It was a quiet and terrible night, and the night was a little weird.

The little monk pointed to the study, without saying a word, Ling'er looked at the little monk's suddenly sluggish expression, and her heart became frightened again, and the gloomy atmosphere in the study made her feel extremely depressed. Out of breath.

There was a sigh in the study: "It's late, it's late" The old monk stood helplessly in the study, looking at Master An on the bed, and kept sighing.

Ling'er took the little monk's hand, walked over a little timidly, and stood at the door of the study, where Master An was lying quietly on the bed.

The dead vines and old trees are faint, and everything in Anfu has become dull.

Ling'er cried and ran to the room, "Miss, Miss, sir, he ......"

An Xuan looked at the crying Ling'er, was shocked, stunned for a moment, and rushed out.

Still groggy and woken up, looking at Ling'er who was crying on the bed, she still said, "What's wrong?" and gently stroked Ling'er's head with her hand.

"Daddy......" A heart-rending cry resounded throughout Anfu, An Xuan knelt beside the bed, holding the hand of Master An, who was already cold, and kept calling.

Still heard An Xuan's cry, a sadness welled up in her heart, looking at Ling'er who was crying at the bedside, still tears slowly slid down the haggard face, leaving two deep tears.

Still trying her best to suppress the sadness in her heart, she got out of bed with some difficulty, choked up, and Ling'er helped the somewhat weak still to the study.

An Xuan, who was still looking at the bedside and crying, was holding Master An's cold hand and caressing it on his face, and tears slipped down his already cold hand.

"Dad, get up,"

"Dad, look at Xuan'er"

"Dad, you said that you want to watch Xuan'er get married and watch Xuan'er be a mother," An Xuan cried and called for her deceased father, holding Master An's cold hand, stroking her face, tears had soaked the tightly held hands.

An Xuan sadly told the story of her time with her father, choked up and told it, her heart was extremely sad, An Xuan couldn't believe that her father was still talking to her at noon, so she left, leaving her alone, An Xuan, the only relative in the world, just left lifelessly.

Still looking at An Xuan's heartbroken scream, he was inexplicably sad for this godfather who had known each other for a few days and had little communication.

The tears that still drip on the ground and slowly seep into the ground, as if interpreting the solution of a person's life, all return to dust.

An Mansion resounded with a sad atmosphere, and everyone was crying because of Master An's departure.

The door of the second grandmother's room was locked, there was no sound in the room, and the second grandmother fell asleep. I didn't find any changes in Anfu.

This autumn wind is wild and green, and the two poplars in the courtyard of Anfu are fluttering with the wind, and the bustling fallen leaves are sliding down, slowly floating in the air, one by one, and one by one sliding on the ground.

The crying, the sadness, is in stark contrast to this supposed silent late autumn trip, everything is so natural.

Some people say that people will go to heaven after death, and some people say that people will go to hell after death, but modern urban women still don't believe it.

Still looking at all this, I once again felt an unprecedented strangeness, everything was not real, but my hot tears were telling myself that everything that happened was true.

"Are you the future lady?" asked the old monk as he walked over to his side.

"Huh?" still looked at the old monk in surprise, a little surprised.

The old monk nodded knowingly, walked out of the study, and sat in the courtyard.

Still looking back at the old monk, an irrepressible sense of sadness filled his heart.

The inhibition in the heart of the "godfather" broke through the depression in his heart, ran to the head of the bed, still kneeling on the bed, crying sadly, looking at the old man on the bed, still remembering his childhood.

Year after year of spending it alone, lonely, bizarre came to this strange place, with a sister, a father, but did not have time to enjoy even a moment of warmth, still uncomfortable, moved by invisible forces, except for tears, relieving their sadness, there is nothing more. Only these tears of sorrow remained.

Tears......

The second grandmother woke up from her dream, and the layers of cries outside the house made the second grandmother cry as well.

The second grandmother walked out of the room and looked at everyone outside the study crying sadly. I also understood some reasons in my heart.

Slowly walked to the front of the study, every step was hesitant and difficult, the man she had trusted all her life was gone, forever, she would never get this man's favor and tolerance for herself.

The weeping autumn night seems to have been swallowed up by tears, and the sorrow of everyone washes everyone's hearts.

This night, lamenting, this night, weeping, this night, quiet,

The next day, the whole hall of Anfu was covered with white, on the door pavilion, in the lobby, all the places were hung with white sails, and the Anfu at the funeral was dead and silent, and everyone's tears hung on their faces.

In the lobby, a brown sandalwood coffin was placed in the lobby, and still, An Xuan knelt beside and burned paper money, constantly whispering.

The second grandmother sat outside the hall, staring at the cold coffin in the hall with her eyes glazed and her lips chapped.

The old monk and the little monk chanted scriptures in the courtyard, praying for the blessing of Master An.

"Close the coffin, drop the nails," the butler shouted to the guests who came to mourn. The subordinates raised a cold hammer and smashed it into the coffin nail, and every drop of the hammer made An Xuan's heart hurt very much.

Ling'er, with An Xuan, still chose to go over to help the second grandmother in the courtyard, and several people walked up the hill with the funeral procession, and when they arrived at the grave, the wild wind was blowing wildly, the grass made a swishing sound, and the whistling wind echoed throughout the mountain.

The soil was sealed, and in addition to the reluctant crying on the mountain, there were only tears that fell to the ground.

Still kneeling on the grave, he reached out and grabbed a handful of grave soil, and said, "Godfather, I'm still here to give you the last ride." ”

"No, not still"

"I'm Enron, godfather"

Still choked up.

"I came from outside the sky, I don't know what to do, you came from the side, care for me, my tomorrow you are no longer there, may my tears let you go, may this mountain and river be with you, I am Enron, love your Anran. ”

still wrote this poem on the tombstone of Master An, forever accompanying Master An, life is a lifetime of grass and trees, death seems to end everything for us, but in fact, because of our existence, it has left an indelible mark.

The death of Master An has brought a change in the pattern to Anfu, and the wealth left behind is a blessing or a curse.