Jing Qingran is fragile, I am afraid that the person who knows best in this world is only Mu Zhengchen.

Alas, he is dead.

Jing Qingran's health is not very good, since Mu Zhengchen's death, her physical condition has been getting worse day by day.

Her children and grandchildren also came to visit her often.

……

Two years later, Jing Qingran's health was really bad to the point that she could only lie in bed, looking up at the window, her life could not take care of herself, and everything depended on the maid to take care of her.

Mu Yuhua, her daughter, came to her side to accompany her.

Jing Qingran always burst into tears when she looked at this aging daughter.

People in this era have a long lifespan, and it is very common to live to be a hundred years old.

Jing Qingran is more than 100 years old, and Xiaoyu is also 70 or 80 years old.

"Mom, don't be sad." Mu Yuhua used a handkerchief to help her wipe her tears.

"Daughter, after Mom leaves, bury me next to your father." Jing Qingran looked at her with tears in her eyes, and her voice seemed to be lost.

Xiaoyuhua still understood her words and nodded to her.

"I don't have long to live, but I live this life, and it's worth everything." Jing Qingran said, "I don't have any last wishes, I just hope that your children and grandchildren can be safe and happy." ”

Rain Painting nodded.

Jing Qingran reached out and touched her face.

Xiao Yuhua reached out and grabbed her hand and put it on her face.

Jing Qingran looked at her like this, and looked at her for a long, long time.

Outside the window, the sun had completely set, and the sky was gradually darkening.

……

Three days later, Jing Qingran died.

The Mu family was in mourning.

Following her last wishes, she was buried next to Mu Zhengchen's grave.

Mourning, for a long time.

Her three children kept filial piety for her for three years, along with their father's filial piety.

……

The sun always sets, and so does the moon.

After Jing Qingran died, her relics were taken care of by her daughter Xiaoyuhua.

Xiaoyu painted this child, she has been very quiet and stable since she was a child, and she is meticulous in her work, Jing Qingran is very relieved to her, and she can be regarded as reassuring to go.

The loquat tree that Jing Qingran planted in the courtyard outside the villa had just sprouted.

Little Umbrella would often come to his parents' graves to see them.

Jing Qingran was lying quietly in the grave, Mu Zhengchen was lying next to her not far away, the wind and rain were blowing, these two people were together, and they would not be afraid.

Jing Qingran is most afraid of thunder, every time there is thunder, Mu Zhengchen will hold her in his arms, even if he doesn't say anything, Jing Qingran leans on his arms, and he will feel very relieved.

Jing Qingran's dependence on him is really strong, so strong that he is dead, and I hope he can always hold himself and comfort himself.

The past is deep, I hope it will never become a passing cloud!

"Father, mother......" the little umbrella shouted, and then, slowly, kneeling in front of the graves of the two of them, kowtowing respectfully, "May you always be in the spirit of heaven." ”

The affection between his father and his mother, he could see clearly as a son, such a loving couple who envied others, and they spent their whole lives together, which was a remarkable thing!

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth I wish to be a branch. This phrase is a good way to describe them.

The little umbrella was still kneeling in front of his parents' graves, and he hadn't gotten up yet.

This is what he wants, no one asks for him, and no one persecutes him.

He knelt here for a long, long time.

……

(Writing this, I really shed tears while writing, the two of them died and were buried next to each other's graves, but they had a really good life in this life, and they finished this life completely, I believe, they have no regrets, this is very satisfying.) Other details are not too described, and for the author, the more he writes, the more reluctant he will be. ）

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