Changsheng carried Xuejin all the way back to the carriage shed of the inn, put him on the ox cart, went upstairs to pack all their luggage, and then went back to the ox cart shed, sat with Xuejin, and waited quietly for dawn.

Although he was out of breath, Xuejin's face was still flawless, but he had lost his blood, and he looked extremely white at this time.

This night was very long and very short. When the light from outside penetrated in little by little, Changsheng raised his sour eyes and quietly drove the ox cart out of the city and back to his home outside the city.

Along the way, there was no voice that kept whispering in her ears, no person who had to say a few things from time to time for herself to remember, no person who was obviously not used to rough food and clothing but still endured in silence, she was not used to it at all.

She looked back at Xue Jin, who was quiet and unmoving, but hoped that he would say a lot of nonsense to herself as before, so that she would not feel this loneliness again.

The old scalper also seemed to know the sadness of his master, and he was a little unaccustomed to the fact that no one else called him a few times from time to time.

It's just that the person who talks a lot can't speak anymore at this time.

Back in the desolate courtyard, Changsheng sat on the threshold for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to step into it. Because she knew that when she stepped inside, she would be faced with the situation of being the only one in the whole courtyard.

At this time, it was the spring when the flowers were blooming, and many flowers were blooming on the grass outside, The faint fragrance of flowers and the smell of grass came over, and Changsheng smelled this refreshing smell, and only felt a burst of melancholy.

is obviously a person who is so afraid of the cold, Occupy the fire kang all day long and refuse to go away, but he died in the spring when the flowers are blooming, and it is about to be warm and comfortable......

No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Changsheng decided to fulfill Seoljin's last wish. She set up a fire at the back of the courtyard near the river, piled all the firewood on it, and spread two quilts on top of it, trying to make the surface as smooth and soft as possible.

After all, Xuejin is the most squeamish, and if he sees it, he should pick and choose.

Originally, Changsheng was a very quick worker, but at this time, for some reason, her hands and feet were weak, and she almost fell to the ground. Although I quickly persevered again, I always felt that my limbs were sore. Probably, she was sick.

However, this is not something that can be done in a short time, and her grandfather once told her that the corpses of soldiers who died of epidemic in the barracks had to be burned in time, and that the fire had to be large enough to burn the corpses almost as far as possible. If there is only one skeleton left, Xuejin will definitely protest again with dissatisfaction. After all, his last wish was to have his ashes spilled into the river or float away in the wind. A skeleton of bones can't float away with the wind, right?

In addition, Changsheng was the only one who was alone, and after the fire was set up, she suddenly discovered that the sun was about to set.

Placing Seokjin's body on the firewood stack, Changsheng looked at his delicate face as if he was asleep, and always felt a little unreal. It is said that after a person dies, his face will become very scary, but Xuejin's face has not changed at all? It's still so good-looking. So, could he not have died at all?

Thinking of this, Changsheng's heart jumped, and then he immediately put his head close to his chest to listen, but unsurprisingly, he didn't hear anything.

Slowly straightening up, Changsheng finally had to admit the bad news. Seokjin is really dead.

Her lips trembled slightly, but Changsheng held back, in fact, she hadn't cried since she brought Xue Jin back to the ox cart last night.

Just as Changsheng was thinking about why he didn't cry, suddenly, a small petal floated to the tip of his nose. Stretched out his hand to take down this small petal, Changsheng looked at it fixedly, and was slightly surprised, this petal ......

Looking back at the place where the petals came from, which floated out from the gap in the curtain of the oxcart, Changsheng was silent for a moment, stepped forward and lifted the curtain, and then saw that the pot of fragrant incense that was still blooming on the way back was quietly falling petals at this moment.

Those small, thin petals were blown by the wind, and they flew out and fell on the tip of his nose.

"Whew-"

At this time, a warm spring breeze blew, and the lush incense pile snow petals fell one after another, and were swept away by the wind, like a rain of petals, all falling on Xuejin lying on the quilt.

Those petals gently brushed against Xuejin's face, hair, and hand on his abdomen, like a silent requiem, comforting the soul that had been wandering for decades and finally found rest.

Changsheng stared at this picture for a long time, and suddenly tears rained down.

Xuejin, you once asked me so many times how long the flowering period of Xiangdui Snow is, I thought it would be the whole spring, it turned out that its flowering period was only three days......

The faint sound of sobbing echoed through the vast heavens and the earth, and the wind around them gradually stopped, as if they were also grieving for the deceased.

When Changsheng finally wiped away his tears, the occasional wind around him was already a little cooler. She finally stopped hesitating, held a torch, and slowly approached Xuejin. Da Lin Erlin beside him kept whimpering, as if he was retaining. The flames were approaching the oiled firewood, just as they were approaching.

A tall figure dressed in white suddenly appeared in mid-air in front of Changsheng.

It was a man who couldn't describe what it was like, and there was a contempt from above. But at the first glance of it, Changsheng knew that it was a monk, and he was also a monk with a high level of cultivation. After all, this person can stand in the air with nothing under his feet.

Why is the monk here? Could it be that Seokjin was also a former friend?

The monk looked down at the quiet Xuejin, a little disappointed, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

"Tsk, I've been looking for so long and I'm dead? It's a waste of time, it's still a good stove, but it's a little stronger. ”

Changsheng only felt that the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head at this moment!

The man glanced at Changsheng and sideways his eyes in slight disgust. How can there be someone who looks so ugly?

However, the monk did not speak, but only glanced at Changsheng haughtily and said his own path.

"You can call me, Haoyue Ancestor."

After speaking, seeing that Changsheng did not move, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then waved his hand as a matter of course.

"Child, Benjun is in a bad mood today, if you don't want to die, answer Benjun's question honestly."

"Also, get out of the way, it's a pity that such a good furnace has a good physique."

Changsheng only felt that the blood that had gathered in her head almost set her whole body on fire in an instant!

(End of chapter)