Getting closer, Ning Huan saw the person clearly.
It was a little scholar.
His lips are red and his teeth are white, and he is not very old, and he looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old.
He walked very slowly, carrying a basket in his hand, and when he saw someone coming, he stopped and looked over.
He was puzzled at first, and then when he saw Mu Junhan, the whole person was stunned.
"Will ......
Army?
The little boy couldn't believe it.
Mu Junhan walked in front of the little scholar in a few steps, looked behind the little scholar, and asked with a puzzled voice: "Little scholar, where is your son-in-law?"
” "Childe ......"
The little scholar lowered his head and was speechless.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Junhan lowered his head and glanced at the basket in the little scholar's hand.
The basket was open, and there were three plates in it, and in the plates were some food, and some other things.
Mu Junhan glanced at it, and faintly felt a little bad in his heart.
The little scholar raised his head with difficulty, looked at Mu Junhan, and struggled for a long time before he slowly spoke: "General, our son-in-law......
Childe, he died of illness two years ago......"
"What?"
Mu Junhan looked at the little scholar, his whole body was shocked, and his head seemed to explode.
Did he hear it wrong?
Ning Huan was also stunned.
The same goes for Zitan and Yanhua.
This news came as a real surprise.
The little scholar's eyes immediately turned a little red.
He said: "Today is the child's sacrifice day, and the little one has been with the son all day, and he will come back at this time." ” Mu Junhan stood in place, almost becoming a statue.
He couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.
"General?"
The little scholar called tentatively.
Mu Junhan took a deep breath, and his heart was filled with a throbbing feeling.
He froze for a long time before asking, "......
Where is he buried?
” "General, please come with the villain."
The little scholar turned around and walked down the hill again.
Mu Junhan felt that his breathing was painful, he took a step, his feet were as if they were filled with lead, he was walking, but he was like a walking corpse.
The scholar is buried outside Merlin, and he can be seen when he leaves Merlin.
The little scholar often came to take care of it, and the grave was very clean.
"Don't you even have a monument?"
Ning Huan didn't see the tombstone, only saw a raised piece, and asked the little scholar.
The little scholar replied: "The son has no name and surname, and before he left, he said that the villain should not set up a tombstone." ” Mu Junhan stood in front of the nameless grave, with a sense of gloom all over his body.
Ning Huan and the others stood a little farther away, looking at them from such a distance, and they were a little unspeakable in their hearts.
She didn't know the scholar in the first place, so naturally she couldn't say that she was as sad as Mu Junhan.
But she understands Mu Junhan's mood very well, and Mu Junhan, the scholar is his best friend, and he is also the person he has studied for a few years......
It's life and death.
It is always like this in the world, and the distance between life and death is an unbridgeable distance.
Several people stood aside, and no one dared to disturb Mu Junhan.
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Mu Junhan stood there, not saying anything, but the loneliness and sadness were easily felt by others.
The last trace of the afterglow was gone, and the night fell and the coolness was deep.
"By the way, General......" the little scholar said in a tangled manner.
Mu Junhan didn't move.
The little scholar continued: "Childe......
Childe, he left a letter to the general. ” Mu Junhan's back stiffened.
He turned his head and looked at the little scholar.
The nerd left him a letter?