.After hearing this, she puffed her cheeks and nodded to Xie Weixian a few times, saying OK.

Xie Weixian clenched his fist and tapped lightly on the back of his neck. After pondering for a moment, he said: "The uncle who was the first to find him stealing from you just mentioned, he has to follow along."

Among the crowd, one person heard the words and said: "The uncle, he left when you just came."

Xie Weixian: "..."

He couldn't help covering his face, thinking that his mother is an old man with deep merit and fame.

Fortunately, there is true love in the world. Seeing his embarrassment, another vegetable vendor came up and said, "Hey comrade policeman, don't worry, I know him, I'll call him and call him return?"

"Success." Xie Weixian nodded to her and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Hey, no trouble no trouble!"

The peddler waved at him with a grin, and turned to make a phone call.

"However, this uncle is really enthusiastic now." The little policeman who came with Xie Weixian poked his head out of the car window and said with his chin resting, "It's true that there is true love in the world, and the quality of the people has improved significantly."

"Yes, it's quite sturdy." Xie Weixian also said, "It's good enough to throw the thief to the ground."

The old man didn't seem to be out of the vegetable market yet, but he came after a while.

Xie Weixian saw him in the crowd.

The moment he saw this brave man, a string in his brain snapped and broke.

Xie Wenyue's face in his dream gradually overlapped with the face of the uncle walking towards him in front of him, and the rustling tree shadows in his dream also gradually overlapped with the sound of fireworks in the modern world.

There were many people around, but everyone seemed to slow down, only Xie Wenyue was walking towards him steadily step by step.

He straightened his back, like a pine tree towering above the sky.

Although most of his hair was gray, and his long hair was short and modern, Xie Weixian still recognized him at a glance.

That's Xie Wenyue, absolutely.

Xie Wenyue walked towards him slowly like that, and then stood in front of him.

With a straight face, he looked Xie Weixian up and down, for some reason, there seemed to be some approval and relief in his eyes.

Then, he nodded to Xie Weixian: "Hello, comrade policeman."

Xie Weixian: "..."

Xie Weixian couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The little policeman sitting in the driver's seat was also stunned. After a while, he murmured: "It seems..."

As soon as he spoke, Xie Weixian was brought back to his senses.He froze for a moment, turned his head and said, "What?"

"You." The little policeman said, "Brother Xian, you look a bit like this uncle."

Xie Weixian: "..."

That fucking must be like it! ! !

Xie Weixian cursed in his heart, but he didn't say anything in the end, he just sighed and wiped his face, turned his head away from the face and opened the back seat door, and said to him without raising his head: "Come on, you Get in the car first."

Xie Wenyue didn't say anything, and went straight into the car.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the thief who had just been thrown to the ground by him was huddled on the other side of the car as if closed to himself.

When the thief saw him getting into the car, he gave him a hard look.

Xie Wenyue still didn't say anything even though he was stared at. He quietly got next to the thief and sat down.

After Xie Wenyue got into the car, Xie Weixian closed the door, then took two steps forward, and said to the little policeman who was driving in the front seat: "Go back first, I'll go somewhere."

The little policeman was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Can you take care of it?"

Small police:"……"

The little policeman was about to say "Okay then", but before he could say anything, Xie Wenyue, who was sitting in the back seat, said, "Come up for me."

Xie Weixian: "..."

Small police:"……"

In an instant, the air fell into a strange silence.

"Come up." Xie Wenyue said again, "Either you come up, or I will follow you down."

Xie Weixian: "...You have to rely on me, right?"

"Yes, I don't think this policeman is reliable."

Small police:"……"

Xie Weixian couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and muttered: "Damn old man, your words are so fucking ugly."

The old man sitting in the back seat frowned.

The little policeman was about to go crazy with fright, and hurriedly said: "Brother Xian! I heard it! He heard it!! Keep your voice down!! You, you, you, you, you, apologize!!"

"I heard it when I heard it." Xie Weixian muttered nonchalantly, "Damn old man, it's very annoying."

Having said that, Xie Weixian still opened the car door obediently, and sat down in a fit of anger.

A son always has an instinct to listen to his father.

The car was a confined space, and as soon as Xie Weixian entered, he could smell the alcohol surrounding Xie Wenyue's body.

He couldn't help frowning, and only then did he realize that after 2000 years, he died and came back to life, and the resentment towards his father still exists in his heart.

He didn't care what Xie Wenyue would think, or whether he understood it or not, so he rolled down the car window and cursed softly: "Drinking again."

Xie Wenyue gave him a sidelong glance, and replied: "You really care too much."

The weird atmosphere in the air made the little policeman who was the driver a little ashamed, and he was very confused. He wiped his face embarrassingly, and then started the car embarrassingly.

After returning to the police station, the little policeman left the two people in the car who needed to take notes to Xie Weixian, and hurriedly escorted the thief away, seeing that he had had enough of the weird atmosphere in the car, and wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away.

Xie Weixian didn't care, and led the two into the police station.

The girl wore earphones from the moment she got in the car, and was directly immersed in her own world, without knowing what happened from the beginning to the end.

Her transcript was easy to do, Xie Weixian was very filial and left his father outside, and after finishing the transcript for the girl, he sent her out.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Xie Wenyue who was waiting on the bench outside with quite a headache.

Xie Wenyue has not changed, he still likes to drink, and he still has the shadow of a famous family in his previous life in every gesture.When I sit on the bench, I also remember to cross my legs, and sit upright, with an upright posture, very aristocratic.

Xie Weixian only felt troublesome, couldn't help sighing, and called him: "Hello."

Xie Wenyue looked up at him.

"I'm taking notes, come in." Xie Weixian said, "Get it done early."

Xie Wenyue was very receptive, stood up and followed Xie Weixian into the room.

"Name."

"Qin Yu, Yu of Huo Hitachi."

"age."

"57."

"identity number."

"See for yourself."

While talking, Xie Wenyue took out his ID card from his pocket and threw it on the table.

The ID card just spun on the table and flew to Xie Weixian.

Xie Weixian glanced at Xie Wenyue.

The movements of the two of them are surprisingly consistent now, both leaning on the chair with their legs crossed - this seems to be the ancestral posture of the old Xie family.

After realizing this, Xie Weixian couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and the weird rebellious psychology came up again, so he silently-changed his legs and raised his legs.

Xie Wenyue suddenly laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Xie Weixian glared at him and said, "Be serious, this is the police station."

"I haven't violated the law."

Xie Weixian rolled his eyes at him, took the ID card on the table, and copied down the row of numbers.

He also changed his surname to Qin.

Xie Weixian glanced at his name, then started to pick the bones from the egg again, thinking of ways to scold his father.

Forgotten old stuff.

he thinks.

Xie Wenyue's transcript was also done very quickly, within half an hour, Xie Weixian also sent him out.

"Drink less after you go home." Xie Weixian said to him at the door, "Is that thing good? I don't know what to do?"

"You really control a lot, I like to drink. Seniors and children are orderly, and you don't need to control me." Xie Wenyue also said, "By the way, do you have to send me home?"

Xie Weixian was extremely indifferent: "There is a bus at the door."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked into the police station.But as soon as he turned sideways, he heard Xie Wenyue helplessly laugh: "You hate me so much?"

Xie Weixian: "..."

Xie Weixian paused and remained silent.

He remembered the letter.

After Xie Wenyue's death, he finished his filial piety and returned to the Hou's mansion.

The old butler of the Hou Mansion packed up all Xie Wenyue's things, saying that he was afraid that he would think about others when he saw things, so he packed them all into a room for him.If it still needs to be taken out, then these servants will put it on for him again.

Xie Weixian was silent for a long time, not knowing what to do.After standing there for a while, he said absently, forget it, I'll talk about it later, I'll go and have a look.

He went to have a look.

Old Hou Ye had a lot of things, and it was very late at night, so Xie Weixian knelt on the ground and took all the relics out of the box.

Old Hou Ye died suddenly, and he didn't even have time to write anything for him before he died, so there was no suicide note.Xie Weixian knew this, so he didn't expect the old Hou Ye to leave him anything.

Unexpectedly, he found a letter, which also said to my son.

Xie Weixian was a little surprised, just holding it like that, and was stunned in that dark night.

He knelt on the ground, and after a long, long pause, he opened the letter paper.

Too much time passed, Xie Weixian couldn't remember exactly what was written in the letter.I just remember that at the beginning of the letter, Old Master Xie wrote—"To my son, seeing a letter is like meeting you, and you will feel comfortable when you show your letter."

But in the next line, Old Master Xie said again: "But you have a stinky face since you were a child, and you still look like me, and your Shu Yan is not good-looking, so let's forget it."

The first two lines are really irritating, and they don't seem like what the old Hou Ye would say, so Xie Weixian remembers them very clearly.

That letter was not a suicide note, it seemed that the old master had written it a long, long time ago. It looked like he had always wanted to send it to Saibei, but for some reason, he never sent it.

The writing in the letter was a bit harsh. It seemed that Old Master Xie wanted to care about him, but he also knew that his position in his son's heart was not very good, so he didn't know how to care.

Old Master Xie said in the letter that the tree at the gate was actually given to Xie's family by a generation of emperors a long time ago. Xie's family is a treasure land of geomantic omen.

Old Master Xie said that this tree should be cherished, and outsiders have already regarded it as a symbol of Xie's family.

Old Master Xie also said that he dreamed of Xie Weixian's mother a few days ago, and his mother pointed at his nose and scolded him for not caring. She said that the child was suffering from the cold in Saibei, while the father was having a good time in the capital.

Old Master Xie also said that the commander of the border army came back to Beijing to meet him last time. He said that the soldiers in Saibei used to drink and eat spicy food to keep warm. You don’t know how to drink, are you dumbfounded?

The letter was eloquent and long, and Old Master Xie didn't mention anything about the father and son, but he said silently between the lines, come back.

Xie Weixian came back, but he was not called back by this letter.

He was called back by the death of Lord Hou.

Xie Weixian's hatred for the old Hou Ye changed the moment he heard that he died, and with such a letter, he immediately began to waver.

Old Hou Ye is a bastard, he is sorry for his late wife, he spends his time at home, and he hurts his children.

But he really cared about Xie Weixian deep in his heart, he felt sorry for him, and felt guilty for him... although he didn't show it.

After realizing this, Xie Weixian's pure hatred for him became chaotic in an instant.

He thought of the old Hou Ye who used to protect him in front of people, even in court, bought clothes and birthday banquets for him, stayed by his bedside when he was sick, and touched his forehead with concern— —Although the body smells of wine.

Love and hate in people's hearts can never be distinguished into black and white, and it is always difficult to let go.

Xie Weixian couldn't forgive him, but he couldn't hate him either.

Facing Xie Wenyue in the past—and now Qin Yu, he was silent for a long time, and then said: "Anyway, I don't want you to be my father anymore."

He knew Xie Wenyue too well, he could understand every word and deed of this person since he met him.

Xie Wenyue must remember.

Sure enough, Xie Wenyue sneered and said, "I guess so."

Xie Weixian rolled his eyes at him.

"You have a reason to hate me, and I'm not a very competent father." Xie Wenyue said, "But seeing that you are so prosperous now, I feel relieved."

"I also met Ah Que in my life, married her, and reflected on it a lot. I know that I was not a good person in the past. I spent my life and spent my life. I'm sorry for you and for her, so of course, I don't have the qualifications to be forgiven... ...I still have this point in my heart."

Ah Que is Xie Weixian's biological mother.

... Sure enough, everything that should be encountered will always be encountered.

Xie Weixian frowned, feeling a little delicate in his heart.

Xie Wenyue said again: "But of course, you little bastard doesn't make people feel at ease. In order to protect you, I kowtowed to that idiot emperor in my previous life and nearly died."

Xie Weixian: "..."

Xie Weixian pouted.

"I don't know how you remembered it."

While muttering, Xie Weixian remembered that Black and White Impermanence told him that Yao Chengluo remembered that it was because he made a request to them and paid the price for it.

...That won't be Xie Wenyue is also for him...

Thinking of this, Xie Weixian couldn't help asking: "You won't..."

Ordinary people are not allowed to talk about going to hell at will, Xie Weixian didn't dare to ask too obvious, so he could only ask here hesitantly.

But as smart as Xie Wenyue, he already understood what he was going to ask, so he snorted coldly and said, "You don't care how I remembered it, just take care of your own one-third of an acre of land, and don't worry about your old man's mess. In short, if you finally come out, you can get along with that one for a hundred years."

Xie Wenyue waved to him while talking, and said, "Goodbye, I'm going home by bus."

As he spoke, he turned his head and walked away.

Xie Wenyue's back was tall and stalwart when he walked away, and in a daze, Xie Weixian seemed to see him walking out of the door wearing the cloak of the commander of the imperial army, and the cloak was rustling.

At that time, it was different from today, the shadow of Xie's big tree was rustling, it was early summer, and the tree was in full bloom.

Xie Weixian looked at his back, was silent for a while, then called out mysteriously: "Stop!"

Xie Wenyue stopped and turned around.

"..." Xie Weixian was silent for a moment, pouted towards the police car next to him, and said awkwardly: "Get in the car."

Xie Wenyue was stunned for a moment.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

He said, "I've been drinking."

Xie Weixian rolled his eyes: "There's so much fucking nonsense."

As he spoke, he walked down the steps at the door, ready to walk towards the police car.

After walking down a few steps, Xie Weixian said again: "By the way, what I said was not to be your son, and I didn't say that I didn't see you. Being your son's mother is simply shortening my life. I still have my life to live with my partner." Woolen cloth."

Xie Wenyue laughed it off.

He seldom smiled, much less so openly and happily.

The cold wind was howling all over the body, and the wind rolled the dead leaves and whizzed past.

Xie Weixian will probably never know that Xie Wenyue once made a deal with Black and White Wuchang in hell.

He paid a price to get back his memory, and that price was suffering from the reincarnation of the eighth life.

But before entering the samsara to suffer, Xie Wenyue came to send his black and white impermanence together and said: "The power of hell is not a good thing."

Heiwuchang nodded: "It's really not a fun thing."

"Really." Xie Wenyue knew this early on, so he smacked his lips twice, sighed again, and said, "Then if I pay a little more, can I make that ability treat him better?...just be special to him Especially good, the kind that won’t hurt him at all.”

Black and white Wuchang was stunned for a moment, and after looking at each other for a while, Bai Wuchang turned his head and said, "It is possible, but old man, the price is quite high..."

"I know that I have to pay a price. You just let me reincarnate until he can get out of hell. I will recognize what reincarnation is."

"But of course, when he gets out of hell at that time, you can find an excuse for him to explain this to him, so as not to make him suspicious."

Xie Wenyue raised his hand while talking, and after waving at them twice, he turned his head and walked up the Naihe Bridge without looking back.

"No way, my son is seriously suspicious." The old man laughed hoarsely, and said, "This is a worthless brat, I'll leave it to you."

There was a thick white mist on the Naihe Bridge, and the figure of the old general quickly disappeared into the mist.

Now that the cold wind is blowing, Xie Weixian and Xie Wenyue looked at each other and slowly approached.

But Xie Wenyue suddenly stopped slowly.In a daze, he seemed to see a big tree, which was between him and Xie Weixian, blooming lushly in the twelfth lunar month of winter, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Xie Weixian seemed to have seen it too, he also stopped and raised his head.

The leaves of the big tree fluttered and fell, and they were full of eyes.

It was a tree given to the Xie family by a certain generation of emperors. It is a symbol of the Xie family. It has watched countless Xie family members grow up and grow old.

Likewise, it also watched them reunite.

The author has something to say: the fate of father and son, the fate of afterlife (not