Xiao Yifeng heard the movement and walked in.

After twelve years, he has grown into a slender and handsome boy.

As soon as he spoke, it was a deep and beautiful male voice, "Master, what happened?" ”

Mohe was shrouded in deep sadness and couldn't hear anything.

Xiao Yifeng said it three times in a row.

Mo He reacted, and said in a muffled voice: "My grandmother, my grandmother, she, ...... passed away."

His heart hurt so much that he couldn't say anything.

When Xiao Yifeng heard this, his scalp began to tingle.

He hurriedly walked to the side of the bed, bent down to hug the old lady, "Send it to the hospital!" Send it to the hospital, maybe you can save it! ”

Mo He shook his head weakly, "It's useless, I haven't been breathing for a long time, and my hands are cold." It's all to blame on me, for sleeping too deeply, for not coming over sooner. If I had come sooner, my grandmother might have been saved. ”

Seeing him so sad.

Xiao Yifeng was very distressed.

He leaned over and hugged him from behind and comforted, "Master, mourn, mourn. Great-grandmother died without illness and died without any sin. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, no one can fight against them, you should be strong. ”

But Mohe didn't know how to be strong.

His grandmother is his only blood relative in this world, the only one.

Now even she is gone from him.

Mohe felt lonely as he had never been, like a night man who hesitated in the wind and snow.

My heart was so painful that it shrunk into a lump of flesh, and I couldn't breathe.

He was so grieved that he couldn't help himself, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

It turned out that I was so sad that people were confused, dull, and their neuralgia was numb, and they couldn't cry.

Xiao Yifeng hurriedly went upstairs to find his parents.

When Gu Beixian and Su Wu heard this, they quickly got dressed and went downstairs.

The two went to the old lady's room.

Seeing the ink crane lying on top of her, her originally slender and straight body was bent out of shape, and her handsome face was so pale that it lost its blood.

He was shaking.

No matter how invincible he is, he can't withstand birth, old age, sickness and death.

Gu Beixian walked to the bed, tried the old lady's breathing, and rolled her eyelids again, her eyes were already cloudy, and her pupils were dilated.

It's been a while since I passed away.

Gu Beixian sat down beside Mo He, raised his hand around his shoulder, and patted his shoulder with his palm, "If you want to cry, cry out, it will be better to cry." ”

But Mohe still couldn't cry.

I can't cry.

Grief spreads like ink in his chest, getting thicker and thicker, but there is no outlet for it.

In the chaos.

Mo He heard Gu Beixian say again: "If you want to open up, you still have us, there is a little Yifeng." Xiao Yifeng is the reincarnation of your master, you said that you would accompany him for the rest of your life, you can't have anything to do. Your master can be reincarnated, and your grandmother may be able to do it too. ”

Mo He shook his head indifferently, "My master is a master of the Dao, and there is a possibility of reincarnation. My grandmother is an ordinary person and can't turn around. Master said he would stay with me for the rest of my life, and I said I would stay with my grandmother for the rest of my life, but they all left me one by one. Why is this happening? Why? ”

A deep sense of powerlessness tormented him inch by inch.

Gu Beixian hugged him tightly and slowly closed his eyes.

He and Xiao Yifeng accompanied Mohe until dawn.

Mohe remained motionless, never leaving his grandmother, holding her hand all the time.

It's time to deal with the aftermath.

Gu Beixian let go of him, got up, and went out to make a phone call.

He instructed his assistant to prepare the shroud and coffin, and to find the funeral staff.

It's arranged.

Gu Beixian returned and said to Mohe: "I will send someone to build a mourning hall and bury me in three days." Is it okay to be buried in the cemetery of the old lady's mother's house at that time? Buried with your grandfather. ”

Mohe nodded mechanically, "Let's be buried together, with my parents, brother and grandfather by my side, my grandmother won't be so lonely." The mourning hall is set up in an old house of her grandmother's mother's house, which is also what she meant. ”

"Where's the old house?"

"In the countryside, not far from her ancestral grave."

"Okay, give me the address."

Mohe took out his mobile phone and gave him the address.

Soon, someone came to carry the old lady to the hearse.

Mo He followed quietly, not saying a word, still not a single tear.

Xiao Yifeng followed him inseparably, for fear that he would not be able to think about it for a while and commit suicide again.

He was brought up by him, and he was also a brother, a father and a master.

The group took a car to the old house in the countryside of the old lady's mother's house.

The house is large and has been abandoned for many years.

Although it is old and dilapidated, it can be seen that it cost a lot of money to build it back then.

The people brought by Gu Beixian quickly built the mourning hall.

Invite professional funeral personnel to wipe the old lady's body with their hands and feet, change into a shroud, and put funeral items.

The black eyes of the black crane stared at his grandmother in a shroud, standing motionless, like a birch tree in the cold snow.

During the wake, Gu Beixian, Xiao Yifeng and Gu Aoting took turns to accompany him.

Looking at him, to be exact, to prevent him from thinking about it.

In the past few days, Mohe has not eaten or drunk, and he has not eaten or dripped.

Gu Aoting forced him to eat, but he refused to eat.

The last night of the vigil.

Mohe told everyone to go back.

He was going to spend the night alone with his grandmother.

Everyone is not at ease, especially Xiao Yifeng.

Xiao Yifeng said: "Master, I'm not leaving, I want to accompany you, I can't live without Master." ”

Mo He heard his worries and replied: "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide, I promise to protect you, and I will do what I say." ”

Seeing the persuasion, the people did not move, so they had to leave.

It was late at night.

It's quiet.

Only the whirring wind and the occasional cooing of owls could be heard in the distance.

Mohe's eyes stared unblinkingly at the picture of his grandmother embedded in the coffin, and a heavy sadness permeated his body.

The heart was dull and painful, and the pain was like a knife.

He regretted that he did not get married before his grandmother's death.

Maybe he should be selfish, whether he likes it or not, be irresponsible, find a random woman to marry, and have a few children.

When my grandmother died, did I have no regrets?

With a child in tow, my grandmother may be in a better mood and will not die so early, right?

Mohe regretted it.

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, there was a very light footstep in my ears.

Footsteps are getting closer.

Mo He didn't look back, but he could hear that it was a woman, with a light step and weighing less than 100 catties.

It should be Su Wan.

guessed that she must have come to persuade herself to mourn.

Mo He didn't look back, stared at his grandmother's coffin, and said to the visitor: "Sister Wu, go back, go back and have a good rest, don't worry about me, I'm fine." ”

The footsteps still don't stop.

The ink crane smelled a trace of elegant aroma in his nose, which was very good.

It injected a touch of warmth into this dry and bitter winter night.

The man walked up to him lightly and sat down on the floor.

Mohe was just about to turn back.

The slender figure had leaned against him, a pair of slender arms hugging his strong waist.

No woman had ever been so bold as to hug his waist.

Mo He's body instinctively tightened.

Turning his head, he lowered his eyes to look at the woman behind him.

Just about to make a move, when he saw her face clearly, Mo He was slightly surprised, and his mood instantly fluctuated.