Xiao Yifeng heard the noise and walked in.
Twelve years later, he has grown into a slender and handsome young man.
As soon as he spoke, it was a clear and pleasant male voice, "Master, what happened?"
Mo He was shrouded in deep sadness and couldn't hear anything.
Xiao Yifeng said it three times in a row.
Only then did Mo He react, and said in a muffled and painful voice: "My grandma, my grandma, she passed away..."
His heart ached so much that he couldn't even say anything because of the pain.
When Xiao Yifeng heard this, his scalp began to feel numb.
He hurriedly walked to the bed and bent down to hug the old lady, "Send her to the hospital quickly! Send her to the hospital, maybe she can be saved!"
Mo He shook his head feebly, "It's useless, I haven't breathed for a long time, and my hands are cold. It's all my fault, blame me for sleeping too deeply, blame me for not coming here earlier. If I had come here earlier, my grandma might still be saved."
Seeing him so sad.
Xiao Yifeng was extremely distressed.
He leaned over and hugged him from behind, comforting him: "Master, my condolences, my condolences. Grandma Zeng died without any illness and died without any sin. Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature. No one can resist it. Just be strong."
But Mo He didn't know how to be strong.
Grandma is his only blood relative in this world, the only one.
Now even she has left him.
Mo He felt lonely as never before, like a person returning home at night in the wind and snow.
My heart was so painful that it shrank into a tight lump of flesh, and I couldn't breathe.
Even though he was so sad that he couldn't help himself, he couldn't shed a single tear.
It turns out that it is so sad that people are confused and dull. Their nerves are so painful that they are numb and cannot even cry.
Xiao Yifeng hurriedly went upstairs to find his parents.
Upon hearing this, Gu Beixian and Su Hua quickly got dressed and went downstairs.
The two came to the room where the old lady lived.
Seeing Mo He lying on top of her, his originally slender and straight body was bent out of shape, and his handsome face was so pale that it lost all color.
He was shaking all over.
No matter how invincible his skills are, he cannot withstand birth, old age, illness and death.
Gu Beixian walked to the bed, tested the old lady's breathing, and rolled her eyelids. Her eyes had long been cloudy and her pupils were dilated.
Been dead for a while.
Gu Beixian sat down next to Mo He, put his arms around his shoulders, and patted his shoulders lightly, "Cry if you want to, it will make you feel better."
But Mo He still couldn't cry.
I can't cry no matter what.
Grief spread like ink in his chest, getting thicker and thicker, but he couldn't find an outlet.
In chaos.
Mo He heard Gu Beixian say again: "Be careful, you still have us and Xiao Yifeng. Xiao Yifeng is the reincarnation of your master. You said you would stay with him for the rest of your life, so nothing can happen to you. Your master If you can reincarnate, maybe your grandma can too."
Mo He shook his head numbly, "My master is a master of Taoism and has the possibility of reincarnation. My grandmother is an ordinary person and cannot be reincarnated. Master said that he would stay with me for the rest of his life, and I said that I would stay with my grandma for the rest of my life, but none of them could Leave me. Why is this happening? Why?"
A deep sense of powerlessness tortured him inch by inch.
Gu Beixian hugged him tightly and slowly closed his eyes.
He and Xiao Yifeng stayed with Mo He until dawn.
Mo He remained motionless, never leaving his grandmother, his hand always holding her hand.
It's time to deal with the aftermath.
Gu Beixian let go of him, stood up, and went out to make a phone call.
He ordered his assistant to prepare the shroud and coffin and find the funeral personnel.
Arrangements completed.
Gu Beixian came back and said to Mo He: "I will send someone to set up the mourning hall and bury him in three days. Then he will be buried in the old lady's natal cemetery, okay? Buried with your grandfather."
Mo He nodded mechanically, "Let's bury them together. With my parents, brother and grandpa with me, grandma won't be so lonely. The mourning hall will be set up in an old house of grandma's natal family, which is what she wanted."
"Where is the old house?"
"It's in the countryside, not far from her family's ancestral grave."
"Okay, give me the address."
Mo He took out his cell phone and gave him the address.
Soon, someone came to carry the old lady to the hearse.
Mo He followed quietly, without saying a word and still unable to shed a single tear.
Xiao Yifeng followed him closely, fearing that he would lose his mind and commit suicide again.
He was raised by him, and he was also his brother, father and master.
A group of people took a car and arrived at the old lady’s natal house in the country.
The house is large and has been abandoned for many years.
Although it is old and dilapidated, it can be seen that a lot of money was spent on its construction.
The people brought by Gu Beixian quickly built the mourning hall.
The professional funeral personnel hired quickly wiped the old lady's body, put on her shroud, and placed the funeral items.
Mo He's dark eyes were staring at the grandmother in the shroud, standing there motionless, like a birch tree in the cold snow.
During the few days of the vigil, Gu Beixian, Xiao Yifeng and Gu Aoting took turns accompanying him.
To be precise, look at him to prevent him from thinking too hard.
In the past few days, Mo He didn't eat or drink, and he couldn't drink any water.
Gu Aoting forced him to eat, but he refused to eat.
The last night of the wake.
Mo He asked everyone to go back.
He wants to spend the night alone with his grandmother.
Everyone was worried, especially Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng said: "Master, I won't leave. I want to stay with you. I can't live without Master."
Mo He heard his worry and replied: "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide. I promised to protect you and I will keep my word."
Seeing that they could not be persuaded, everyone had no choice but to leave.
Late at night.
It was quiet all around.
All that could be heard was the whistling of the wind and the occasional owl cooing in the distance.
Mo He stared unblinkingly at the photo of his grandmother embedded in the coffin, with deep sadness filling his body.
My heart aches dully, like a knife.
He regretted not starting a family and getting married during his grandmother's lifetime.
Maybe you should be selfish and just find a random woman to marry and have a few children regardless of whether he likes it or not, whether he is responsible or not.
When grandma passed away, were there no regrets?
With the child dragging her around, grandma might be in a better mood and wouldn't die so early, right?
Mo He regretted it too much.
I do not know how long it has been.
Suddenly, the sound of very light footsteps came to my ears.
The footsteps are getting closer.
Mo He didn't look back, but he could tell that the person was a woman, with light steps and weighing less than a hundred pounds.
It should be Su Hua.
I guess she must also be here to persuade me to express my condolences.
Mo He didn't look back. He stared at his grandmother's coffin and said to the visitor: "Sister Hua, go back and have a good rest. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
The footsteps continued.
Mo He smelled a hint of elegant fragrance in his nose, which smelled very good.
Injecting a touch of warmth into this dry, cold and painful winter night.
The visitor walked gently behind him and sat on the ground.
Mo He was about to turn back.
The slender figure had leaned against him, and a pair of slender arms hugged his strong waist.
No woman has ever been so bold as to hug his waist.
Mo He's body tensed instinctively.
He turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at the woman behind him.
Just as he was about to take action, Mo He was slightly surprised when he saw her face clearly, and his mood suddenly went up and down.
