In the third year of Chenghua, Wen Wan began to live very smoothly this year, and in the second half of the year, Lin Mu's body gradually deteriorated. used medicine to hang her life, but the blind doctor said that it was not easy for her to survive all these years, and this life was hung for a while, and it was impossible to save it.

Compared with Lin Yuan's anxiety, Father Lin and Mother Lin were calm, Father Lin stayed by Mother Lin's side every day, but his hands were so shaky that he couldn't feed medicine, so he was also watching her carefully and guarding her.

Even He Mu said that his grandfather seemed to have changed as a person, no longer losing his temper with his grandmother, no longer finding fault with his grandmother's shortcomings, and his grandfather became gentle.

Mother Lin was getting weaker day by day, and Wen Wan sent a letter to invite Lin Laosan over to the capital.

Knowing that she sent a letter to her third son, Mother Lin took her hand when Wen Wan came to scrub her on this day, and said with tears: "Child, marrying our old Lin family has suffered you all these years, and the third child's affairs, you and the sixth child will not care about it in the future, ah?" ”

Wen Wan smiled and said to her: "Where is the bitterness, the second elder is kind, A-Yuan also feels sorry for me, and it is my blessing to marry into the Lin family." Third brother, we will take care of what should be managed, and what should not be managed, Lin Yuan and I also know it in our hearts, you can rest assured. ”

Mother Lin smiled at her, turned her head to look out the window, and said, "It's snowing, it's time to eat laba porridge, right?" ”

"Yes."

Wen Wan went out and cooked a bowl of fragrant laba porridge for her mother-in-law and brought it to her and said: "I used to be willing to eat once a year, but after so many years, I have lived a good life for many years, but now I eat it is still rare, you can also taste it, I am optimistic about the delicious food." ”

Seeing that the little grandson was eating with relish on the side, Mother Lin suddenly had a little appetite, and even drank a small bowl of laba porridge.

In this way, even if she can still feed a little food every day, Lin Mu's consciousness is gradually becoming less sober. Many times she is asleep with her eyes closed, and occasionally she says a few words, which are also vague.

Father Lin was always by her side, and after Mother Lin couldn't talk to her, he talked a lot, talking about the things of the year, saying that when she first got married, she couldn't even cook a meal, and that he broke his leg when he went hunting in the mountains in order to buy her a piece of good food.

Wen Wan, who came over to serve the sick every day, listened to Father Lin talk a lot about the things of the year, and then looked at him with tears in his eyes, holding Mother Lin's hand.

At the end of October of this year, Mother Lin finally went.

In the days of the funeral, not only Lin Laosan returned to Qingzhou with the Fang family, but Ah Xian Yuanbao also returned home with his family, wearing linen and filial piety.

The coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and Cheng Danqingya, who was dressed in plain clothes, bowed to her when she saw Wen Wan.

Wen Wan's eyes were red, and she stepped forward to pat their hands and whispered, "Good boy." ”

"Mother." The two of them replied in a low voice, looking deferential.

Wen Wan didn't speak again, waved her hand and asked them to kowtow to the spirit with their husbands.

Ah Xian said loudly, "My grandson is not filial, I am a step late, and I hope that my grandmother will know about it and forgive my grandson for the crime of unfilial piety." ”

As he spoke, he kowtowed, and Yuan Bao waited for the rest of the people to follow him and bow down to the coffin. After waiting for the ceremony to be done, after a while, Lin Yuan took them out of the mourning hall.

And Wen Wan, who added a little oil to the ever-bright lamp, knelt alone on the bedding.

Not long after, Lin Yuan walked in and knelt beside her.

Wen Wan looked back at him and saw that he had taken his cloak and draped it over hers. The corners of her mouth moved slightly, and then she gathered the oversized cloak over her and whispered to him, "What about the child?" ”

"Mother-in-law takes care of it."

Wen Wan turned her head and lowered her eyes. At that time, Lin Laosan also came with the Fang family, and knelt down quietly next to Lin Yuan and his wife.

Only Father Lin, a widowed old man, has been smiling since Mother Lin passed away, and he doesn't see the slightest sadness, so that the people who want to comfort him don't know where to start, and even feel cold in his heart.

On the day of the funeral, Lin Laohan fell on the funeral road, and his face was covered with blood, but he still wiped it casually, and there was a little smile on the corner of his dry mouth.

Lin Yuan stepped forward to help, but he only said nothing. made Wen Wan's heart beat a drum, afraid that her father-in-law would not be able to think about it, so she hurriedly ordered someone to watch it day and night.

The subordinate who came back to restore his life said that there was nothing wrong with the old man, he just sat motionless holding Lin Mu's relics, one hour, two hours, one day and two days, all like this......

After a few days, the anxious Lin Yuan knocked on the door and went in to accompany his father.

The door was not locked, and Father Lin did not turn his head back, and continued to hold his old wife's relics.

When there was no one in the middle of the night, Lin's father, who was holding the relics, said to his son: "I have been thinking that I am busy for her good all my life, for her and for you, I have never paid attention to her complaints, and I have never heard her say a word."

When your mother was very sick, she said to me, "Can you listen to me?"

In order to make her happy, I said, "I will listen."

Your mother said that if I die, you will be sad. But I don't want to see you and hear you cry, you have to happily help me get the rest done, you haven't promised me anything in your life, just once, okay? ”

After he finished speaking, there were tears in his eyes, but the tears did not fall out: "Sixth, I didn't buy her a piece of good material until your mother died." ”

Lin Yuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say words of comfort.

He could only watch his father's spirit deteriorate day by day, and the time in a daze became longer and longer, and sometimes he couldn't make a sound in a day. On the second day after Lin's mother's 100 days, Lin's father dressed neatly, lay quietly on the bed where Lin's mother slept, and left without warning.

Lin Yuan rubbed his father's back the day before and drank two glasses of wine with him, but when he woke up, Father Lin was no longer breathing, he counted this day, made all preparations, and left silently.

When he made a bed for Father Lin, Lin Yuan's eyes were dark, and he knew that if he fell down at this time, Wen Wan would be very worried, but he was powerless to think about it, his body was already out of his control, and he fell straight and backwards.

In the middle of the night, Lin Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at the oil lamp that had not been extinguished, and said to the woman sleeping beside him, "Wanniang, my heart hurts. ”

Wen Wan sat up abruptly when she heard this, didn't want to take the box next to the pillow, helped him gently, and put the heart-saving pill into her mouth.

I took the hot ginseng tea that was warm next to the bed, blew it vigorously a few times and tested the temperature, and then fed him a few sips.

After the hot tea was down, Lin Yuan vomited for a while before he came back to his senses, and then tears fell from the corners of his eyes for no reason.

This is his father, and his mother was buried in November. Now it's his father.

It was only when they were lost that he knew how much it hurt, and that he would never see them again.

"You still have me, sleep. It's okay, everything will pass, and sunny days will come. Wen Wan touched his cold face and put the big hand that covered his eyes on her heart.

After a long time, he cried out all his sadness, and when he was extremely tired, he called softly: "Wan Niang." ”

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