Zuo Yu knew the chubby kid was not talking about his boss. Given his boss's age and status, how could the Su family send people to pay their respects every year?
This chubby kid was still being secretive. Anyone with a brain could guess his background from what he had just said. And the "Fang Zhao" that the Su family sent people to pay their respects every year was most likely the one buried in Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs.
"You mean the one in the Cemetery for Martyrs?" When Zuo Yu asked Su Hou, he glanced at Fang Zhao beside him. He really wanted to know how these people who shared the same name and surname as martyrs felt when they discussed the martyrs with others.
Fang Zhao had a smile on his face and did not say anything. He just listened to Zuo Yu and Su Hou's conversation.
"Yes, that's him! Do you know what kind of person he was? "Su Hou asked curiously. He had only looked up "Fang Zhao" online when he had been sent to Yanzhou. There were too many people with the same name, but there was only one person with the same status as a Yanzhou martyr. Unfortunately, there was too little information online, and his understanding was incomplete. He had only heard from his siblings that this person was good friends with the Su family's Su Mu. His gravestone in Yanzhou was second only to Yanzhou's Jianzhou great general Wu Yan.
"Oh, him. I know him. We used to talk about him in history class in school."
Zuo Yu scanned the surroundings and did not discover any danger. Not far away, a few policemen guarding the graveyard were watching them vigilantly, which made Zuo Yu feel more at ease telling the story. Because the graveyard guards were watching this side, if there was any potential danger, the graveyard guards would definitely detect it in advance. As long as they moved, Zuo Yu would be able to react in time to protect Fang Zhao and evacuate.
Actually, Zuo Yu had mostly learned about the Yanzhou martyr "Fang Zhao" from secondary school textbooks. He had also heard a little about him from other people, so he did not know much. However, he could still put on a show in front of Su Hou.
All the stories that people knew seemed to be good, praising the glorious achievements of the martyrs. Zuo Yu vividly recounted the stories in Yanzhou's history books. Su Hou, who was sitting in front of the gravestone, was startled.
Fang Zhao stood to the side and listened quietly. These stories were a little unfamiliar, and the traces of artistry were too strong. However, this was not the first time Fang Zhao had experienced this sort of thing. When he had gone to the Yanzhou Cemetery for Martyrs before Memorial Day, there had been people telling stories at the Memorial Hall that had also mentioned him. There were even more traces of artistry there.
Shaking his head with a silent smile, Fang Zhao looked up at Su Mu's tombstone.
Su Mu's gravestone was similar to Wu Yan's gravestone. Two sentences summarized his life, followed by Su Mu's contributions to Muzhou.
Compared to Wu Yan, who was a generation younger than them, Fang Zhao, Su Mu, and the rest were more familiar with Wu Yan, who had also lived through peaceful times and struggled in the apocalypse.
Five hundred years later, visiting the graves of his old friends was a complicated feeling. Fang Zhao did not know how to describe it. When he had been reborn and watched his old friends start the New Era, Fang Zhao had also been envious. But if those old friends knew that he had been reborn 500 years later, perhaps they would also be envious, right?
Zuo Yu talked nonstop for half an hour. The facial muscles of the policemen guarding the cemetery were twitching. They probably didn't expect Zuo Yu to be so talkative.
When Zuo Yu finally stopped, Su Hou was still not satisfied.
"Anything else? Can you tell me how Fang Zhao met Great General Su Mu, Great General Lu Xi, Great General Wu Yan, and the others during the Period of Destruction? "Su Hou asked expectantly.
"There are too many to finish," Zuo Yu replied. Actually, Zuo Yu himself did not know that his stomach was almost empty. Make it up? That would be disrespectful to the martyrs. Better not say.
"In any case, you just need to remember that the people buried in the Cemetery of Martyrs in each continent, whether famous or not, are all worthy of respect and admiration, especially those whose tombstones are closer to the front. Those are all great people," Zuo Yu concluded.
Su Hou was a little disappointed that he could not hear more stories. He rubbed the wound on his forehead and grinned. "That's good."
He had heard many stories about the Su family's ancestor, Su Mu, who had reclaimed Muzhou. He had also seen many movies of that era. Every teenager had a superhero dream, so he idolized Su Mu. When he had been given a mission to pay his respects in Yanzhou, he had been happy to do so. Because he had grown up in Muzhou, he had only heard stories related to Muzhou. He did not know much about the leaders of the Period of Destruction outside Muzhou. If what Zuo Yu said was true, then all the suffering he had suffered had been worth it. It had not been for nothing. The resentment he had felt from being cheated by his brothers and sisters dissipated after hearing Zuo Yu's words.
Once his anger subsided, Su Hou felt his forehead hurting. He knew that it was not good for him to stay here. If he was spotted by the entertainment media looking for news, he would be in trouble again.
As he got up and prepared to leave, Su Hou said to Zuo Yu, "Your stories are not bad. Let's add each other as friends. When I have time, I will look for you guys in Yanzhou."
Su Hou felt that these two new people were not bad. Although he was not smart, he could sense both good and bad intentions coming from them. Furthermore, these two had not asked about his family matters. At least they did not have any ulterior motives. If they added each other as friends, in the future when he was bored and wanted to hear more stories, it would be easier to find them.
"This is my contact number. My name is... Su Hou." After Su Hou gave his name, he looked at Zuo Yu's and Fang Zhao's reactions.
"I know. Your photo can be found in entertainment magazines. Don't run around. It's best if you have a bodyguard. I have seen many cases of rich kids like you running around and getting kidnapped," Zuo Yu said as he added Su Hou as a friend.
"What's your name? Add me too! "Su Hou looked at the other person beside Zuo Yu.
"I'm Fang Zhao."
Su Hou: "..."
Su Hou walked a few steps toward the exit in a daze before turning back to look at Fang Zhao. "Fang Zhao?!"
Zuo Yu explained, "This is my boss, Fang Zhao. He has the same name as the martyr 'Fang Zhao' that you kowtowed to."
"Oh." Su Hou scratched the short hair on his head, feeling a little awkward. He knew that there were many people with the same name as martyrs, but it felt a little awkward to bump into one under these circumstances.
"You mentioned earlier that people from other continents send people over to pay their respects every year?" Fang Zhao asked.
When Zuo Yu had been telling the story, Su Hou had mentioned this, but he had not said much. Zuo Yu had not noticed anything special about it. Every year, when people from other continents visited Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs, they would also pay their respects to the martyrs. This was very common.
"Did I mention it?" Su Hou scratched his head and thought for a bit. "Oh, yes. Actually, I'm not too sure. I only heard that our Su family sends people over every year to pay our respects. There are people from other continents who do the same. The timing might not be the same, but most of them come a month before or after Memorial Day. I'm not sure who they are. When I went over yesterday, I even met people from Xizhou."
Fang Zhao laughed and did not ask further. He said to Su Hou, "Hurry up and go back. Those people should be looking for you. Hurry up and treat the wound on your forehead. No matter how angry you are, don't make things difficult for yourself. If a head injury is not treated in time, you will become stupid."
Zuo Yu, who was beside him, thought, Boss, do you know that you are lying to a kid?
However, Su Hou believed him. He felt that he was already not smart. If he became even more stupid...
"Help!!" Su Hou spread his thick legs and ran toward a group of people who had just entered the core area of the cemetery. The group of people thought that Fang Zhao and Zuo Yu were going to kidnap Su Hou, and some of them even pulled out their guns.
However, very quickly, the leader of the group had a twisted expression on his face. Probably after listening to Su Hou's story, he realized that it was completely different from what he had imagined. He indicated for the people in the team to put away their guns, then he gave Fang Zhao and Zuo Yu a courteous smile and nodded. Following that, the group of people surrounded Su Hou and left.
Outside the core area of the cemetery, a faint sound of scolding could be heard. It was not scolding Su Hou. It was probably some media from outside the core area looking for news, or some onlookers who had surrounded the area to watch the commotion.
"Young master of a wealthy family." Zuo Yu sighed. Following that, he felt a little happy. "My luck this time is not bad to have met a young master of a wealthy family. Speaking of wealthy families, the families of those founding era generals are all globally recognized as wealthy families. Boss, how good would it be if you were the descendant of the founding era's great figures. "
Fang Zhao only smiled and did not say a word.
He stood quietly in front of Su Mu's tombstone for a while before moving on to the next tombstone, just like he had at Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs.
This was not Fang Zhao's main battlefield, but there were some names that Fang Zhao was familiar with. Even if he was not, he still had some impression of them.
There was no "Fang Zhao" grave here, but there were still people who remembered him.
It had been 500 years and they were still able to send people over to pay their respects. Even if it was just a formality and they had the mentality of completing a mission, Fang Zhao would not say anything bad about them. Even for people who were related by blood, their feelings would fade over time. Not to mention, who knew how many generations they were separated by and who had no blood relations at all. It was indeed rare to see someone like Su Hou who kowtowed dozens of times in one go.
After walking out of the cemetery area, Fang Zhao came directly to the plaza in front of the large tombstone. Standing in the plaza, he could see the front of the magnificent monument in the core area.
As Memorial Day had passed for some time, there were not many people here. Memorial Day was over, and people were going to work or school. The media that had come because of Su Hou had also followed Su Hou's departure and did not linger here.
People in twos and threes, probably paying their respects to someone, walked quietly in the plaza. Without the hustle and bustle of Memorial Day, the plaza seemed very spacious and empty. Occasionally, other sounds could be heard. A gust of wind blew the fallen leaves and grass from the trees, making a rustling sound on the stone floor of the plaza.
This was the most common state of the cemetery.
Fang Zhao's footsteps became slower and slower. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to discern something.
"What's wrong?" Zuo Yu thought Fang Zhao had discovered something strange and became alert, but after looking around, he did not find anything suspicious.
"Listen," Fang Zhao said.
"What?" Zuo Yu still did not understand.
"Listen to the sound."
Zuo Yu listened carefully but still did not find anything noteworthy. "Boss, what sound do you hear?"
"The sound of the tombstones."
Zuo Yu: "..."
Zuo Yu scratched the goosebumps on his arms and asked, "Do the tombstones make sounds?"
"Yes. Every tombstone, big, small, near, far, has their own sound. There are also trees, people, and the plaza, the stone slabs, and so on. The entire cemetery has its own sound. " Fang Zhao stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and listened attentively. The fingers of the hand hanging by his side moved.
Zuo Yu: "..." My boss is crazy!
A gust of wind blew past. The weather was clearly warmer today, and the wind was gentle and warm, but Zuo Yu shivered. His back was drenched in cold sweat, and his hair stood on end.
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