snow wolf ballad

On January 1, there was light rain, the sky was heavy with lead clouds, the raindrops were pattering, and the dampness was cold and penetrating.At twelve noon, Lu Zhiyao woke up from a chaotic dream with a splitting headache.She fell asleep at almost five o'clock this morning. She had slept for seven hours without closing her eyes for two days and three nights, but she couldn't escape being awakened by a nightmare after all.

Fortunately, Xue Yang's warm fingers immediately pressed her temples, a warm current permeated into her mind through the temples, and the headache was relieved immediately.She was lying beside her, whispering in her ear:

"Are you awake? Get up and wash up. After lunch, we'll go to the funeral home."

"Ah."

At this moment, Lu Zhiyao suddenly wanted to cry.She turned sideways and buried her head in Xue Yang's arms.

"What's the matter?" Xue Yang's gentle voice sounded through his chest, sounding a bit muffled.

"It's nothing..." Lu Zhiyao whispered, then raised his face, hooked Xue Yang's neck, pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips, and said blushingly:

"It's so kind of you."

Xue Yang smiled, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, lowered his head, touched her forehead, kissed the tip of her nose, and said with a smile:

"Little princess, let's get up."

Little princess... This is the first time Xueyang called her like that, and while Lu Zhiyao felt a little surprised, he was also full of shyness.This kind of extremely pampering title makes Lu Zhiyao feel as sweet as falling into honey.Although she knew, perhaps this nickname belonged to Yan Ji, because she was a genuine princess.But she also understands that she should be Yao Ji, and she will no longer be jealous like before.

After getting up, washing up, and having lunch, Lu Zhiyao changed into black clothes, and Xue Yang, who always liked white, also put on a black suit for the first time, making her taller and taller.She tied up her silver hair and put on a pair of black sunglasses, covering her gentle and deep dark green pupils.The whole person looks like a European and American, not at all like a big monster who has lived in China for thousands of years.

Today is a small memorial service and cremation ceremony. Two days later, it will be the burial day. Xueyang has helped Lu Zhiyao find the cemetery. It is an excellent yin house.

The killing of Lu Ziyuan's family has been classified as a first-class confidential case and cannot be made public.Therefore, this memorial service is only a very small range of insiders, plus some invited relatives with other surnames to attend.To the outside world, the common people only know that the biggest owner of Gusu City, the Lu family, died in an accident.The common people didn't know that there were actually two people left in the Lu family, one was a vicious murderer, and the other was an orphan girl who had been well protected since she was a child.

Lu Zhifeng had a weird temper and a sinister heart since he was a child. Lu Ziyuan didn't like this son and cared little about him.Lu Ziyuan is different from those dandies, he doesn't spend time and money, doesn't spend money like water, and doesn't bully others. He is very low-key, so low-key that even the closest family members don't know what he is researching all day long.Lu Ziyuan seldom mentioned the son of himself and his ex-wife in front of outsiders, so few outsiders knew of Lu Zhifeng's existence.This is even more so for Lu Zhiyao. Because of Lu Ziyuan's master Zhang Deyichang's exhortation, he has concealed the existence of this niece since Lu Zhiyao was very young.Basically, not many people know his kinship with Lu Zhiyao.

Therefore, the appearance of Lu Zhiyao at the memorial service really surprised people. It turned out that there was still such a girl in the Lu family.It's a pity that since then, there is only one seedling and a girl, and the once prosperous Gusu Lu family can be regarded as completely defeated.

It is also ironic to say that such a big family should not have fallen so quickly.Just say that 20 years ago, there were still two brothers Lu Ziyuan and Lu Zilin (father of Lu Zhiyao) supporting them, and they could continue to prosper for decades at least.But just in the past 20 years, suffering consecutive bad luck is like being targeted by the god of death.I don't know if I got into some evil, it's really bad luck.

With such gossip, the people who came to the memorial service didn't say anything on the surface, but they talked about it in private.Lu Zhiyao turned a deaf ear to this, and just tried her best to handle trivial funeral affairs for her only third relative.

Funeral matters are really the most exhausting tasks in the world, if not for Xue Yang's help, Lu Zhiyao doesn't know if he can handle everything well.After the corpses of uncles, aunts and cousins ​​were cremated, the ashes were temporarily stored in the funeral home.Next, is the processing of wills and relics.The eldest uncle seemed to have foreseen the day when he would die unexpectedly, so he made a will early on.However, he never expected that his wife and his beloved little daughter would leave with him.Therefore, in his will, most of the inheritance was left to his wife and youngest daughter, and the property left to his eldest son was not even as good as that left to his niece, Lu Zhiyao.It's just that all this property now ironically belongs to Lu Zhiyao.

The uncle owns three properties, including two villas and one apartment.The three private cars are not super luxury cars, but they are also high-end cars.With more than 600 million savings, it can be seen that the uncle is not a corrupt official, but he is not really clean either.After Lu Zhiyao took over the inheritance, he decided to sell all the real estate and vehicles and merge them with 600 million yuan to establish a charity fund to help the disabled after the accident.

The injustice of this life will be repaid in the next life, Lu Zhiyao only hopes to accumulate good virtues for his uncle, aunt and cousins, and hope that they will have a good pregnancy in the next life, live a long life, and be free from disasters and disasters.Although Xueyang told her long ago that there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, thinking about doing this is still an indispensable inheritance of tradition as a descendant of China. At least, it can also give the living a little psychological comfort.

As for relics, those that could be sold were also sold, and those that did not work were either given away or disposed of as garbage.It’s just that Lu Zhiyao still found a yellowed and old booklet that his uncle hid in the bedside cabinet. The writing in the pen was in his uncle’s handwriting. Uncle's own heartfelt words.

The last record stays at the time when Lu Zhiyao met his uncle in Songhu a few days ago.

[I haven't watched Yao'er for a few years, but when I saw it in Songhu this time, I suddenly realized that the timid little girl back then has really grown into a big girl.It's just that the appearance of her left in my impression is still that of a little girl.Master, looking at Yao'er sitting next to Xuelang Shangshen, I think my task has really been completed. At first, I took it as a task to complete it. Looking back on the past ten years, I have made such a small girl Growing up, perhaps the words "complete the task" cannot be summed up.However, I have always been unwilling to admit it in my heart, because I was at a loss for my brother's sudden death, and I always had a kind of resistance to the arrival of this girl.Maybe it's because I still don't want to accept my brother leaving at such a young age.Of course, Master's prophecy has always been a big stone in my heart. I used to think that rumors were ominous signs for a long time.

Of course, I still think so now.Yao'er doesn't look much like her parents. Although her brother and sister-in-law are both outstanding in appearance, it is impossible for them to give birth to such a peerless girl.Although Yao'er's facial features bear the shadows of her brother and sister-in-law, her appearance is almost like a goddess in myths and legends, giving people the illusion that she is not human.This may be one of the reasons why it has been difficult to feel close to her for so many years.

But after experiencing the scene where Yao'er was kidnapped in front of my eyes in Songhu, I suddenly understood one thing, how precious it is for a family to be together.Even if it is unknown, those are my relatives, and we have the same blood in our veins.I think that when Yao'er was born, I was the first to hug her, and even my younger brother was behind me.Seeing Yao'er's slim appearance now, she felt sad but felt guilty.

Alas, when people are old, the past is always passing by before their eyes, so I like to think about the past.Speaking of which, Yao'er is really my half daughter, but we are not much better than strangers now.I don't know if I can make up for the psychological damage I caused to Yao'er back then, maybe I won't see her acting like a baby to me again in my lifetime. 】

After writing here, the rambling handwriting stopped.Wearing pajamas, wearing reading glasses, sitting on the head of the bed, holding an old-fashioned pen and writing earnestly, the appearance of the uncle seemed to be in front of his eyes, but gradually blurred in tears. "Pa-ta", big drops of tears fell on the last handwriting of the uncle, blurring the pen and ink.Lu Zhiyao thought she wouldn't be so sad, but she found out that she was wrong.

On January 1, the rain that lasted for two days still did not stop, and today it developed into heavy rain.In the cemetery in the southern suburbs, Xueyang, wearing a dark woolen coat, stood beside Lu Zhiyao, who was squatting in front of the tombstone, with a large black umbrella. The umbrella firmly covered Lu Zhiyao's body. There is no shelter on the top of his head.But the raindrops couldn't get on her body. In fact, there were no raindrops on Lu Zhiyao's body. When the raindrops fell a few centimeters away from her body, they disappeared, as if there was an invisible insulating space around her.Of course, this is Xueyang's power, this umbrella is just to cover up people's eyes and ears.

The people who came to the funeral had already left, and only the two of them were still in front of the tomb.Lu Zhiyao clasped his hands together, and said the last words to Lu's tomb:

"Xiaolin, my sister will often cook delicious and fun things for you. I hope you will not be bored down here. Auntie, Yao'er has never been filial to you. Although you may not like Yao'er, Yao'er will still come here often Sweeping the grave for you. Uncle, thank you for your many years of nurturing, forgive Yan'er for being ignorant in the past, Yao'er didn't understand you, never understood, and now understands, but...it's too late..." Speaking of this, Lu Zhi Ruo choked up and couldn't continue.She could only stand up, bowed deeply to the tombstone, and let the tears mixed with the rain drip down on the blue brick floor.

Xueyang stood quietly by the side, without words or comfort, because she knew that Lu Zhiyao didn't need those empty words of comfort at the moment, all she needed was to feel the pain silently, understand some truths silently, and grow silently.It was enough for him to be quietly by her side.

"Da...dingling...da...dingling" In the torrential rain, a series of strange voices came clearly. Xueyang frowned and turned to look at the source of the sound. At the other end, two figures came.One of them was holding a long stick in his hand. Looking carefully, he found that it was a strange-looking tin staff.If you look closely at the stick man, it's even weirder.I saw that this person had long black hair that almost fell to the ground, a bamboo hat on his head, and strange black and white clothes that looked like a monk's robe or a priest's robe.What's even more strange is that this person is wearing a weird mask, which seems to be the face in the play.Xue Yang has a certain degree of research on drama, and he can tell that this facial makeup is that of Doumu Yuanjun in Taoism.Because she couldn't see her face clearly, Xue Yang could barely tell that her gender was female, and the rain didn't touch her body either. Stem, white smoke curling from the pipe.

As soon as this person came, an extremely dangerous feeling arose in Xue Yang's heart, and every cell in his body began to be vigilant.She stepped in front of Lu Zhiyao in two steps and blocked her behind.

Lu Zhiyao also looked suspiciously. Apart from seeing this strange person, she also noticed another person beside him. That person was wearing a navy blue sweater, a pair of classic jeans, and a pair of herringbone shoes on his feet. Dragging, showing blue toes.The hood covered his face, and it was pitch black.He is tall and tall, with a black air all over his body, and the shadows under his feet are long and short, very strange.

The two of them stamped their feet five meters in front of Xueyang, and the woman wearing Doumu Yuanjun's facial mask spoke with a cold and sinister voice, which was extremely terrifying:

"I didn't expect... to meet the Snow Wolf God here. Ah Feng, it doesn't seem like a good day for you to choose today to worship your relatives."

"Hehehehe..." The hooded man let out a weird laugh, and he pulled down the hood covering his head, revealing a pale and bluish cheek, and dark circles around his eyes, which is not like ordinary people can have. .He has a handsome face, but his expression is very strange. When he smiles, his yellow teeth are extremely dazzling, which completely destroys his handsome facial features, making him look ugly and sinister.

"Calculating the time, it's time for my dear father and stepmother and stepsister to be buried. My lovely cousin will naturally have to take care of the funeral. Come here, I will definitely see her."

"Lu Zhifeng..." Lu Zhiyao's face turned pale for an instant.