Night soon fell, and the redundant people in the mansion were driven back to their rooms, and only the mourning hall was lit by fire. The ashes of the paper money fluttered leisurely, the light of the fire in the brazier reflected my face red, and the reflection of the flames danced in my eyes.

"Miss, it's a little cold, add another piece of clothing!" It was bitterly cold outside, and Chun Tao brought me another piece of clothing, and I glanced at the brazier and shook my head.

"No, it's not too cold."

"Okay."

On the side, Murong had a food box in front of him, and a cup of hot tea, Murong was wearing a thick cotton coat, and a blanket was covered with his knees, and his two hands kept warming up at the brazier.

"Murong, we are here to keep the spirit, and today is the last day with my father." I lowered my eyes and continued to burn paper money.

"Sister, I'm cold." Murong hugged his arms and said to me pitifully.

I sighed deeply, put down the paper money in my hand, took out the cloak that my grandmother gave me this morning from Chun Tao's hand, and turned around to put it on Murong.

"Miss......"

"It's okay...... Ahem......"

"Miss, you're coughing!"

I covered my mouth and pressed Chun Tao's arm with my other hand: "It's okay, don't worry."

Chun Tao helped me pat my back in distress, and a sound of footsteps outside came from far and near, and stopped at the door of the mourning hall.

"The second son is good." Chun Tao turned around and saw the person at the door.

"Let's get these in." Wan Yang's indifferent voice commanded the others.

"Whoa."

A whole bunch of stuff was carried in. There was a small stove, and a few food boxes, and Chun Tao took a mat in his hand.

"Miss, put it under your knees, or you won't be able to stand it tomorrow."

"Hmm."

I lifted my knees off the ground with difficulty, but before I got up, my knees hurt too much, and my legs had no support points, and before Chun Tao could put down the mat, I fell straight to the brazier in front of Murong.

I looked at Murong's eyes that turned from surprise to gloating, knowing that she would not help me, so I had to close my eyes and let myself fall, my right hand was the first to touch the heat, thinking of the size of the brazier, this time, I am afraid that it should be disfigured.

"Miss......"

"Mu Qian......" My left hand was tightly clenched, and before I could open my eyes, I could already feel the flames licking on my face.

I was pulled into a wide embrace with a strong force, Wan Yang's hand trembled slightly as he grabbed me, I withdrew from his arms, thanked him without any waves, and then dragged my two numb legs and knelt down on the mat again.

The man behind had a gloomy face, stood for a long time, and then went out with his sleeves flicked up.

Chun Tao saw Wan Yang's face turn gloomy, and cautiously rubbed over and asked me, "Miss, is it really okay?"

"What will happen?" I'm still calm.

"Wanyang Gongzi looks a little angry."

"It's okay, what's wrong with me?"

Chun Tao looked at me expressionlessly, and didn't speak again.

It was Murong who shamelessly came over to talk to me.

"Sister, did you get hurt just now? I was too scared to react. ”

Hypocrisy disgusts me, but I can't do bad things to my father.

"It's okay, burn me and go directly with my father."

"Miss!"

Murong smiled lightly: "It's unlucky to talk like this, it's better if my sister doesn't fulfill it."

"Do you think that if I don't die, I will have a blessing?" I wasn't happy to hear her say that.

When Murong heard me say this, his expression was a little overwhelmed, and the decent smile on his face fell, and he forcibly said, "Yes."

At nightfall, because of the great rivers and lakes in the city itself, the weather was even more humid and dewy, and although I had cushions under my knees, there was a chill from the ground like pins and needles.

"Spring peach."

"Miss, I'm here."

"Rub my legs for me, I'm unconscious."

Chun Tao walked out from the side, squatted beside me and pressed my leg: "Miss, how are you doing now?"

"Well, it's much better."

"The old lady said, if you don't have a good body, you don't need to kneel anymore."

Murong next to him hurriedly asked Chun Tao: "Really?" Can I go back and rest now? ”

"Second Miss, the old lady said this because Miss has recovered from a serious illness in the past few days."

"What a serious illness has just recovered, obviously I went out to play last night......"

Although Murong only muttered quietly, I still heard it clearly, I put the paper money in my hand into the brazier, turned my head and asked, "How do you know that I went out last night?"

"Not yet a mother...... No, sister, what are you talking about going out to play? ”

"I'll take you with me next time." I picked up the paper money left on the ground and continued to burn it.

"Ah, no, no." Murong squeezed the paper money in his hand tightly.

"Xia Mei, how long is it left?" Murong stopped looking at me and turned his head to ask Xia Mei on the other side.

"There should be another hour."

"Alright, let's all go back and rest, and I'm going to send your father on his last journey soon." Grandma got up so early, and she looked a little older, and she didn't have the energy she used to have.

I looked at my grandmother distressedly: "Grandma, it's okay, I can still hold on."

"It's okay, girl, grandma and your father will stay for a while, you can go back and rest for a while, obedient."

"Okay, grandma, you have to call us if you have something."

"Go, Chun Tao, Xia Mei, help the ladies go back and rest for a while."

"Whoa."

"Whoa."

Chun Tao helped me get up from the mat, slowly dragged my legs out, Murong and the others walked on the other side, I looked back and saw my grandmother's rickety body, supported by Hua Xi, trembling to the side of my father's coffin, reaching out and caressing, like a loving mother caressing her son.

"Miss, let's go."

"Hmm."

I don't know why I suddenly had a feeling of being contrary to my grandmother, my chest was stuffy, and I turned back from the mourning hall to my room step by step.

"Chun Tao, take a break." I sat in my chair with my head propped up, knowing I couldn't sleep.

"I'll sit with Miss."

I didn't have the strength to speak, I just nodded.

I felt like I was sitting in a daze for a long time, I didn't hold my head for a while, and as soon as my hand was released, my head hit the table directly, and the pain made me wake up instantly. Thinking of today's outing, I looked at the men's clothes sent by my grandmother on the bed, and the emotions of losing my father came to my heart.

I got up and turned my back to Chun Tao, and the room was silent, and suddenly unprecedented fear and sadness came at me. It turned out that my strength was so vulnerable, and I lived a carefree life under the protection of my father every day, thinking that I could accompany my father to grow old slowly.

But I didn't know that I would have to face life and death with my father so soon, and I remembered the bits and pieces of my father's happiness, but even if I held it tightly, the memory still flowed from my fingers bit by bit.

When the rain falls outside the window, is it my father who is also crying? The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were falling one after the other, and my tears began to flood like the raindrops outside the window with broken threads.

There was a knock on the door outside, and there were drops of water on the ground. I calmed down, wiped the tears from my face, and returned to my strong and cold appearance to open the door.

"What's wrong?" I opened a crack in the door and looked at the man with the umbrella outside.

"Miss, the old lady said to let you change your clothes, we are ready to go out."

"Good. I'll be out soon. Watching Hua Xi disappear into the rain with an umbrella, I closed the door again, and Chun Tao was already waiting inside.

Rainy days, bad signs. I smiled wryly and shook my head, my father is gone, what if the signs are good or not, my mother has never been seen, there is no eldest brother in the family, there is only one son under my grandmother's knees, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, how can her old man stand it. I had no choice but to disguise myself as a man to deliver a spirit to my father.

Looking at the man in the mirror, although his body is thin, there is no shortage of perseverance in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Chun Tao took out the umbrella standing by the wall and walked with me into the rain.

"Miss, today the prince of Wanyang will come out together as the nephew of the master."

Since that time Wan Yang asked me not to meddle in my affairs, I no longer ask about any matters about him, and today he is my cousin, and I still have to do it on the surface, and I can't lose my courtesy.

"Got it. I will personally give a gift to thank you. ”

In the mourning hall, there was already a pole lifter in front of my father's coffin, and I counted it, thirty-two bars, which was not bad.

"The eldest son kneels!"

I stepped forward, lifted my filial piety robe, lifted the inky robe inside, and knelt on the mat.

"The coffin rises, and the mourning basin falls!"

I took the mourning basin and slammed it on the ground, "popping" and shattering into several petals, I was more like venting, and I kicked it again directly after getting up.

Everyone made me cry and cry, but now I have no tears, everyone says that I am too sad, I just don't want my father to see my vulnerability, I want him to go with peace of mind.

"Up!"

I carried the spirit banner on my shoulders, led the bar with filial piety, and walked majestically in front, step by step, on the muddy road. The drum band in the back played mourning music.

The monks who came to Chaodu chanted all the way, and after my father was buried in the earth, we would invite everyone who helped to have a feast. I don't have many relatives and friends in my family, and naturally there are not many people to hang on, so I arranged it after the spirit.

There are few people at the early funeral, and there are only the sound of firecrackers and funeral music chanting on the streets. On rainy days, the roads are muddy, and it takes a long time to walk one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The rain has been dripping, Chun Tao swayed all the way to help me hold the umbrella, after all, the rain is heavy, an umbrella is useless, I am still soaked, the rain hits the face, and the people who pour it are cold.

My tears mixed with the rain quietly dripped down, the rain crackled on the umbrella surface, and hit my head and face, cutting off the scene outside my eyes, and it felt like the rain would tear us apart in an instant, and the cold of the rain passed through my clothes, broke my skin, and went straight to the depths of my heart.

When I arrived at the cemetery, I, as the eldest son, went to dig the grave soil with a shovel in my hand, so that my father could be buried with peace of mind.

"Buried!"

I watched my father's being let go, knelt down with my legs straight, hung my head to give my father one last step, let the raindrops lap my back, and never got up for a long time.

"Father, I will give you one last step, you can rest assured in the future."