"It's early in the morning, you don't come to eat, where are you going to eat?" Wen put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Wen Qing'an, who had taken off his regular clothes, and asked suspiciously.

Wen Qing'an took out the clothes from the closet, and explained while wearing them: "It's not because of Xue Er's matter, although I left a letter for him last time, I didn't see him at the agreed place, and there has been no news at all in the past two days, I'm a little worried, so I plan to go to the town to have a look today."

Wen Shi heard his father-in-law say this, and complained with a sad face: "This year, we are really messy here, things are one after another, first the court pays grain, and then it is the Tang family's affairs, just a few days later, there is such a big thing in the town, if it goes on like this, it is estimated that this year will not be good."

After Wen Qing'an put it on, he sat down at the dining table, stretched out his hand and filled a bowl of porridge for Wen Anze and Wen Anhao next to him, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "What's the use of saying so much, since the matter is out, it can only be solved." But there are two things I'm most worried about now, one is Xue Er's problem, and the other is the Lin family, Brother Lin even asked me to go to the meeting of Mayor Xiao the day before yesterday, so it can be seen that Aunt Lin is afraid that she won't be able to stay up for long."

Hearing these words, not only the two adults, but even Wen Anze and Wen Anhao looked worried.

Just when the family was eating breakfast tastelessly, suddenly there was a rapid knock on the courtyard door, which shook people's hearts and beat in a panic.

Wen Qing'an and Wen glanced at each other, and after reading the bad look in each other's eyes, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and got up and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

When Wen Qing'an opened the courtyard door, he saw two brothers, Lin Zixiang and Lin Ziqi, who were wearing linen and filial piety, standing at the door. Seeing the two of them like this, the family still didn't know what was going on in Lu Dao.

After the courtyard door opened, Lin Zixiang and Lin Ziqi immediately knelt down in front of Wen Qing'an and his wife, trembling and crying: "Master, master, my grandmother, my grandmother went last night."

Hearing the two brothers crying silently, Wen's tears were also brushed away, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pull the two up from the ground, and said in a choked voice: "Hurry up, good boy, I'm sorry for you." Wen raised his hand to wipe their tears for them, but the tears of the two still ran down her fingers, and after the last moment, Wen actually hugged the two brothers and cried together.

Wen Qing'an waited for the three of them to cry almost before pulling the three of them apart, and said softly: "Zixiang, Ziqi, what about your father?" ”

Lin Zixiang wiped his red eyes with his sleeve, and sobbed: My father and mother are taking care of grandma's funeral at home, so let's report the funeral to my uncles and grandfathers first."

Hearing Lin Zixiang say this, Wen wiped away his tears and said with pity: "You came so early, have you eaten" Seeing that the two shook their heads, the family immediately dragged Lin Zixiang's two brothers back to the house.

After sitting down, Wen Qing'an handed each of them a bun and said, "Let's eat a full meal first, otherwise how will you have the strength to report the funeral door to door." After eating, I'll let Anze go with the two of you, and let him take care of you."

Seeing that Lin Zixiang and the two brothers obediently took the buns and ate them, Wen Qing'an turned his head to look at Wen Anze and said, "An Ze will go with Zixiang and Ziqi later, take care of them, and let them rest if they are tired, but they must not be reckless."

Wen Anhao heard that Wen's father only asked his brother Wen Anze to follow, and he was immediately unwilling, and just opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Wen: "Our family An An is still young, and we can't follow my father and mother to the funeral, so we have to leave someone at home to take care of An An after a while." Also, there are rice and vegetables in the pot, if your father and I can't come back at noon, you can make this food yourself, as for An An, there is porridge there, you can only wronged her to eat that first"

Listening to Wen Qing'an and Wen's arrangement, Lin Zixiang and Lin Ziqi were indescribably moved, and then thinking about the current situation of their own family, the mood that had calmed down became sad again, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Seeing that the two of them were still eating in their mouths, Wen began to cry again, and comforted the two of them distressedly: "Good boy, don't cry, eat first"

Wen Anhao hugged Wen An'an and looked at Wen Qing'an's departing figures, and said in a heavy nasal voice: "An'an, what do you say will happen when people die?" ”

Listening to the deep sadness in her brother's words, even though Wen Anan had already died once, she still couldn't answer this question. Death can sometimes be a matter of fear or a matter of relief, but either way, it is given a sad color.

Maybe it was the first time for Wen Anhao to face death so closely, and there would definitely be confusion and fear in his heart, thinking of this, Wen An'an's soft little hand covered the back of the second brother's fleshy hand, wanting to give him some comfort and strength.

When he felt his sister's warm palm, Wen Anhao lowered his head, and saw that An An's big watery eyes seemed to be full of worry, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and was amused by his own thoughts, what can a doll less than a year old understand, but he still smiled at his sister and said: "Daddy, mother, and brothers scared us An'an just now, don't be afraid, there is a second brother here, nothing to do."

After finishing speaking, Wen Anhao wrapped Wen An'an's collar and carried her back to the house.

On the other side, after Wen Qing'an and his wife separated from the children, they went straight to the Lin family. Because the two brothers of the Lin family were the first to come to their house to report the funeral, when they came to the Lin family, except for the neighbors who lived close to the Lin family, not many villagers in the village came.

As soon as they entered, they saw the people in the courtyard hurrying around. The men began to build a funeral shed under the command of Lin Shaoyu, while the women sat around to help Lin cut paper money and sew filial piety clothes and hats. Seeing this situation, Wen Qing'an and his wife didn't say much, and directly went their separate ways to help.

When Wen just approached here, Lin had already seen it, and after she said a few words to the women around her, she stood up from the mat with two red and swollen eyes, Wen dared to let her get up again, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and pressed her down: "Sister-in-law, don't get up, I'm here to help, not to make trouble."

A simple sentence made the sensitive Lin's eyes red again.

Wen Zhidao said that at this time, he was pale and weak, but he still couldn't help but comfort: "Sister-in-law, you still have to take care of your body, if you fall, what will Brother Lin and the two children do?"

As soon as Wen's words came out, several women next to him also persuaded one after another, although they were all those things over and over again, but they still made Lin's mood a little more stable.

Unlike the Lin family, Lin Shaoyu was methodically guiding the men in the courtyard, except for the tiredness on his face, he didn't look like he had been hit too hard. However, when Wen Qing'an approached him, he clearly saw the pain and sadness hidden in his eyes.

Wen Qing'an greeted the busy men a few words, and then pulled Lin Shaoyu aside and forced him to sit down. Looking at Lin Shaoyu, who was unshaven and haggard, Wen Qingan asked worriedly, "Brother Lin, how long have you not slept?" ”

However, the answer to him was indeed Lin Shaoyu's silence with his head bowed. Wen Qing'an knew that Lin Shaoyu was uncomfortable now, and he didn't dare to push him too hard, so he had to whisper: "The dead are dead, but the living still have to live well, you still have a wife and children, if you fall, the backbone of this family will be gone." Do you want to make the eldest lady feel at ease when she leaves? ”

Hearing the mention of his mother, Lin Shaoyu finally had a written reaction, but he buried his face in the palm of his hand, making it difficult to see the expression.

Unlike the noisy environment in the courtyard, this corner of theirs felt as if it had been abandoned, and the silence was terrifying. Wen Qing'an sat there with Lin Shaoyu in a daze, and didn't speak. It wasn't until after another half of the tea that he heard a buzzing voice from Lin Shaoyu's hand: "Qing'an, my heart hurts"

It was just a few words, but it made Wen Qing'an feel wet in his eyes at this moment.

As the head of the family, when all the burdens are on their shoulders, they have to give up their right to joy, anger and sorrow, and they have to carry a piece of the sky for their wives and children. However, before they were fathers and fathers, they were the sons of a certain person. This person who worked hard to feed them, but when they had the ability to repay, he quietly slipped away from them forever, and from then on, there was no one who loved them the most in this world.

But they didn't want to be seen as weak, and they weren't given time to lick their wounds, just because they were men.

Looking at Lin Shaoyu who was buried in his head, Wen Qingan knew his current mood very well, just because he had also experienced such a heart-rending separation.

Whether it is a physical or mental wound, it will gradually heal with the passage of time, and Wen Qingan also believes that Lin Shaoyu will survive. But for him now, no matter how many words he has, it's just a weak narration, so Wen Qing'an didn't say a word of comfort, he could only pat him on the shoulder hard, wanting to tell him in this way that he was not alone, and that their friends and relatives silently cared for and supported him.