Sure enough, on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, countless magpies gathered and coiled around in front of the tomb. Then they were connected from beginning to end to form a magpie bridge, reaching the sky.

That night, Emperor Taizong of Tang had a dream, dreaming that the priest son-in-law brought a beautiful woman to him and thanked him repeatedly, which moved him quite. After waking up, he highly praised Yuan Tiangang and wrote the three big words "Qianxi Tomb" in his hand, carved them on the tombstone.

The Chinese Valentine's Day holiday also gets its name from this.

However, there are very few evil merchants in history. Except for Yuan Tiangang, no one can create the second Qixi Festival letter.

At this time, the book in my hand is obviously a Chinese Valentine's Day letter that has been passed down for thousands of years and can travel through the yin and yang worlds and make lovers gather again!

However, if Zhao Yihan's husband really borrowed the power of the Qixi Festival Letter to go home every year, it only means that he is no longer alive.

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

"Don't be anxious first." I comforted Zhao Yihan and said, "Let me check what this is."

After saying that, I took out my cell phone, took a photo of the Chinese Valentine's Day, and then took another wedding photo of them, and posted it to the WeChat group of the Yinwu Circle.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, what does this mean?" Everyone in the circle was full of night owls, and they were in high spirits at this time. When I saw that I hadn't shown up for a long time, I suddenly posted two photos, which was very novel.

"Who did you sell this thing? Have you ever seen the man in the photo?" I quickly typed out a line of words.

Everyone said they didn't know, but a few more senior veterans recognized it at a glance: "Isn't this a Chinese Valentine's Day?"

"This is a yin object that has been preserved for thousands of years. It is also from Yuan Tiangang's hand. If you can find this thing and know how to use it, you must be a veteran."

Because I have a good reputation in the Yin Circle and have helped many people on weekdays, everyone is taking the initiative to ask for it.

I comforted Zhao Yihan for a few words, then walked back to the living room, staring at the phone screen, waiting for the news.

About half an hour later, my phone suddenly rang.

The number is very unfamiliar, and the address shows Chengdu, Sichuan.

"Cough cough..." As soon as the phone was connected, a violent cough came from the other end.

"Yes, is it the shopkeeper Zhang?" The man coughed for a long time before he asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's me, who are you?"

"Liu Laoliu." The man reported himself to his house.

Liu Laoliu is a very famous ominous businessman in Sichuan. Because his hands were bitten by the green stump and contracted greening disease, people in the martial arts world said: Qing Devil Hand. When I started, I received a lot of guidance from my grandfather and was considered half an apprentice. Although my grandfather always called him brothers, he always regarded himself as a junior.

However, his health has always been poor. Grandpa came a few times when he was alive, but as soon as his grandpa left, he basically had no contact.

"Oh, it's Mr. Liu." Although he regarded himself as a junior, I couldn't mess with the rules and shouted respectfully.

"Ahem, just call me and I'll take it. I can still bear it." Liu Laoliu said modestly, and then got to the point: "Someone asked me about the Chinese Valentine's Day letter just now, saying that you were looking for it. I sold this thing. Is there any problem?"

"Is the buyer the man who is the photo?" I finally got a look when I heard this and asked hurriedly.

"Yes!" Liu Laoliu said with great certainty.

Then, while coughing repeatedly, 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 and sucked in a lot of coal ash residue, and his lungs had been seriously damaged. Recently, he was diagnosed with lung cancer, and it was in the late stage. The doctor said that he had only one month of tumor survival.

He had no regrets in his life from bitter to sweet, the only thing he couldn't let go was his wife.

The two of them have childhood sweethearts together and have experienced so much together. If their wife knew that he was dead, she would definitely be unable to think about it.

So, he wanted to ask for something that could bring back his soul.

It happened that Liu Laoliu got the Qixi Festival letter in the early years, but he never found the buyer, so he paid 6 million to resell it to him.

At that time, he was praying in every way that his wife would never let him know that this was the reason why he did not buy it from the local ostentatious merchant.

I thanked Liu Laoliu repeatedly and hung up the phone.

Then I sat on the sofa for a long time, and felt like something was blocked in my heart, which was very uncomfortable.

After hearing the story of Zhao Yihan and her husband, I admire this man who has never met before - where did he get the courage? He still insisted on love when he was dying.

I sighed and was hesitating whether to tell the truth to Zhao Yihan, but Zhao Yihan's scream came from the bedroom.

"Zhang Jiulin, come and see what this is?"

I hurried over and saw that she was holding the yellow envelope in her hand, with a long list of numbers in the corner of the bottom of the envelope.

There are eleven numbers in total, and they start with 34, so it should not be a phone number.

"It's qq." With the experience of the last series of dead cases, I immediately remembered.

This is the only clue left by her husband, maybe there is still a last word to explain!

Zhao Yihan was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran into the study room, turned on the computer, and entered the QQ number, but Zhao Yihan didn't know the password, so she looked at me in confusion.

I thought for a while and said, "You try your wedding anniversary!"

Sure enough, Zhao Yihan tried again, and then QQ would log in normally.

The name of QQ is forever together, and there is only one friend on it, his husband himself.

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

The protagonist of the video is Zhao Yihan's husband, who is sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the pot of kumquats placed on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yihan, when you see this video, you must have known everything." He smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.

"My illness is beyond cure. I don't want to die in front of you, I don't want to see you crying. I want to accompany you and spend your life well with you, but..."

He used his handkerchief to wipe the blood spreading from the corner of his mouth, and used his last trace of strength to squeeze out a smile: "Yihan, I love you, I really love you very much! I really can't bear to leave you, please forgive me for my concealment and selfishness. I have found a magical way. I will accompany you every year on the Chinese Valentine's Day, forever! However, if you don't want to, as long as you burn the Chinese Valentine's Day, I will never appear again..."

"Yihan." The man said affectionately: "Goodbye!"

His two lines of tears finally couldn't help it, and it fell down in a flash, sprinkled with kumquats.

Zhao Yihan had already cried so much that she was in pain. She shook the monitor with both hands and shouted: "Don't leave, don't leave..."

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

Cancer is the most terrible disease in the world. Even the winner of the Nobel Prize in Medicine is helpless. However, the man in front of him used his life to run a long-distance love race with cancer and finally defeated it.
Chapter completed!