Chapter 340
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But if you look carefully, those lines seem to be constantly cracking according to a certain law, like tree rings or rock faults, making the three black pimples look more and more ugly.
The most important thing is that on the surface of the three black lumps, some places are still affected by moisture regain. They are rotten like a mass of black rotten mud. If you press them gently with your fingers, they can sink in for half a centimeter.
At the moment of seeing the three black pimples, Lin Xi didn't want to take a second look. After all, human beings are aesthetic animals. They instinctively get close to beautiful things and naturally reject ugly things. Although the three black pimples are left by the two old people, Lin Xi still doesn't like them.
However, in order to show respect for the deceased, Lin Xi sorted them out from the wooden box. As for how to deal with them later, it's up to Lin Yunxian to decide.
However, the next moment, Lin Xi, who is going to take the three black pimples out of the box, is shocked. Although the three iron pimples are not big, when Lin Xi wants to move them, each one is very heavy. If he doesn't need some strength, he really can't move them out.
When Lin Xi was surprised, he suddenly remembered that the reason why it was so heavy when he weighed the wooden box was because of the existence of these three iron bumps.
The three black pimples were moved out and thrown to the ground. Lin Xi couldn't help complaining about the two old men. Why did he have to put the three black pimples in the box as if they were babies? It really took up space.
Maybe it's a long time of tidying up that makes Lin Xi feel a little sad. He stretches his waist to relax his muscles, but accidentally knocks down the letters on the side, and a bunch of letters fall to the ground, if the Yellow snowflakes fall in the air.
Looking at the letters falling all over the ground, Lin Xi suddenly rolled his eyes and finally sorted them out. Now he has to sort them out again. No one will be in a good mood.
After a self reproachful self mockery, Lin Xi is still helpless to stoop to pick up the letters all over the ground and row away the dust on the letters one by one. However, when he picks up the last letter, he inadvertently shows his curiosity.
At that time, when Lin Xi picked up the last letter and was ready to get up, he suddenly saw a package wrapped in a blue gray handkerchief in a corner not far away.
The package was not very big, and the handkerchief that wrapped it was also very rough. Even because it had been in the corner for too long, it was stained with the dust of attitude, like a layer of mud.
Of course, these are not the reasons that attract Lin Xi's eyes. What really attracts him is that the style of the handkerchief seems to have been seen somewhere, but it can't be remembered for a long time. Moreover, the handkerchief is wrapped carefully, winding round and round, as if he is afraid of running away.
How could there be such a package in this old house? And look at the way it fell in the corner, it is estimated that no one has found it for a long time. I'm afraid even Lin Yunxian knows the existence of the package.
Looking at the package wrapped in the blue gray handkerchief, Lin Xi suddenly felt a move in his heart. After sorting out the letters in his hand, he went to the corner and picked up the package.
I don't know what's in the package. It's a little heavy to start with. When I weigh it, I will make a metal impact sound. But from the sound, I can judge that there are not many objects in it.
Patting off the dust on the package, Lin Xi uncovers the bow on the package and unfolds the package layer by layer. While unfolding the package, Lin Xi can't help but slander why the old man always likes to wrap it with handkerchief or cloth strip when saving things.
However, it can be seen that both Lin Yongli and Zongyuan attached great importance to the objects in the package at the beginning. Otherwise, they could not have taken them so seriously. They just didn't know why they were thrown into the corner and nobody found them.
When the package was completely opened, Lin Xi did not look at the objects in the package. Instead, he was attracted by the blue gray handkerchief. More accurately, he was attracted by the blood stains on the handkerchief, which caused some vague memories in his memory.
Although Zongyuan passed away very early, it didn't have a profound influence in Lin Xi's memory, but he always remembered one thing.
It was a year before Zongyuan's death. Not long after Lin Xigang learned to walk, he was the most naughty child in Lin Jiashan. At that time, Zongyuan opened a small vegetable garden outside Lin Xi's house, in which some small vegetables were planted, such as leeks, cabbage and pepper.
It was a summer evening. Zongyuan took Xiao Linxi, who had learned to walk for a short time, to cut leeks in the vegetable garden to prepare for the evening. But as soon as he got to the vegetable garden, the villagers of linjiashan on the ridge of the field in the distance called Zongyuan in a voice. He talked about his family's long-distance relationship several hundred meters away and couldn't stop for a moment.
Seeing his mother-in-law and others set up a dragon's gate array, Xiao Lin Xi suddenly became interested in playing. He picked up the scythe in the vegetable basket and learned from Zongyuan. One by one, he went to cut the leeks in the vegetable garden and had a good time.
Maybe it's because he was too young, or maybe it's because he was not careful. The sharp sickle passed on the knuckle of his left index finger. Then a white mark visible to the naked eye quickly separated the delicate skin and flesh, and the blood was soaked out from the white mark. In a short time, the blood was dripping.But I don't know why, Mingming was cut fingers, blood like a faucet flowing constantly, Xiao Linxi is like a nobody, neither cry nor make, more don't find Zongyuan cry aggrieved, but with playful heart ran to the vegetable garden gully side, will be injured fingers stretched down.
Because of the special geographical location of linjiashan and the abundant rainfall in summer, the spring water flowing down from the high-rise mountain almost never stopped. At that time, in the gully beside the vegetable garden, there were mountain springs on the high-rise mountain converging into streams, which were flowing like a stream.
Xiao Linxi put his injured index finger into the stream and let the stream wash his wound and blood. He watched the stream which was dyed red by blood flowing continuously, just like a bright red silken, extending forward continuously, and even laughed happily.
Until this time, Xiao Lin Xi called Zongyuan to see the red stream. When Zongyuan turned to see Xiao Lin Xi's fingers and the bright red stream, he was scared out of his mind and even lost the thought of setting up a dragon's gate array with others.
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But if you look carefully, those lines seem to be constantly cracking according to a certain law, like tree rings or rock faults, making the three black pimples look more and more ugly.
The most important thing is that on the surface of the three black lumps, some places are still affected by moisture regain. They are rotten like a mass of black rotten mud. If you press them gently with your fingers, they can sink in for half a centimeter.
At the moment of seeing the three black pimples, Lin Xi didn't want to take a second look. After all, human beings are aesthetic animals. They instinctively get close to beautiful things and naturally reject ugly things. Although the three black pimples are left by the two old people, Lin Xi still doesn't like them.
However, in order to show respect for the deceased, Lin Xi sorted them out from the wooden box. As for how to deal with them later, it's up to Lin Yunxian to decide.
However, the next moment, Lin Xi, who is going to take the three black pimples out of the box, is shocked. Although the three iron pimples are not big, when Lin Xi wants to move them, each one is very heavy. If he doesn't need some strength, he really can't move them out.
When Lin Xi was surprised, he suddenly remembered that the reason why it was so heavy when he weighed the wooden box was because of the existence of these three iron bumps.
The three black pimples were moved out and thrown to the ground. Lin Xi couldn't help complaining about the two old men. Why did he have to put the three black pimples in the box as if they were babies? It really took up space.
Maybe it's a long time of tidying up that makes Lin Xi feel a little sad. He stretches his waist to relax his muscles, but accidentally knocks down the letters on the side, and a bunch of letters fall to the ground, if the Yellow snowflakes fall in the air.
Looking at the letters falling all over the ground, Lin Xi suddenly rolled his eyes and finally sorted them out. Now he has to sort them out again. No one will be in a good mood.
After a self reproachful self mockery, Lin Xi is still helpless to stoop to pick up the letters all over the ground and row away the dust on the letters one by one. However, when he picks up the last letter, he inadvertently shows his curiosity.
At that time, when Lin Xi picked up the last letter and was ready to get up, he suddenly saw a package wrapped in a blue gray handkerchief in a corner not far away.
The package was not very big, and the handkerchief that wrapped it was also very rough. Even because it had been in the corner for too long, it was stained with the dust of attitude, like a layer of mud.
Of course, these are not the reasons that attract Lin Xi's eyes. What really attracts him is that the style of the handkerchief seems to have been seen somewhere, but it can't be remembered for a long time. Moreover, the handkerchief is wrapped carefully, winding round and round, as if he is afraid of running away.
How could there be such a package in this old house? And look at the way it fell in the corner, it is estimated that no one has found it for a long time. I'm afraid even Lin Yunxian knows the existence of the package.
Looking at the package wrapped in the blue gray handkerchief, Lin Xi suddenly felt a move in his heart. After sorting out the letters in his hand, he went to the corner and picked up the package.
I don't know what's in the package. It's a little heavy to start with. When I weigh it, I will make a metal impact sound. But from the sound, I can judge that there are not many objects in it.
Patting off the dust on the package, Lin Xi uncovers the bow on the package and unfolds the package layer by layer. While unfolding the package, Lin Xi can't help but slander why the old man always likes to wrap it with handkerchief or cloth strip when saving things.
However, it can be seen that both Lin Yongli and Zongyuan attached great importance to the objects in the package at the beginning. Otherwise, they could not have taken them so seriously. They just didn't know why they were thrown into the corner and nobody found them.
When the package was completely opened, Lin Xi did not look at the objects in the package. Instead, he was attracted by the blue gray handkerchief. More accurately, he was attracted by the blood stains on the handkerchief, which caused some vague memories in his memory.
Although Zongyuan passed away very early, it didn't have a profound influence in Lin Xi's memory, but he always remembered one thing.
It was a year before Zongyuan's death. Not long after Lin Xigang learned to walk, he was the most naughty child in Lin Jiashan. At that time, Zongyuan opened a small vegetable garden outside Lin Xi's house, in which some small vegetables were planted, such as leeks, cabbage and pepper.
It was a summer evening. Zongyuan took Xiao Linxi, who had learned to walk for a short time, to cut leeks in the vegetable garden to prepare for the evening. But as soon as he got to the vegetable garden, the villagers of linjiashan on the ridge of the field in the distance called Zongyuan in a voice. He talked about his family's long-distance relationship several hundred meters away and couldn't stop for a moment.
Seeing his mother-in-law and others set up a dragon's gate array, Xiao Lin Xi suddenly became interested in playing. He picked up the scythe in the vegetable basket and learned from Zongyuan. One by one, he went to cut the leeks in the vegetable garden and had a good time.
Maybe it's because he was too young, or maybe it's because he was not careful. The sharp sickle passed on the knuckle of his left index finger. Then a white mark visible to the naked eye quickly separated the delicate skin and flesh, and the blood was soaked out from the white mark. In a short time, the blood was dripping.But I don't know why, Mingming was cut fingers, blood like a faucet flowing constantly, Xiao Linxi is like a nobody, neither cry nor make, more don't find Zongyuan cry aggrieved, but with playful heart ran to the vegetable garden gully side, will be injured fingers stretched down.
Because of the special geographical location of linjiashan and the abundant rainfall in summer, the spring water flowing down from the high-rise mountain almost never stopped. At that time, in the gully beside the vegetable garden, there were mountain springs on the high-rise mountain converging into streams, which were flowing like a stream.
Xiao Linxi put his injured index finger into the stream and let the stream wash his wound and blood. He watched the stream which was dyed red by blood flowing continuously, just like a bright red silken, extending forward continuously, and even laughed happily.
Until this time, Xiao Lin Xi called Zongyuan to see the red stream. When Zongyuan turned to see Xiao Lin Xi's fingers and the bright red stream, he was scared out of his mind and even lost the thought of setting up a dragon's gate array with others.
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But if you look carefully, those lines seem to be constantly cracking according to a certain law, like tree rings or rock faults, making the three black pimples look more and more ugly. The most important thing is that on the surface of the three black lumps, some places are still affected by moisture regain. They are rotten like a mass of black rotten mud. If you press them gently with your fingers, they can sink in for half a centimeter. At the moment of seeing the three black pimples, Lin Xi didn't want to take a second look. After all, human beings are aesthetic animals. They instinctively get close to beautiful things and naturally reject ugly things. Although the three black pimples are left by the two old people, Lin Xi still doesn't like them. However, in order to show respect for the deceased, Lin Xi sorted them out from the wooden box. As for how to deal with them later, it's up to Lin Yunxian to decide. However, the next moment, Lin Xi, who is going to take the three black pimples out of the box, is shocked. Although the three iron pimples are not big, when Lin Xi wants to move them, each one is very heavy. If he doesn't need some strength, he really can't move them out. When Lin Xi was surprised, he suddenly remembered that the reason why it was so heavy when he weighed the wooden box was because of the existence of these three iron bumps. The three black pimples were moved out and thrown to the ground. Lin Xi couldn't help complaining about the two old men. Why did he have to put the three black pimples in the box as if they were babies? It really took up space. Maybe it's a long time of tidying up that makes Lin Xi feel a little sad. He stretches his waist to relax his muscles, but accidentally knocks down the letters on the side, and a bunch of letters fall to the ground, if the Yellow snowflakes fall in the air. Looking at the letters falling all over the ground, Lin Xi suddenly rolled his eyes and finally sorted them out. Now he has to sort them out again. No one will be in a good mood. After a self reproachful self mockery, Lin Xi is still helpless to stoop to pick up the letters all over the ground and row away the dust on the letters one by one. However, when he picks up the last letter, he inadvertently shows his curiosity. At that time, when Lin Xi picked up the last letter and was ready to get up, he suddenly saw a package wrapped in a blue gray handkerchief in a corner not far away. The package was not very big, and the handkerchief that wrapped it was also very rough. Even because it had been in the corner for too long, it was stained with the dust of attitude, like a layer of mud. Of course, these are not the reasons that attract Lin Xi's eyes. What really attracts him is that the style of the handkerchief seems to have been seen somewhere, but it can't be remembered for a long time. Moreover, the handkerchief is wrapped carefully, winding round and round, as if he is afraid of running away. How could there be such a package in this old house? And look at the way it fell in the corner, it is estimated that no one has found it for a long time. I'm afraid even Lin Yunxian knows the existence of the package. Looking at the package wrapped in the blue gray handkerchief, Lin Xi suddenly felt a move in his heart. After sorting out the letters in his hand, he went to the corner and picked up the package. I don't know what's in the package. It's a little heavy to start with. When I weigh it, I will make a metal impact sound. But from the sound, I can judge that there are not many objects in it. Patting off the dust on the package, Lin Xi uncovers the bow on the package and unfolds the package layer by layer. While unfolding the package, Lin Xi can't help but slander why the old man always likes to wrap it with handkerchief or cloth strip when saving things. However, it can be seen that both Lin Yongli and Zongyuan attached great importance to the objects in the package at the beginning. Otherwise, they could not have taken them so seriously. They just didn't know why they were thrown into the corner and nobody found them. When the package was completely opened, Lin Xi did not look at the objects in the package. Instead, he was attracted by the blue gray handkerchief. More accurately, he was attracted by the blood stains on the handkerchief, which caused some vague memories in his memory. Although Zongyuan passed away very early, it didn't have a profound influence in Lin Xi's memory, but he always remembered one thing. It was a year before Zongyuan's death. Not long after Lin Xigang learned to walk, he was the most naughty child in Lin Jiashan. At that time, Zongyuan opened a small vegetable garden outside Lin Xi's house, in which some small vegetables were planted, such as leeks, cabbage and pepper. It was a summer evening. Zongyuan took Xiao Linxi, who had learned to walk for a short time, to cut leeks in the vegetable garden to prepare for the evening. But as soon as he got to the vegetable garden, the villagers of linjiashan on the ridge of the field in the distance called Zongyuan in a voice. He talked about his family's long-distance relationship several hundred meters away and couldn't stop for a moment. Seeing his mother-in-law and others set up a dragon's gate array, Xiao Lin Xi suddenly became interested in playing. He picked up the scythe in the vegetable basket and learned from Zongyuan. One by one, he went to cut the leeks in the vegetable garden and had a good time. Maybe it's because he was too young, or maybe it's because he was not careful. The sharp sickle passed on the knuckle of his left index finger. Then a white mark visible to the naked eye quickly separated the delicate skin and flesh, and the blood was soaked out from the white mark. In a short time, the blood was dripping.But I don't know why, Mingming was cut fingers, blood like a faucet flowing constantly, Xiao Linxi is like a nobody, neither cry nor make, more don't find Zongyuan cry aggrieved, but with playful heart ran to the vegetable garden gully side, will be injured fingers stretched down. Because of the special geographical location of linjiashan and the abundant rainfall in summer, the spring water flowing down from the high-rise mountain almost never stopped. At that time, in the gully beside the vegetable garden, there were mountain springs on the high-rise mountain converging into streams, which were flowing like a stream. Xiao Linxi put his injured index finger into the stream and let the stream wash his wound and blood. He watched the stream which was dyed red by blood flowing continuously, just like a bright red silken, extending forward continuously, and even laughed happily. Until this time, Xiao Lin Xi called Zongyuan to see the red stream. When Zongyuan turned to see Xiao Lin Xi's fingers and the bright red stream, he was scared out of his mind and even lost the thought of setting up a dragon's gate array with others. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
