This is a sentence of torture, but also a sentence of trust.
The fire that had been hidden in my heart for a long time was ignited again.
I want to revive the spirit of Jianghu!
Moreover, Uncle Ya knew that his old friend would definitely die, but he still chose this path.
God knows how much pain he feels in his heart!
At such a high cost, if I took a step back, I would be sorry to Uncle Ya and Lao Lin.
My knees weakened and I knelt directly on the ground, banging my head and kowtowing: "Master!"
I struggled for a long time before, but I still couldn't make up my mind.
Now, Uncle Ya has lost a close friend, and I give him back an apprentice!
Uncle Ya laughed: "Get up, I won't accept you."
"ah?"
I knelt on the ground, at a loss: "This, this..."
"Since you want to take over this burden, you and I must draw a clear line. You must remember not to let anyone know your weaknesses."
For a moment, I could neither stand nor kneel.
"Three times of searching wells will produce good water. People who have learned three times will be more capable. I'll accept this one. I'm not bad at what I have to teach you."
"Bang!"
I kowtowed again: "Thank you, master!"
Uncle Ya did not respond. Instead, he looked at Lao Lin on the bed and let out a long sigh.
"You know the funeral parlor well, I'll leave Lao Lin's affairs to you. Don't be afraid of spending money, and don't skimp on the things you need to buy."
"do not worry!"
That day, we took Lao Lin back to the funeral home.
Ji Canghai and Chen Jiayan went back first. From the moment they entered the gate, they saw loess paving the road and clear water splashing down the street.
The mourning hall was filled with flowers, and even the carpet at the entrance was made of flowers.
Uncle Ya looked at the countless elegiac couplets and wreaths, nodded, and sighed again.
"I have been wandering for half my life, and my life is as cheap as grass. If I can get a whole coffin, it is worth it."
Uncle Ya personally put Lao Lin into a Chinese tunic suit, giving Lao Lin his last bit of dignity.
The spirit was suspended for three days, and Uncle Ya stayed there for three days.
He just sat next to Old Lin, holding Old Lin's long flute across his side and blowing non-stop until his lips were chapped and blood oozed out.
The sound of the long flute sounds like weeping and complaining.
The notes slowly rose with blood, sticking to every corner of the mourning hall, refusing to leave.
On the day of the funeral, I carried the coffin for Lao Lin, and Ji Canghai held the photo of the deceased, and they were beaten and beaten until the funeral was over.
When everything was settled, Uncle Ya stood in front of the brand new tombstone and did not leave for a long time.
"Click!"
Uncle Ya cut Chang Xiao into two pieces, put half into Uncle Ya's arms, and burned the other half to ashes.
"Old Lin, we are both half and half. If you miss me, just tell me."
With trembling hands, he touched the tombstone one last time: "I still have something to do, I'll come back when I'm done."
Uncle Ya pulled away his hand, leaving only a trace of fresh tears on the tombstone.
A new grave is added to the ground, and an old person is lost.
Uncle Ya walked very resolutely, without turning around every step of the way, or even casting another glance.
After coming out of the cemetery, I asked Uncle Ya to go back and wait for me. The matter at the funeral home had to be properly handled.
When I returned to my long-lost dormitory, there was even a layer of dust on the bed.
When I thought about not coming back again, I felt a little reluctant.
The atmosphere was very depressing, and everyone kept silent with a tacit understanding, and no one was willing to say a word first.
They all heard what Uncle Ya said.
From now on, I will have to set up a stall to tell fortunes. I basically can’t stay in a funeral parlor.
Our patchwork team seems to be coming to an end.
These people are all here for me, so the words should come from my mouth.
"Don't look so miserable." I forced a smile and said, "The salary from the funeral home is enough to support a family."
"You, you guys do a good job here."
These words were like sharp scissors, piercing my heart.
I didn't want to separate, but Uncle Ya put all his money on me and even sacrificed Lao Lin.
How could I back down!
