I Am This Type of Woman

Chapter 45: It's hard to say (1)

As the sun was setting and night was approaching, the three members of the Ban family climbed up the mountain with a few loyal servants. This mountain is not too far from Biezhuang, but because this place has always been haunted by ghosts in recent years, no one dares to appear in this place at dusk.

"Sister, what are you talking about here..." Ban Heng walked up to Ban Hua's side and whispered, "Could there really be something unclean?"

The vegetation on the mountain is lush, and there are many fallen leaves on the ground, making a squeaky sound when stepped on.

"Sister, I think it's starting to get cold here," Ban Heng hugged his shoulders and grabbed Ban Hua's clothes, "Why don't we come back at noon tomorrow."

"It's almost nightfall, and it's definitely going to get cold." Banhua looked around, because there were so many trees, the forest looked a little gloomy, and there were a few birdsongs of unknown species coming from time to time.

"Go this way," Ban Hua looked at his younger brother who was shrinking behind him, and his father who looked left and right from time to time, pulled the sleeve out of Ban Heng's hand, and said to Ban Heng, "Walk well."

Ban Heng felt that he was not holding something in his hand, and felt very uneasy, so he finally moved to Ban Huai's side and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The father and son looked at each other and grabbed each other's sleeves.

"Father, Brother Heng, write down the place." After finding the place, Ban Hua instructed Ban Heng to dig a hole, "I will draw a picture for you when I go back. If you can't remember it later, just follow the picture to find it. .”

"We can't remember that there is still you?" Ban Heng dug for a long time, but only dug a shallow pit about ten inches deep. It’s enough to live, why do my father and I spend so much effort?”

"Then what if... what if I can't remember?" Ban Hua saw that Ban Heng hadn't dug up much for a long time, and pulled him away with disgust on his face, "Get up and let me do it."

Ban Heng was so happy to dodge his laziness, he moved aside: "How about we bury a few more places, and there will always be a place to remember. Besides, your level of painting, even if I ask you to look for it, I will I can't find it either."

"What's wrong with my drawing skills?" Ban Hua squinted at him, "You can draw if you want."

"Then neither can I."

"If you can't, just shut up. An old man talks so much, where can he ask for a wife?" Banhua shook the soil on his body, threw a box the size of an adult's palm into it, sprinkled a layer of soil on it, and then buried it A few pieces of gravel, just a layer of soil and a layer of stones, finally filled the hole. She even dug a piece of grass and stepped on it.

"Sister, don't you bury them all inside?" Ban Heng followed behind Ban Hua, watching her dig another place, "You're working too hard."

"Have you heard of the Three Caves of the Rabbit?" Ban Hua took a few breaths, "Either you shut up now, or you dig."

Ban Heng silently took a small hoe and ran to a place ten steps away to dig by himself. After digging for a short time, the hoe hit a huge boulder, and the force of the rebound made him sit down on the ground.

"Oh," Ban Huai, who was digging a hole in another small corner, shook his head emotionally when he saw this, "Our Ban family is really not as good as one generation after another."

Ban Heng wiped his face silently. The only person in his family who is qualified to say such things is his grandmother, and his father... a man, a little self-confidence is also good.

As the sky darkened a little bit, Ban Heng and Ban Huai finally dug a hole, and each buried a box of jewelry and a box of gold bars in it. Turning around, Ban Hua had already buried the remaining two boxes.

"With a daughter like this, my father has nothing to ask for," Ban Huai said rather proudly, "In our family, your sister is the one who most resembles your grandfather."

Ten years ago, when his grandfather passed away, Ban Heng was only five years old. In his memory, his grandfather was a very kind old man. Sometimes he would put him on his neck and ride a horse, and then take him shopping and buy him a lot. Novelty gadgets.