Otherworldly Merchant

On the evening of the seventh sunset, countless magpies gathered, wrapped around in front of the shared tomb, and then joined together, forming a bridge of magpies straight to the sky.

It was the night, Tong Taizong had a dream. He dreamed that Hui Yuanlang would bring a beautiful woman to thank him in succession. He was quite moved. When he woke up, he regained Yuan Tianzhen and wrote the words "Seven Evening Tombs" himself, engraved on the tombstone.

The Seventh Evening Letter was also named for it.

However, there are still very few shady traders in history, and no one can produce a second letter except Yuan Tianzhi.

At this time, the book in my hand, Jane, obviously, has been circulating for thousands of years. It can cross the two realms of yin and yang and reunite lovers in the Seventh Evening Letter!

However, if Zhao Yihan's husband really borrows the power of Qiyi letter to go home every year, it can only mean that he is no longer alive.

I turned to look at Zhao Yihan's extremely heartbroken face, and I couldn't bear to tell her —— at least, I couldn't let her know until I was sure.

“Don't rush.” I comfort Zhao Yihan: “Let me find out what this is first. ”

After that, I took out my phone, took a photo of the Qi Evening Letter, and then took a photo of their wedding dress, and sent it to WeChat group in the pussy circle.

“Zhang Dazhang, what does this mean?” The people in the circle were night owls, and they were spiritual at the moment, and I suddenly sent out two pictures that had not appeared for a long time, and it was very novel at first sight.

“From whom is this thing sold? Have you seen the man in the picture?” I speedily typed a line.

Everyone said they didn't know. Some of the more senior old experts recognized it at a glance: “Isn't this the Seventh Evening Letter? ”

“This is a shady thing that has been around for thousands of years. It must be an old man who can find it from Yuan Tianzhen's hand. He also knows how to use it. ”

Because I have a good reputation in the pubic circle, and have helped a lot of people on weekdays, everyone is asking for me now.

I comforted Zhao Yihan and walked back to the living room, staring at the phone screen and waiting for news.

About half an hour later, my phone suddenly rang.

The number is strange and the address shows Chengdu, Sichuan.

“Cough…” As soon as the phone was on, there was a violent cough.

“Yes, is that Zhang Dazhang?” The man coughed for half a day, which was the sound of a dull voice to ask.

“It's me, who are you? ”

“Liu Lao Liu.” The man reported to himself.

Liu Lao Liu is a well-known shady trader around Sichuan, because his hands were bitten by the green stiffness and infected with the greening disease, the Jianghu people called: the Green Devil's Hand. At the beginning of the year, he had been pointed out by my grandfather. He was kind of a half apprentice. Although he was always proportionate to his brothers, he always lived with his younger generations.

However, his health has not been very good. Grandpa came here a few times when he was alive, but once Grandpa left, there was virtually no connection.

“Oh, it's Grandpa Liu.” Though he lived as an offspring, I couldn't break the rules and call respectfully.

“Cough, call Grandpa over, call Uncle I still suffer.” Liu Lao Liu said very modestly and immediately came to the point: “Someone just asked me about the Qi Evening Letter and said you were looking for it. I sold this stuff. Is there a problem? ”

“Is the buyer the man in the picture?” I finally got my eyebrows and asked quickly.

“Yes!” Liu said with great certainty.

Then, as he coughed, he told me the reason intermittently.

Two years ago, a man found his shop and said that he had worked hard in a coal mine in his early years, inhaled a lot of ash residue and had already suffered serious damage to his lungs. Lung cancer has recently been detected and is at an advanced stage, with only one month of tumour survival, according to doctors.

There was no regret in his life from bitterness to sweetness, and the only thing he could not let go of was his wife.

Together, they went through so much together. If the wife knew he was dead, she would have lost her mind.

So he wanted to ask for a shady thing to go back to.

By chance, Liu Lao Six received the Seventh Evening Letter earlier, but never found the buyer, so he sold it to him for six million dollars.

At the time, he pleaded with his wife not to know why he didn't buy it from a local shady trader.

After I even thanked Liu Lao Liu, I hung up.

Sitting on the sofa for a long time, I felt like something was blocked in my heart, it was very uncomfortable.

After listening to the story of Zhao Yihan and her husband, I admired the courage of this man I had never met in my heart - where did it come from? When he was dying, he was desperate to hold on to love.

I sighed, hesitating to tell Zhao Yihan the truth, but Zhao Yihan shouted in the bedroom.

“Zhang Jiulin, check it out. What is this? ”

I hurried over and saw her holding the yellow envelope with a long string of numbers in the corner at the bottom of the envelope.

That number has 11 digits, and it starts with 34, and it's not supposed to be a phone call.

“It's QQ.” With the experience of the previous serial breaking headlines, I thought about it for a moment.

It's the only clue her husband left. Maybe there's something left to tell!

Zhao Yihan stunned for a moment, then flew into the study and turned on the computer. I entered the QQ number, but Zhao Yihan didn't know the password. He looked at me confused.

I thought, "Try your anniversary! ”

Indeed, Zhao Yihan tried again, then QQ logged in normally.

QQ's name was Always Together, and there was only one friend on it, his husband himself.

The avatar kept flashing, and when I opened it, it was a video, and I clicked on it and it opened.

The main character of the video was Zhao Yihan's husband, sitting on the sofa in the living room with the basin of orange on the coffee table in front of him.

“Yihan, by the time you saw this video, you must have known everything.” He smiled, but the smile was slightly bitter.

“My illness is hopeless. I don't want to die in front of you. I don't want to see you cry. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you, but...”

He wiped the blood spreading from the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief and squeezed out a smile with one last stroke: “Ihan, I love you, I love you so much! I really can't help but leave you, please forgive my concealment and selfishness, I have found a magical way to come with you every seven evenings, forever! However, if you don't want to, just burn the Seventh Evening Letter and I will never show up again...”

“Yihan.” The man said with great affection, "Goodbye! ”

His two lines of tears were finally intolerable, and he fell and sprinkled with gold oranges.

”Zhao Yihan cried a long time ago. He shook the monitor with his hands and shouted," Don't go, don't go... "

My eyelids were a little blurred, but I didn't know what to say, so I turned around and left the room.

Cancer is the most horrible disease in the world, and even the Nobel Prize winner couldn't help it, but the man in front of him made a long love run with his life, with cancer, and eventually beat it.