Yan Lanxi looked at the thin figure in the rain, and felt a little distressed inexplicably.

He fainted only briefly that day, after all, he was hit by a horse, and it was impossible to have nothing to do with it. Fortunately, Yun Ying'er has been following, and the delivery was timely, and there was no big problem.

After a few days, as soon as I woke up, I heard a lot of discussion outside, saying that the head of the Mu family had passed away. In the past few days, when I come out to buy medicine, I can always see people with heads and faces coming in and out of Mufu.

He also said that the head of the Mu family had such a big pomp, but when he came out to buy medicine this morning, he saw Mu Qian carrying the spirit flag in front of him, so he couldn't help but follow all the way.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and my thin body would be knocked down at any moment, but I kept kneeling there until my father was buried in the ground.

I looked at the handful of loess in front of me, and buried my father who gave birth to me and raised me, and the sadness in my heart arose. The rain from my hair dripped onto the grave soil in front of me, and I couldn't help it, and for the first time after my father left, I cried out loud.

Because the filial piety clothes on the outside have long been soaked, the color of the clothes inside has come up, and there is a black patch on the back, and I am about to merge with this tomb soil.

I knelt on the spot, half-lying on the ground, crying hoarsely, my right hand pounded the ground hard, and finally my hand involuntarily clenched the soil on the ground.

"Father, how can you go like this...... I haven't honored you yet, I should ...... What should I do...... I don't want you to go...... Can you come back......"

"Miss, Miss, don't talk about it......" Chun Tao threw the umbrella in her hand aside, crying and wrenching my hand, she and I were completely exposed to the rain, the heavy rain washed over me and Chun Tao, and the grave soil rubbed my face.

I took a few more steps on my knees, crawling on top of my father's grave and refusing to walk, as if I were still in my father's arms.

Wan Yang couldn't see me like this, walked up to me from the other side with an obscure face, held an umbrella to help me block the rain, leaned over and grabbed my trembling shoulder with his other hand: "Go back, people can't be resurrected after death."

I shook my head desperately, I hadn't heard the funeral music of the drum band, and the monks had words in their mouths, I can't go, I must accompany my father to the end.

Murong stood on the opposite side with an umbrella and looked at me pitifully, and Hua Xi helped her grandmother to come over in a deep and shallow way.

"Girl, let's go, otherwise your father will not be able to cast in the afterlife when he sees you so sad!"

Grandma is in tears, and she doesn't want her father to go, but she can't delay her father's reincarnation, otherwise she won't be able to vote for people in the next life, which is what her ancestors have said for generations.

Grandma's voice pierced through the rain curtain and hit my eardrums, and I sobbed and straightened up from above, took a few steps back on my knees, put my hands in front of my eyebrows, and kowtowed deeply to my father three times.

Chun Tao pulled me on the ground for a long time and refused to get up, helped me to retreat to my grandmother's side, except for the sound of rain in my ears is the sound of chanting, the funeral has stopped, just waiting for the monk to surpass my father's soul.

Grandma stretched out her hand, put my hand into both palms, and patted gently, I felt the temperature of my grandmother's hand, and what appeared in front of me was my father's smiling face, which gradually drifted into the air.

My tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes like beads with broken threads, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on my face.

"Donor, you can go back, the dead are not there, mourn." The leader of the monk clasped his hands together and walked slowly.

"Okay, I'm tired of the master, you can accept these incense money, and it can be regarded as accumulating yin virtue for my son."

The monk took the money bag and put it in his own bag, still folded his hands, bent down and bowed, and went back with the others.

"We should also go back, let your father go cleanly, remember to come and worship every year, and burn paper money." Grandma clapped my hand again.

"Well, I'll remember coming every year." Because I had just finished crying, I still spoke in a thick nasal voice.

I didn't know how I walked back along the way, it was difficult to walk in the mud, my grandmother stubbornly refused to get into the carriage, and the family helped each other back to the house.

Strange to say, on the way back, the rain gradually stopped, the weather began to clear, and the warm sun made people feel refreshed.

The older generation of people said that the spirit did not go back, so we took a detour to come back, and the oil-paper umbrella in our hands had long been out of rain, and the spring peach was only casually carried in our hands.

"Girl, we won't pass through the city, don't bring any bad luck to the store."

"Okay, let's take the secluded path back home."

The winding path was too far, and it was already noon when I got home. As soon as Grandma came back, she didn't rest, so she was busy gathering the people who had been running in and out of the hall during this time.

Grandma looked at the people of the various families in the hall, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm here today, old lady, and I can't repay you for your help to us during this time, so I can only invite you to have a light meal tonight." After speaking, grandma bowed deeply to everyone with her crutches.

"Old lady, we can't afford this, get up quickly." The older uncle of the Hu family hurriedly stepped forward to help his grandmother.

"I'm really grateful that my old lady can still get everyone's help, and if I need my old lady in the future, just ask."

Everyone said: "Such a trivial matter is not enough to worry about."

Grandma turned to Hua Xi and instructed, "Let the kitchen prepare the meal, and we will thank everyone today."

Hua Xi received the order to go down to make arrangements, and the people in the hall were waiting for Grandma's arrangement.

"Let's eat some snacks first, I will order someone to send it, and everyone should go back and rest first."

People came and walked quickly, so I stepped forward to help my grandmother go back to rest, and asked the doubts I had been thinking about.

"Grandma, why would they help us so much? Especially those official families? ”

The exhaustion in my grandmother's eyes was full of exhaustion, and she didn't tell me, only that those people loved and feared her grandmother, and I didn't understand, but seeing that my grandmother was so tired, I was silent and didn't ask anymore.

"Grandma, go back and I'll wash Grandma's feet, I must be very tired today."

Grandma smiled: "Girl, you don't have to hold on, grandma is already half buried in the loess, it doesn't matter, it's you, you have to cultivate your body."

Speaking of this, my nose was sore, and tears were suffocated back into my eyes.

"Grandma is talking nonsense, grandma is going to live a long life."

"It's okay, people always have to go through life and death, it's just a matter of time."

I started crying again: "But why father?"

Grandma rubbed my head, and the love in her eyes was about to overflow.

"Don't cry, this is fate, everyone has a fate, and it can't be changed, so if something happens, don't think about why you encountered it, what if the peak turns around?"

I cried a lot, but I listened to my grandmother and nodded.

"Chun Tao, go back and let Miss wash well, look like a little flower cat."

"Whoa."

Grandma wiped the dirt off my face and looked at me with relief.

"What about Grandma? Flowery wasn't around. ”

"Silly girl, Huaxi will be back soon, go back and wash up and rest."

"Hmm." When I looked at my grandmother's kind smile, I felt relieved that I still had my grandmother.

At my grandmother's repeated insistence, I followed Chun Tao back to my room, Chun Tao had already prepared the bath bucket for me, I took Chun Tao to wash together, and the two of them washed quietly in it, and they didn't have the desire to speak.

Under the steaming heat, I wiped the water on my face: "Chun Tao, did you say that my father's death was really just an accident?"

Chun Tao was stunned: "Miss, what do you mean?"

"I always feel that things are not so simple, people have died one after another in the house, how can it be such a coincidence?"

Chun Tao twisted her wet hair, stood up from the bucket, and pulled her clothes from the chair next to her: "Miss, then let's not be too lax, what if someone really does something like Miss said?"

The water in the tub gradually cooled, and my hands and feet were soaked and white and wrinkled before I got up from inside, and Chun Tao waited for me to come out with my clothes on the side.

"Miss, let's wear this today, plain."

"Hmm."

When I got dressed, I looked down and arranged the hem of my skirt and saw the pile of men's clothes on the ground, which was full of mud and dirt, and it was not easy to clean up: "Chun Tao, that dress is lost."

Chun Tao looked at it and nodded.

"Let's go to Grandma's first, and then we'll go to the hall together."

"Yes, Miss."

When I was about to go out, I suddenly thought of Murong: "Chun Tao, have you seen Murong since we came back?"

Chun Tao was still squatting on the ground to clean up our dirty clothes, and when she heard this, she looked back at me and shook her head: "I didn't pay attention."

"Well, let's go, let's get back and pack our clothes."

"Miss, your hair hasn't dried yet, it's cold, what should you do if you are infected with wind chill?"

I brushed the hair that hung down from my shoulders and decided to find a headband to tie it up first.

"It's okay, bring the headband."

"Okay."

White can be seen everywhere in the house, and the scene of depression makes people inevitably feel desolate.

Grandma's room was a little far away, and when I passed through the hall, I saw Wan Yang inside, who was busy preparing for the funeral banquet in the evening.

The bereaved family should have prepared a meal for the guests a long time ago, but my family is small, and there are few people who come to pay their respects, so I can only put it to the last banquet together.

The funeral feast is made by the chef of the main house, and the meal is not served on weekdays, but there are at least eight dishes. In the last three days of sutra, send-off, and introduction, a table should be set up to entertain guests, and some as many as 100 tables and seats are all high-class banquets of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they are divided into large religious and Muslim seats, and they also need to prepare vegetarian seats.

He turned around and saw me, and I bowed to him and walked over to my grandmother without stopping.

As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's door, I heard my grandmother's heavy cough, as if she was going to cough out her lungs.

"Grandma!"

Grandma closed her eyes slightly, quietly leaning on the side of the bed to recuperate, her face was pale without a trace of blood, and I saw that Grandma sometimes frowned slightly, and sometimes vomited heavily. Shake wiped her grandmother's hands and face back and forth with a cloth.

Grandma heard me come in and struggled to sit up from the bed, her pale face contorted with pain, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, as if every movement was a great torment.