The Back To Heaven

16. Beishan Cemetery

The old butler Zhang Kui looked suspiciously at Huangyin, and then behind the back of the man who had turned away, his suspicions were even greater.

With such thoughts in his mind, he tried to watch over her, but there was nothing suspicious about Lin Hao, he was always with the little girl, and the little girl was very clingy to the man, she said, almost inseparable. After taking a bath, he spent the entire night with Lin Hao, and Lin Hao told him his story, accompanying the little girl to sleep next to him.

The next day came again and Lin Hao exited his own villa.

On the second floor, Huangyin was standing at the window of her room, her eyes staring at Lin Hao's back. Lin Hao walked out the door, he turned his head and glanced at him, making Huangyin feel cold and sweaty.

This man did not need to do anything, just by looking at her eyes could make the outstanding female martial artists among the sect sect cringe.

On the morning streets, at this moment, there were only a few vehicles and pedestrians. With his physical strength, Lin Hao ran quickly, like a shadow, and the people who saw him thought they were hallucinating.

Beishan Cemetery, very large and far from the city. The mist in the morning, sometimes with the singing of birds and no other sounds, adds to the atmosphere of silence in the cemetery.

Lin Hao's goal of visiting Beishan's tomb was to visit his long-dead mother. In fact, she was not her biological mother, she simply took Lin Hao from the orphanage and took care of him.

Perhaps because she was a widow, she took care of Lin Hao like her own child. As a single mother and caring for Lin Hao alone, eventually due to his old illness, he died when Lin Hao was still in high school (SMA).

Lin Hao never knew who his biological parents were, he only knew his adoptive mother who had always loved him. Although not a birth mother, Lin Hao felt regret for never being able to repay her.

He entered the tomb, and searched line by line. After a long time, he found his mother's grave.

The location of the tomb is very good, the top of the tombstone is clean, the photos are polished without stains, and obviously people often come here.

Lin Hao knew who might take care of this grave.

In this town, her mother has no other relatives, except for her and her childhood friend, Zhi Lanyu. Zhi Lanyu was the child taken from the orphanage with Lin Hao, and lived together for several years. But after a few years of living together, he left, following another family.

Lin Hao lightly stroked the tombstone, bent down, and pressed his cheek against the tombstone, a cold touch coming from the marble stone with morning dew, but he did not care.

Looking at the affable smiling old lady in the Black-White photo, even if she had been a Xianzun who had been through life and death, she felt a pain in her heart.

"Mom, I'm back "Lin Hao muttered "I'm back again, but I can never make you smile in old age."

At the same time Lin Hao whispered to his mother, there was an explosive sound around him, breaking the silence in the grave.

It was an old man sitting in front of a tomb. About four or five places behind Lin Hao's mother's tombstone. He held the wine bottle in his hand, and dropped it onto the tomb in front of him.

When Lin Hao arrived, he saw the old man, but he didn't care about it. At this moment, there was a voice, and he saw it again.

Although his expression was pouting and his face was sad, he looked nothing like a drunkard. The clothes he was wearing were also very neat and clean, and he could see his incredible spirit.

This old man was wearing casual clothes, but Lin Hao could see at a glance that this person should be a warrior, not an ordinary warrior and he still had the identity of a martial artist.

Even so, in Lin Hao's mind, he was no different from ordinary people.

Lin Hao only glanced at the old man, then threw his face away. He didn't mind anyone else around him. He knelt before his mother's grave, and banged his head nine times.

His forehead touching on the cold marble staircase, Lin Hao felt a sadness in his heart.

After kneeling down, he did not wake up, just straightened his upper body, looked at the smile on the photo and sighed in silence.

After some time, Lin Hao saw that the sky was gradually brightening. Thinking of the little girl, he got up and tried to leave.

When Lin Hao woke up, the somewhat drunk old man also woke up, his misty eyes staring at Lin Hao and Lin Hao glanced at him indifferently.

The eyes of the two met for a while, and Lin Hao turned around indifferently.

However the old man's expression suddenly changed, his half-drunk face instantly became conscious, his narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and he looked straight at Lin Hao without rolling his eyes, and he looked straight at Lin Hao, and everyone was surprised.

When the two looked at each other for a while, the old man already felt an unusually strong aura that this world barely possessed.

In front of him, he was clearly an ordinary-looking young man, nothing special, but there were very complicated things in his eyes, and the old man did not understand them clearly. When his eyes met, an invisible pressure was pressing down on him, like a rolling wave.

For many years, he had never felt such a strong feeling.

"Young man, are you also Wu Xiu ?" Seeing that the young man in front of him had already turned around and tried to leave, the old man hurriedly called out to him.

Lin Hao stopped, turned around slightly and glanced at the old man.

"No"

Lin Hao said clearly and then left without looking back.

Behind him, the old man was still standing there, watching Lin Hao's distant back, with a serious expression on his face.