"Auntie, she--left!"

When Yan Ruoyu cried and said this, he felt a sudden lantern in front of him, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

The flames splashed onto the lantern paper and immediately lit up. A ball of flame on the ground quickly burned.

The firelight reflected the faces of the three of us, and they became pale and spiritless in an instant. I couldn't believe my ears, so I just looked at Yan Ruoyu crying and said, "What did you say?"

"Cousin, aunt is gone!"

“…”

"I, I have been with her all the time. I thought she was asleep and didn't dare to quarrel with her. However, when I was packing her things, I knocked down the candlestick beside the bed. All the things hit her and she didn't wake up. I felt something was wrong."

“…”

"So, she has-"

I shivered for a moment.

At this moment, I was so panic that I said, and I was sad that all my feelings didn't have time to surge. I just stood there stupidly. After a while, I turned around in a daze and wanted to see Mr. Ma.

A black shadow flashed in front of him, and he had already walked forward.

His figure was so thin in the night, and he kept walking forward step by step at this moment, not fast or slow, as if he was looking for an ending that he had known for a long time. Yan Ruoyu and I followed her, and I only listened to my heavy heartbeat, heavy breathing, and the crying that Yan Ruoyu could not suppress, filled the whole world in an instant.

In the main house, he gradually became panicked.

When I returned to my aunt's yard, there were already people standing here. Almost all the younger generations of the Yan family came. Standing in the yard, Aunt Hong and others stood at the door. Seeing us arrived, Aunt Hong was already crying and walked up to him: "Old man..."

Mr. Ma just raised his hand and walked in without saying anything.

We all followed in.

The room was so quiet, like a place for a person to fall asleep forever. There was a hole in the curtain that was burned by candles. Through the curtain, I could see my aunt lying on the bed at a glance.

It was clearly the same as when I walked.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her lips were pursed, her hair was a little messy, her face was a little tired and pale, as if she was old and in poor spirits, she fell asleep like this - she was obviously what she said when I left, I thought she was just tired and wanted to rest, but she never thought that when she closed her eyes, she would be farewell forever!

At this moment, the sorrow in my heart made me unable to control myself, and I didn’t even have the strength to take another step closer. I could only stand at the door, barely holding on to the door frame, and tears rolled down from my eyes.

With tears in my eyes, I saw Mr. Ma walking inside.

He stopped after walking a few steps away from the bed.

I thought he would say something, or at least show something, but he did nothing and just stood there blankly.

His originally hunched and thin back seemed to be pressed on something at this time, and it seemed like something was pulled out of his body. It was obvious that he was still the same person, but everything was different.

And we didn't even know what to say to him.

After standing for a while, he turned around.

There was no unnecessary expression on the wrinkled face. Maybe it was just because my eyes were filled with tears, and I could no longer see his appearance. I could only hear his old voice with a hint of withered breath, and said softly: "Send the message and let the whole village fast and vegetarian food and keep a spirit for her."

Immediately someone replied: "Yes." Then he ran out in a hurry.

Late in the night, a disturbing noise sounded.

It was not a peaceful night, but this time, even the heart could not be calm.

My tears are still pouring out.

Actually, I don’t know this aunt at all. As the daughter of the Yan family for decades, I only know her name. I know that I have only met for the first time today and have been together for less than half a day. If I really want to talk about feelings, I will not have too deep feelings. But now I see her lying there calmly and thinking about her stubbornness and unyielding life, I can’t control my tears.

Su Su walked over to support me, and whispered softly, "Miss, don't be too sad, pay attention to your health."

I shook my head gently.

At this time, perhaps the one who should be comforted the most is Mr. Ma.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand randomly, and I didn't care about the tears. I walked forward, but saw that after he finished explaining, there was still no trace of sadness. It was so quiet that it was abnormal. When I saw me walking to him, he looked up at me, and there was only deathly quiet and calm on his face.

I said softly: "Old man..."

I want to say, if you are sad, just say it out loud, even if you cry? You are so old and have protected her for so many years. You have the qualification to be sad and cry for her.

But I couldn't say it, but Mr. Ma said softly after looking at me silently for a long time-

"Her wish is gone."

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Things come too quickly and too urgent.

No one is so mentally prepared. Even if everyone knows that she is very old and two years older than Mr. Ma, no matter what, no one would have thought that she would suddenly face such an ending when she first met.

But when Mr. Ma took us to a small house behind Yan Yi's residence, he realized that his aunt and her aunt had prepared for some things.

We cleaned her and changed into the shroud she had prepared for herself. The main house immediately set up a mourning hall.

The soul-suming banner hung high around, swaying gently in the night with the cold wind, as if invisible hands were stroking them. I stood at the gate of the mourning hall, looking at the noisy scene in front of me, and I didn't know whether I was sad or some emotion in my heart.

In fact, at this age, it was a joyful depression to swallow your last breath in your sleep with a smile.

Even she herself probably had such expectations, so she suddenly appeared in front of everyone after decades of silence, and helped us solve the biggest difficulties.

Then, leave.

Some people are destined to be born lonely and die lonely, but their lives are vigorous, more hotter than flames and more lasting than stars.

I took all the juniors of the Yan family to the mourning hall to salute and incense to my aunt.

After doing all this, I was still a little dazed.

I slowly turned around and looked at the crowds of people in the mourning hall. Everyone in the Yan family was here. In addition to the unconscious head, there was Xue Qian. I asked me not to disturb her for the time being. The old and young people in the village also came and kowtowed to Yan Yi outside. Although she had never married and had no descendants, there were many people who gave her.

Especially some girls, they cried particularly sadly.

I looked for a while and comforted Yan Ruoyu, who was almost crying, and turned my head and saw a very lonely figure in the corner - Mr. Ma. He sat on a chair, holding the armrests with both hands, quietly.

It was him who brought people to arrange the mourning hall, and it was him who immediately asked someone to prepare the coffin, even asked someone to see Feng Shui and prepare the tomb.

He handled everything with a calmness that ordinary people could not believe. Everything was so organized and without any disorder. If it weren't for hearing him telling the secret from decades ago, I would even think that he was a person who had nothing to do with the mourning hall.

There is no love and hate, no emotion.

However, I still have some understanding of his current state of mind.

There are some people whose love and hate and sadness are not something that others can see, nor can they understand.

But I still walked over and gently squatted down with the handrail on one side. The old man looked up at me as if he had come to his senses.

I said softly, "Old man, are you here?"

He nodded.

"Do you want it-"

"Need not."

Even in the words, there was no emotional fluctuation, and it was as dry as if it had been exhausted.

Although I understood that feeling, I was still worried about him. After pausing for a while, I said softly: "Old man, if you feel uncomfortable, if you want to say and do something, you must tell me. I, I can--"

I stuttered, afraid of affecting him, but the old man was very transparent. He looked at me with his dark pupils and said softly: "Miss, don't worry. I'm fine."

“…”

"A man in his decades, do you still need someone to help me get through this level?"

“…”

"I've seen it a lot."

“…”

"I won't be confused. She's gone, but the village is still there."

“…”

"My business has not been done yet."

Perhaps, if this old man was really crying, even crying heart-wrenchingly, I would not be as sad as he is now, but I could not shed tears by his calmness and indifference. I choked up and remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded: "Yes."

Everyone has their own path and also their own scenery that they must pass through on the road.

He and Yan Yi have lived through decades of life and naturally see more thoroughly than us. Indeed, there is no room for us to interrupt and say or do anything.

I reached out again, gently stroked the back of his hand and pinched it, and then stood up.

Maybe it was because I had experienced too much today. I had not been able to get a rest so late and endured the pain of my relatives leaving. I was also a little unhealthy. As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy in front of me. I almost fell to the point of being unsteady. Su Su behind me hurriedly came forward to support me: "Miss!"
Chapter completed!