The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Chapter 27 [2014] Whose grave is dug?

Tang Kexin's departure didn't cause any ripples, Cen Weiyu and I started to live together logically, we maintained a subtle tacit understanding with each other, we stood at both ends of the railway track, watching the train without a front headed towards the distance.

How much time is left for the runaway train, who knows whether it will be a sea of ​​fire or a cliff at the end of the track?Who cares?I just want to enjoy the time when Cen Weiyu gradually falls in love with me.

He started coming back to the house on time every day from get off work just to have dinner with me, and he would read to me before bed, and today he read To Kill a Mockingbird.

"Bravery is when you know you are destined to lose before you even start, but you still do it without hesitation, and you stick to it no matter what happens. A person can rarely win, but there will always be times."

When he read this, I interrupted, "Professor, have you ever met a truly brave man?"

Cen Weiyu closed the pages of the book, turned the desk lamp to the darkest, "I've seen it before."

"Is Tang Kexin?" I asked.

Cen Weiyu removed the corner of the quilt for me, and said in silence for a moment: "I once saw a person who was so brave that he was so brave, he was so brave that only he was obsessed with his ideals, he didn't care about others' love for him, and he was unwilling Give mercy to his followers. He tries to make the snowflakes permanent, and when he fails, he will rot with the snowflakes."

"I've seen people like that."

I was so sleepy that my eyelids were clenched, and I didn't understand what Cen Weiyu was saying, so I pinched the corner of the quilt and asked in a daze, "Did he win? One who perseveres to the end will always win..."

Cen Weiyu's figure continued to magnify in my field of vision, and finally lost her human form, turning into a circle of light cast by a dim light.

I heard it just as I was about to fall asleep.

"He lost, but I won."

Maybe it's a dream.

In mid-October, on weekends, I was making a video call with Zhang Yuanying, who was far away in an overseas nursing home.

Zhang Yuanying gained a lot of weight. She was wearing a pink hospital gown, her cheeks were rosy, and her silver hair shone brightly in the sun as if she had been waxed.The black nurse supported her and reported to me Zhang Yuanying's physiotherapy programs and medications in perfect Mandarin. The long list of professional terms made me dizzy.

I think she is trying to tell me that they have done their best for Zhang Yuanying's condition.

Zhang Yuanying's body is rejuvenated with the help of drugs, but her spirit is inevitably dying. She is determined to abandon the world that makes her suffer.

After hanging up the video call, I leaned on the swivel chair in a daze, after a while, I asked Cen Weiyu to turn off the computer, I don't know how to use electronic devices.

Cen Weiyu wiped off the water stains on his hands with his apron, moved the mouse a few times and turned off the computer, "It's time to eat, today is your favorite tomato sirloin."

I went out with him, Cen Weiyu was serving the dishes, I went into the kitchen and got the bowls and chopsticks and set them up, waiting for Cen Weiyu to serve the dishes.

At eight o'clock, the news is playing on the TV in the living room.

It is said that there was heavy rain in Lixian County for several days in a row. Zhangjie Mountain had a mudslide due to the loose soil due to the heavy rain. A thousand-year-old emperor's mausoleum was discovered by the villagers due to the mudslide...

I am gloating, what unlucky guy is going to have his grave dug up, what a crime, I calculated the time, it happened to be the Yong Dynasty thousands of years ago, if it was the way of Qingyang, it would be great, that thing deserves to be dug up.

Cen Weiyu picked a piece of beef brisket for me, glanced at the TV, and casually said, "Inside information, Emperor Yonghuai's tomb."

I'm chewing beef brisket, Emperor Yonghuai... Emperor Yonghuai... It's Emperor Yonghuai, not Emperor Shang.

Cough, cough, cough... I shivered, the brisket choked into my lungs, and I couldn't stop coughing.

Emperor Yonghuai!Isn't that me!Grass!It was myself who was dug up!

Cen Weiyu got up, leaned over and patted me on the back, and said with a smile, "I'm not a child anymore..."

I grabbed his hand and asked with red eyes: "Dig the grave, are you going to dig the grave?"

Cen Weiyu corrected displeasedly, "It's protection. For emperor's tombs with great historical value like this, we generally take protection as the main measure, and don't move if we can. But for tombs that have experienced mudslides, in order to avoid damage to cultural relics , and also to prevent tomb robbers..."

I was so anxious that my voice changed, "So! In the end! Digging or not!"

Just a joke, don't be in a hurry when someone's grave is dug up, although most people don't have the blessing to see their own grave being dug up.

Cen Weiyu sat down and signaled me to be safe and not to be impatient, "I really need to protect it. I will go to Zhangjie Mountain with the expert team next week."

I hurriedly said, "I want to go too."

Cen Weiyu frowned, "No idlers are allowed to wait in the group."

"Who are you talking about? I am your family member! You work hard, shouldn't you bring a family member to take care of your daily life?" I swore that as long as Cen Weiyu takes me with me, I promise to wash, cook and make quilts for him every day Warm the bed, he told me to go east, but I will never go west.

"Are you sure it's you who took care of me?" Cen Weiyu obviously didn't believe it.

I patted my chest repeatedly, and it was another good word.

After tossing for a long while, Cen Weiyu finally reluctantly nodded.

I rushed to wash up all night, and gave Cen Weiyu a flattering smile, then slipped back to the room and locked the door behind me.

I sat on the side of the bed thinking about life, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there were a lot of doubts about it. Firstly, I didn’t like to live to build a mausoleum for myself in my previous life. Secondly, after the country was destroyed, I became the king of subjugation, the prisoner of his rank, and died in the In Xinchao Dungeon.Old villain Song was ruthless. He not only dug up my tricks, but also cut me a hundred and eight thousand dollars. After I die, he can reward me with a straw mat, which is a conscience discovery. How can he repair my mausoleum for me?

Whose tomb is it?Cen Weiyu made a wrong judgment?What if it was mine?And who did it?

I fell asleep between the anger of being dug up and the entanglement of whether it was my grave.

I have been tortured throughout the weekend, and finally survived until Monday, and my whole body has been relieved a lot.

Cen Weiyu took me to Nantah University, he went to meet the expert group first, and I stayed on the school bus.

The students on the bus were all Cen Weiyu's students. This time, they went to work as Cen Weiyu's assistant, and gained knowledge by the way.

There were two men and two women in the car, one or two years younger than me. They discussed together in twos and threes, looking very excited.

I was thinking about my grave on both weekends, and I guess I slept for less than five hours, so as soon as I got in the car, I went straight to the back seat, put all the rear seats down, lay down and started to catch up on sleep.When I woke up, the car had already driven a long way, and one of the girls came to me under the encouraging eyes of her companions. She held a bottle of water and a bag of bright red cherries, and shyly said, "Mrs. , the teacher asked me to give it to you."

She handed it to me and ran away blushing.

I called her to stop, and smiled, "Who told you that I'm a teacher's wife?"

The girl didn't dare to look at me, her face turned even redder.

The companion behind her booed: "Master! The teacher bought the cherries, and he asked us to take care of you!"

I twisted a cherry and put it in my mouth, it was very sweet.