Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The move was postponed.

Cheng Ying didn't say anything to her, just said that the store was too busy and he couldn't get away these days and was not at home all day.

Three days later, he actually offered to go with her to see the grave.

Jingzhi's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the ceramic cup in her hand. "Are you...are you sure?"

Although it was just an unnecessary question, she already had the answer in her heart.

However, if he sees the corpse of his previous life at that time, I wonder how he will react.

【Go. 】

Cheng Ying came over and sat down, gently holding her hand and looking at her belly. [This is a special period.]

Jingzhi sighed softly, tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder.

It is impossible to say that I am not entangled.

The little turtle has always respected them, and he knows with his toes that he must have erected a tombstone for him.

If Cheng Ying saw this, he would definitely get stuck in a dead end again.

……

Two days later.

They finally arrived here after trekking through mountains and rivers.

Jingzhi guessed correctly that the tomb dug by Fatty and his friends was a cenotaph.

Jingzhi tried several times to get Cheng Ying away so that she could go find the real tomb nearby by herself, but Cheng Ying was afraid that she would sprain her ankle while walking on the mountain road, so he never left her side.

There was no other way, so she had to give him a shot of adrenaline in advance, "Xiaoying, you know I'm not a human, right?"

The temperature on the mountain was low, and Cheng Ying was rubbing her hands, worried that she would get cold. When he heard her say this, he looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes, "I know."

"Well... after living this long, there will always be one or two relatives..."

Cheng Ying knew what she wanted to say.

Ever since she gave him those wonderful barriers and the pinky ring, he actually had a vague premonition in his heart.

These things should be related to her ancestor, maybe he was a powerful one?

[Just relatives?] Aren’t they gods?

She was stunned, looked away, and said awkwardly:

"Um, that's also... that... my lover."

The mosquito-sized sound was blown away by a gust of wind.

Cheng Ying didn't know if he heard her or not, but he hurried over, took off his coat, and put it on her. "Then let's go find the real tomb and burn some incense."

If he really just wanted to burn some incense, she wouldn't have let him bring a shovel.

……

After walking around the fake tomb that had been turned upside down after it collapsed, they walked only two hundred meters and saw a grave covered with weeds.

A huge stone tablet stood in front of him.

Jingzhi, who had sharp eyes, could even see the words engraved on the tombstone.

Her name, and Zhu Jiu, the name of the thatched cottage.

Before the person even got close, Jingzhi stopped and said, "Promise me, don't be angry when you see something later. I will explain it to you later."

【……Oh. 】

The pregnant wife is the boss, whatever she says goes.

After a while, Cheng Ying no longer thought so.

At this moment, he wished he were illiterate. He couldn't speak to begin with, and now he couldn't even lip read clearly.

[You...they...what's your relationship?!]

[This is a couple's tomb, you... you three! !?]

Jingzhi held her right hand with her left hand, stood in front of him honestly, looked at him eagerly, and muttered in a very low voice:

"I said I wouldn't be angry, but it's all your fault."

Cheng Ying clenched his fists, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Jingzhi reached out and gently tugged at the hem of his shirt. "You also saw when the tomb was built. They have been dead for many years..."

"Also, the illusion here has been destroyed, making the tomb more vulnerable to theft, I think..."

"I want to cremate their remains on site and take the ashes back home."

Cheng Ying tightened the shovel handle in his right hand and said that this shovel was very useful.

[…Please explain this to me when you get back.]

"Of course!" She quickly expressed her attitude.

But Xiaoying is too nice, he doesn't want to pursue it at all?

Is this really the case?

No.

Cheng Ying worked very hard at the thought of digging his rival's grave with his own hands, and he arranged for Jingzhi to sit on a clean stone next to him.

Jingzhi looked at it with some worry, afraid that Cheng Ying would swing the sparking shovel directly to the bottom and lift the coffin lid.

"You...you better be careful."

He turned back with a sullen face.

Jingzhi smiled bitterly, walked over to wipe the sweat off his face, and then gave him a kiss.

"Would you like to take a break?"

[No, I can't wait to see who these two men are!]

Jingzhi shrank his neck, sat back down, and whispered, "Then be careful."

He was fighting with himself, so she should stay out of it.

He held his breath and worked hard, but after more than half an hour, the shovel hit something hard.

The coffin lid, which was originally carved with exquisite patterns, quickly lost its color and turned gray once it came into contact with the air.

Jingzhi doesn't have time to do archaeology here.

She called Cheng Ying over, squatted on the mound and looked at the overly wide coffin, her eyes full of tenderness.

Her two lovers were lying inside, and now she was going to take them back with her.

"A Zheng, A Jiu, I'm taking you home."

A white light, like a laser, gently cut open the lid of the coffin.

The corpse that had been sleeping for many years finally saw the light of day.

They didn't know what they drank at the time, but their bodies didn't rot.

The two people were lying flat on their backs, as if they were asleep.

In the middle was the painting she had drawn, of two dogs and a cat.

The two men stretched out their left and right hands, lightly touching a corner of the painting, as if holding her hand.

When she saw them again, Jingzhi covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Cheng Ying, who was standing aside, felt complicated.

Although these two people look very old, their facial features are too similar to his.

He used to believe in nothing, but suddenly the word "reincarnation" appeared in his mind.

He squatted down, gently put his arm around Jingzhi's shoulders, and kissed her long hair.

No need to ask, if you think about it carefully you will know that she crossed the long river of time just to rekindle her old relationship with him.

What is there for him to be jealous of?

……

After a while, the flames in the sky took away their bodies.

Cheng Ying pulled Jingzhi back as she was about to move forward and carefully clasped her in his arms. "Don't go. In this life, you are mine alone."

"Wuwuwu...Ajiu...Azheng..."

【My name is Aying.】

She sobbed a little and looked at him with tearful eyes, "Aying, Aying, Azheng, why are you so cunning!"

She suddenly realized that Cheng Ying's main soul should be the reincarnation of Cao Lu.

The thatched cottage was later renamed Linying.

When she saw him, the first name she called was Aying.

"Wuwuwu...Ajiu, he's very cunning, you can't beat him."

"He's cooked fish so well in his life. It tastes exactly the same. I should have thought of it earlier."

Cheng Ying didn't understand what she was saying and was completely confused. He just hugged her tightly and kissed her red and swollen eyes.

As soon as she kissed him, she pinched his mouth and said, "You are bad."

Cheng Ying didn't understand why, but he still agreed with her, "Yeah, I'm bad."

Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, staring at him blankly, "Cheng Ying, Cheng Ying, Ah Ying took advantage of the opportunity, why didn't I think of it..."

Cheng Ying looked as if he didn't understand, his eyes full of innocence.

Jingzhi suddenly grabbed his cheek and said, "That's the expression you make, Ah Ying always likes to act innocent like this!"

Cheng Ying pursed his lips slightly, [Xiaozhi, it hurts.]

……

It was a long time since the smoke had dissipated, and the ashes were already cool.

The ashes on the ground merged together, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who.

Jingzhi simply put the ashes into the same urn and gave it to Cheng Ying.

"Yours, put it in the ring."

And she kept the painting in her pinky ring.

Cheng Ying put away the jar and followed her closely.

He didn't understand her emotions at the moment, but he turned his head to look at her from time to time, afraid that she would accidentally fall.

When they got back to the car, Cheng Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief. He patted her hand gently, and when she looked at him, he immediately started talking:

[Xiaozhi, you... like Ajiu more? ]

Otherwise why would she be angry?

There was a Lin Ying on the tombstone. He thought about it for a long time before he understood what she meant just now - he was the reincarnation of Lin Ying.

"No."

Zhu Jiuxian, Caolu Hou, Cheng Ying is Caolu's reincarnation, there is no doubt about this, it should be so.

But she was still thinking about Zhu Jiu.

The man she had fought for all his life lost in the end, and she just felt a little sorry for him.

I'm not angry, but not to that extent.

[Who do you like better, then?] He squeezed her hand.

Jingzhi turned sideways and bit his chin, "You, you are so ungrateful. Now I like you the most, Ah Ying, my little mute Ah Ying, the father of my child, Ah Ying."

He smiled silently. The fatigue from working for half a day disappeared instantly after she said this.

Let's go back. I'll cook you some fish.

Jingzhi touched his chin and shook his head, "Wait a minute, I left something nearby."

【what? 】

"A courtyard house with a garden covering several hundred square meters."

【! ! ! 】

……

The next day, Cheng Ying took Jingzhi back to the port with a wooden face.

The reason his face turned numb was that he had never seen so much money before.

That’s right, Jingzhi thought she would never go back there, so she sold the house.

That place is like a small park, well preserved, and is a typical Hui-style building from the Tang Dynasty. It can be used as a tourist attraction.

The agent who took over the house was grinning from ear to ear, and both parties felt they had made a profit.

[Xiaozhi, it's better not to keep that money with you. I'm afraid it will affect my ambition.]

Jingzhi was happy. She smiled and looked back at him, "Then where do you want to put it?"

Cheng Ying thought for a moment, glanced around cautiously, and then leaned close to her ear:

"You bought a new house, right? Money will go bad if left for too long. Let's exchange it for gold bars and bury them next to the house when we get back."

"I have no objection." Jingzhi squeezed his arm, "But you have to do it yourself."

【certainly. 】

……

three days later.

When Cheng Ying saw the villa, his face turned pale again.

The fat man patted his shoulder, envious to death, "Brother Ying, from now on you will be the owner of a big villa. I will try my best to see if I can buy one near your house."

"call out!"

A car sped past the fat man's head, turned a corner and stopped in a nearby yard.

A blond and blue-eyed foreign couple got out of the car and looked at them arrogantly.

The fat man was so angry that he took a few steps and wanted to curse.

But thinking that this was Jingzhi's neighbor and not wanting to cause trouble for them, he could only shut up in disappointment.

"Ignore them, they're the tenants next door." Jingzhi invited the fat man in, "Maybe they'll move out someday."

Fatty: "Wait, let me move your luggage in first!"

Jingzhi smiled and said, "Okay, I'll cook later, you have to eat more!"

Fatty: "Of course."

……

Cheng Ying searched for the place where the thing was buried for a long time and finally found it. It was in his own small garden.

There were still people passing by during the day, but he didn't do anything. It was only at night when it was quiet that Cheng Ying came out again with a shovel.

He was working very hard. The lights in the villa next door were not on, but the couple was standing on the third floor, looking over here from afar.

"What is he burying, dear?"

"What else could be buried in the ground? I think it's ashes."

"It's unlucky. I don't want to be friends with them."

"Bang!"

The gold was too heavy, and Cheng Ying couldn't hold it. He stumbled and spilled a few pieces.

The golden small yellow croaker is particularly conspicuous on the black mud.

The foreigner's eyes widened in shock. "OMG, that box can't be full of gold, right?"

"Hubby, let's just be friends with them."

"...No, it would be too abrupt to rush over there. Let's observe for a few days."

What they didn't expect was that they would never be able to get close to that family again.

Jingzhi saw that the two of them did not seem like good people, so he became suspicious and installed a lot of surveillance cameras near his home and released the barrier.

Whenever they get close, they will feel a resistance.

The ignorant foreigners thought they had seen a ghost, but they calmed down a lot. However, they kept looking at the house next door every day, and their eyes became greener and greener.

……

Time passed day by day, and more than a year passed.

Jingzhi gave birth to a daughter for Cheng Ying, who is now old enough to learn to speak.

Cheng Ying became more and more nervous.

Every time she wanted to say something, he would stare at her mouth in a daze.

"Good boy Juanjuan, didn't you just call daddy?"

Jingzhi squatted down, gently touched Juanjuan's soft hair, and said patiently: "Call me again, otherwise your dad will be worried."

Cheng Xiaojuan was also very strong. After spitting out two bubbles, she threw herself into her mother's arms. Her chubby little face was pressed against Jingzhi's shoulder, and her big, blinking eyes looked at Cheng Ying, "Pa... Dad~"

"I want to... bite the fish~"

The old father covered his mouth tightly and nodded with red eyes.

The child looked like her in every way: delicate and pretty, able to talk, and loved to eat fish. He was doing very well, and now he could rest assured.

This character is what he had when he was young, weak and looks easy to bully.

Cheng Ying doesn't care about these things. He has plenty of strength and means. He will fight back against anyone who bullies his daughter.

Jingzhi also felt a headache. She could still take care of him now, but what should she do when he gets old?

"A Ying, let's teach her martial arts. It would be good for her to protect herself."

Cheng Ying frowned, not quite agreeing. "Learning martial arts is hard, I'm worried she'll get hurt."

"That's better than being bullied in the future. You can still take care of her for the rest of her life."

【I can! 】

Jingzhi: "You are nothing!"

Cheng Ying was completely speechless, and his wife was angry.

The frail little Xiao Xiaojuan finally embarked on the path of learning martial arts with tears in her eyes...