Ginseng

What Ji Lin didn't know was that after Luo Feng was pushed by him, his leg hit the stone in the river hard.The legs could no longer exert their strength. For the first time, a person who grew up in the river felt the fear of drowning.

He waved his hands weakly, but he could only watch helplessly as he got farther and farther away from the river bank.He sank to the bottom of the river, mouthfuls of water in his stomach.Looking across the lake, he saw Ji Lin who was climbing ashore in a panic. At that moment, hatred almost overwhelmed him.He sank to the bottom of the river, his eyes fixed on the figure of the man on the bank, the one who had left him.

After an unknown period of time, Luo Feng could feel that his heart was no longer beating, but it was strange that he was still conscious.He didn't understand, had he already arrived in the underworld?

However, before he could think about the reason, a huge black body suddenly appeared in front of him. This monster looked like a snake but not a snake. There are flesh thorns on it, and it is looking at him steadfastly at this moment.

Luo Feng's eyes widened in fear, but his body couldn't move a bit.All I saw was that the monster opened its bloody mouth and swallowed him in one gulp.

After all, Daoist Yimu looked at Luo Feng who was dressed in black in front of him, took out the black scale that Gu Linshan had obtained before, and said to him: "Young Master Luo, this scale is probably left by you."

Luo Feng looked at the scales on Yimu's hand in a trance. The memory of many years ago was reopened, and he realized that the Mr. Luo that everyone praised back then had long since disappeared.The people at that time were also classified as a piece of loess, and thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

It's just that the despair, fear and hatred that were swallowed by the giant monster in the water, as well as unwillingness, are still vivid in my memory.

"That's right." Luo Feng opened his mouth, "I left it behind."

"The giant monster in the river is an evil dragon that failed to escape. The evil dragon is cruel by nature, likes to eat the living, and ravages everywhere. It violates the way of heaven and encounters thunder disaster while walking. He fell back to his original form, and his thousand-year cultivation was gone. When he was seriously injured, he hid in this Luoshui River, and met Mr. Luo who was drowning. This evil dragon ate you without changing its tyranny."

Saying that, Daoist Yimu also seemed to find it incredible, and said: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this evil dragon has been destroyed by a thousand years of cultivation, and he has not recovered from serious injuries. And Mr. Luo has too much hatred in his heart, and he is born Quaker." Even after being drowned, his spiritual consciousness never left, and after being swallowed by the evil dragon, he devoured the evil dragon in turn. In the past 100 years, Mr. Luo's spiritual consciousness must have been integrated with this dragon. .”

Luo Feng looked at Daoist Yimu, as if he was not surprised that he could explain his origin so accurately, he sneered and said, "So what? Daoist, it's useless to say more now."

Daoist Yimu sighed and said, "Do you know what happened to Young Master Ji?"

Luo Feng stared at him, but said nothing.Daoist Yimu didn't seem to feel his resistance, he stroked his beard, and said: "After that day, Ji Lin spent his whole life to redeem his sins. A man who can't even read books, a town A well-known dull person, he began to study every day and night, and went to learn the way of doing business for the Luo family. In the mall, he was ridiculed and deceived, and in the Luo family, he was hated and despised, but he still persisted. Years later, a The idiot has become a well-known figure in the business world, and the Luo family has also prospered because of it. He also respects your parents as his biological parents, which is a well-known story in the town."

"Do you know how Ji Lin died then? He was exhausted to death. A man under thirty, but with injuries all over his body, was exhausted to death, Mr. Luo."

Hearing this, Luo Feng suddenly seemed unbearable. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Smelly Taoist priest, you can say whatever you want when you die. If you continue to talk nonsense, I, Luo Feng, I'm not afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken." He stared at Daoist Yimu firmly, as if as soon as Yimu said a word, he would strike immediately.

Daoist Yimu was not afraid of his threat, but drew a rune in the void with his hand, and tapped it on the center of Luo Feng's eyebrows, and the illusion of the past appeared in his mind.

If you don't believe me, why not see for yourself.

Luo Feng saw Ji Lin being beaten and scolded at Luo's house, his body was covered in blood; he saw him kneeling in front of his tomb for three days and three nights, and finally fainted and was taken back by Master Ji; Turning on the lamp at night to read, and finally fell asleep lying on the table; watching him start a business, but his head was broken and bleeding.

Everyone laughed at him, despised him, the Luo family didn't trust him, and outsiders plotted against him.

Year after year, he watched Ji Lin, the well-known idiot in the town, grow the Luo family's business step by step, and gradually grow into a man of indomitable spirit.

But there is such a man, holding his tablet and crying secretly at night.In the days after Luo Fei's death, not only did his longing and regret not diminish in the slightest, but they increased day by day.If it weren't for the Luo family's parents and his elderly father, he might have already gone with him.

As the days wore on, the long hours of hard work left him exhausted.He thought, maybe it won't be long before he falls on this road of atonement, and he wonders if Luo Fei will forgive him or if he still hates him when he gets to the underworld.

Luo Fei looked at the end, Ji Lin finally fell to the ground, the pen in his hand slipped quietly, and drew some ink marks on the floor.His eyes were red, and he restrained himself from reaching out to catch him.

The screen rotated, and he saw two tombs side by side, one without a name, and the other engraved with the tomb of Luo Feng.At this moment, his tears finally flowed out.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

Under the unnamed tombstone is buried a person who spent his whole life for himself; while the person who should have been buried under the tombstone with his name engraved on it is standing alone and watching.

Whether it is the old school where they studied together at the beginning, or the tombstone next to each other at the moment, they always seem to be so close, but always so far apart.

After a lapse of 100 years, many things have been lost in his mind. He forgot the direction of his home, the plum tree in front of the house full of flowers, and the taste of the food that his mother was good at. Forget the carefree time of childhood.

He has forgotten many things, but he has never forgotten that person.The Taoist priest said something wrong, why did he ever hate him?He was just reluctant to leave, he wanted to see him again, he was just unwilling, and this unwillingness has been tormenting him.

It turned out that his pain had always been trapped by two people.

Stupid Ji Lin, you secretly look at me in the corner of the school every day, do you really think I don't know?

Stupid Ji Lin, but I am more stupid than you.

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