The foggy sky was mixed with a slightly bleak atmosphere.

The main family members of Qingtianguan gathered with the disciples trained by the second master and uncle, and in the early morning filled with dewdrops, in the endless wilderness, this old man who was recognized by everyone as highly respected was buried.

There are only two people who wear linen and filial piety, one is Runzhi and the other is Xian'er, one of them has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and the other is as beautiful as a flower, and it is difficult for ordinary people not to regard them as newlyweds.

The long funeral procession was like a snake circling and moving.

As the team walked, firecrackers were placed, and the desolate sola gongs and drums sounded sparsely, which made the atmosphere even stronger.

Everyone watched the craftsman carry the coffin into the hole, without saying a word, silently just looking at the coffin sprinkled with soil, and the relatives present each held a handful of soil and threw it on the coffin, so that everyone could be regarded as the most sincere consolation for this kind-hearted old man.

The final part of the funeral is the recitation of the memorial words, which are a review of the life of the deceased and a consolation.

"Mountains and flowing water, the fragrance of peach and plum, the aura of opening heaven and earth, thousands of reputations, allusions to success, inclusive of the teachings of the universe, with the flowing water and eternal promises, sending the sun and the moon to die together"

Runzhi word by word, every time he was affectionate, everyone present was moved to tears, and many female disciples had already let out a low sob.

After reciting the sacrificial words, Runzhi's eyes were already soaked with tears, and a look of pain that could not be concealed had never appeared in Runzhi's face as it was now.

If I hadn't agreed to the adult's errand last year, and ran to the distant Yumen Pass, maybe I wouldn't have added these countless thoughts and concerns to the second master, if I cared more about the situation of the second master, maybe even if I was outside, the second master could survive well.

But with so many choices, I chose the answer I was least willing to choose.

God, why do you blame my second uncle for my mistakes, if you can, I am willing to bear all the blame alone.

If I can start all over again, or even give up my life, as long as my dearest and favorite second master survives, I have no regrets.

A lot of things in the world are so ingenious.

The more you don't want it to happen, the more it tends to happen; The more fearful things often happen to you; So the people who care about often come to drive themselves sooner.

A person who is accustomed to such a law of life must be able to be called a qualified social person.

"Senior brother, do you know who my father wanted to see the most before he died?" At the end of the funeral, Xian'er deliberately left Runzhi, because the two had not been in touch for at least a year. This makes the relationship between these two childhood sweethearts a little cracked.

Friendship is like this, and only when it is carefully watered can it bloom into a dazzling flower.

But for Xian'er, the friendship with Runzhi still has some shy taste, whether it is love or not, I can't tell, I can't tell it, it's like an actor standing in the middle of the stage, under the spotlight, only the heartbeat accelerates and produces an abnormal feeling of excitement, which is strange and subtle, but it's really rare.

"Xian'er, who do you think it will be?" , Runzhi's tone is a bit like a relaxed banter, just like the feeling that Runzhi used to make Xian'er happy when he was a child.

"Actually, all along, that person is you!" Xian'er continued, "Last night I had a dream, my father came to see me in the dream, he told me that one of the things he is most proud of in this life is to cultivate the best disciple, that is you, he said that in the future, you will definitely achieve a great cause, or even change the world pattern around us, and create a legendary history of mankind."

"The second master has loved me very much since I was a child, and treated me as his own son, and we have lived together for nearly ten years, and the relationship is not deep", Runzhi guessed what Xian'er meant, just trying to escape some kind of special rope, he didn't like the feeling of being bound, "Actually, I also dreamed of the master last night, and the master told me that I want to take good care of you and my wife in the future!" ”

"Didn't the master tell you about the matter between us?" , Xian'er blushed for this, and finally couldn't help but say it.

Runzhi actually understands Xian'er, but Xian'er is a very simple and kind woman, who grew up in the infinite love of the second uncle since she was a child, and has been favored by all the senior brothers and disciples of Qingtianguan, which is more suitable for a carefree love.

But Runzhi knows that he is worried about the world, he is so ambitious, and he is interested in the world, I am afraid that it is far from the lifestyle of Xian'er's small jasper, so even on the day of the second master's uncle, when this matter is touched, Runzhi must avoid it all.

Runzhi touched Xian'er's head, and wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with a jasmine-scented hand towel for Xian'er, "Sister Xian'er, in fact, I have always regarded you as my own sister, although the second master is gone, but no matter when and where, as long as you call, I will not hesitate to come from Tiannan Haijiao!" ”

"I know, you must be in love with the mysterious woman who always wears a scarf, she must be the appearance of a city of alluring countries, how can I compare with ordinary women, good brother, then you go, I wish you happiness!" , Xian'er kept touching her tears with the handkerchief handed over by Runzhi.

Perhaps only those who have experienced the death of their loved ones know that when a person faces the death of his loved ones, in the face of the judgment of death, he seems to be so powerless, so helpless and lonely, the kind of pain from the bottom of his heart mixed with the reluctance to be separated from heaven and man, and even a little guilt and shame for his relatives.

At this time, people are the most spiritually vulnerable people, eager to be cared for and cared for by those around them, and need more extra love to make up for the lost love.

"Have you ever loved me? Even if it's just such a short second, it's counted", Xian'er touched her tears, and looked at Runzhi with a pair of big tear-stained eyes, at this moment, Xian'er added all her weakness and helplessness to her originally delicate and handsome face, and displayed the softness set off by this atmosphere.

Really, for a woman who has experienced the death of a loved one, the helplessness in her heart has been magnified to the limit, and her mind is empty, and she longs for the same infinite love to fill this empty moment, even if it is false, it is much stronger than nothing.

Runzhi naturally understands Xian'er's feelings, but to be so needed by Xian'er, Runzhi still has a mysterious warmth in his heart, two people who have just experienced a catastrophe, their hearts are often more sympathetic, they are connected by common diseases, and they accept each other more in the depths of their hearts.