Chapter 1555: I'm not done yet

"Aunt her, she-- gone!"
When Yan Ruoyu cried and said this sentence, he felt a sudden sudden glance, and the lantern in the hand of Master Ma dropped to the ground with a pop.
The flame splattered on the lantern paper and immediately ignited, a flame on the ground burned quickly.
The fire reflected the faces of the three of us, and all of a sudden became pale and apathetic. I couldn't believe my ears. I just looked at Yan Ruoyu crying innocently, and said, "What are you talking about?"
"Cousin, my 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. But, when I just packed her things, I knocked down the candlestick next to the bed, and everything hit her. She I didn't wake up and I felt wrong. "
"..."
"It turned out she was--"
I shuddered.
At this moment, I was shocked and sad, and all my feelings were too late. I just stood there stupidly for a while, then turned around and wanted to see Father Ma.
There was a flash of darkness before him, and he had gone forward.
His figure was so thin in the night. At this moment, he kept walking forward, unhappy, not slow, like looking for an ending that has been known for a long time, and Yan Ruoyu and I followed her, I just listened With his heavy heartbeat, heavy breathing, and Yan Ruoyu's irresistible crying, it filled the whole world for a moment.
The main house gradually became flustered.
When I returned to my aunt ’s yard, it was full of people. Almost all of the juniors of the Yan family came. Standing in the yard, and standing at the door. They saw us arriving, and the aunt was crying. Tears, came forward: "Master ..."
Mr. Ma just raised his hand and said nothing, and went in.
We all followed.
In the room, it was very quiet, like a place where people would sleep forever. There was a hole in the veil by candlelight. Through the veil, I saw my aunt lying in bed at a glance.
When I went with me, it was clear.
Eyes are slightly closed, lips are frivolous, hair is a little messy, and his face is a little tired and pale, like a person who is old and in a state of incompetence, and fell asleep like this—when I left, she said so Yes, I thought she was just tired, she just wanted to rest, but she couldn't think of anything. She closed her eyes and said goodbye!
At this moment, the sorrow in my heart made it difficult for me to hold on to myself, and I didn't even have the strength to take a step closer. I could only stand at the door, holding the door frame barely, and tears fell from my eyes.
With tears in my eyes, I saw Father Ma going inside.
After walking a few steps from the bed, he stopped.
I thought he would say, or at least show, but he didn't do anything, just stood there standing still.
Originally emaciated, the thin back, at this time it seemed like something was being pressed, and it was like something was being taken out of his body. It was obvious that the person was still that person, but nothing was the same.
And we don't even know what to say to him.
After standing for a while, he turned around.
That wrinkled face didn't have any extra expressions, maybe just because my eyes were full of tears, I couldn't see him at all, I only heard his old voice with a hint of withering breath, Gently said: "Go on to spread the word and let the whole village fast and be a vegetarian and keep her spirit."
Someone responded immediately, "Yes." Then hurried out.
In the middle of the night, there was a disturbing noise.
It wasn't a peaceful night at all. This time, even people's hearts can't be calm.
My tears are still flowing outward.
In fact, I do n’t know anything about this aunt. For decades, as a daughter of the Yan family, she only knew her name, and knew that she had only met her for the first time today. The time to spend time was not even half a day. When it comes to feelings, there won't be too deep feelings, but now seeing her lying there calmly, thinking of the stubbornness and indomitableness of her life, I can't control the tears.
Susu came to help me, choked softly and said, "Miss, don't be too sad, pay attention to your body."
I shook my head gently.
At this time, perhaps the most consoling thing is Father Ma.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand indiscriminately, and the tears and embarrassment didn't matter anymore. I walked forward, but after seeing him, I still didn't feel a trace of sadness, and it was so abnormal that I saw him walking in front of him, and he lifted Seeing me, there was only deathly silence on his face, and indifference.
I said softly, "Master ..."
I want to say, if you are sad, just say it, even if you cry. You are so old, you have guarded her for so many years, you have the qualification to grieve, and the qualification to cry for her.
But my words couldn't be said. Instead, it was Mr. Ma, after watching me for a long time in silence, he said gently--
"Her wish has come."


Things came too fast and too quickly.
No one has such mental preparations, even if she knows that she is very old, two years older than Mr. Ma, but no matter what, the first time I met, no one expected to face such an end.
But when Mr. Ma took us to the place where Yan Yi lived—a small house behind the ancestral shrine, we found out that for some things, my aunt and her elderly had already prepared.
We scrubbed her and replaced her with the shroud that she had prepared for herself. The main house immediately set up the hall.
Calling for souls, hanging high around, swaying gently with the cold wind in the night, as if invisible hands were caressing them, and I stood at the gate of the hall, watching the noisy scene in front of me For a moment, I don't know if my heart is sad or what emotion.
In fact, at this age, taking such a last breath in your sleep with such a calm, smiling face is regarded as joy and funeral.
Even she herself probably had such an expectation, so after decades of silence, she suddenly appeared in front of everyone and helped us solve our biggest difficulties.
Then, leave.
Some people are destined to be born lonely, dead and lonely, but her life is more vigorous, hotter than the flames, and longer than the stars.
I took all the descendants of the Yan family to Lingtang to salute my aunt.
After doing all this, people are still a little bit shy.
I slowly turned around and watched the crowds on the Lingtang hall. Everyone in the Yan family was here. Except for the unconscious head of the family, and Xue Yan, I asked people not to disturb her for the time being. The old and young in the village also came, saluting Yan Yi's head outside. Although she was never married and had no offspring, she was given by many people.
Especially some girls, crying very sad.
I looked at it for a while, and comforted Yan Ruoyu, who was crying and was about to lose his breath, and then turned around again, and saw a very lonely figure in the corner-Mr. Ma, sitting in a chair with his hands Holding on to the handrail, quietly.
It was him who brought people to arrange the spiritual hall, and it was also him who immediately made people to prepare coffins and even to see feng shui and prepare tombs.
He handled everything with an unbelievable calmness, and everything was so organized and without disorder. If it weren't for hearing his own secrets from decades ago, I would even think that he is a People who have nothing to do with lying on the hall.
No love or hate, no trace of emotion.
However, I still have some mood to understand his moment.
Some people, his love and hate, and his sorrow are not for others to read or understand.
But I still walked over and crouched down gently, holding the armrest on one side, and the old man looked back at me and looked up at me.
I said softly, "Father, are you here?"
He nodded.
"Do you want--"
"No need to."
There wasn't even any emotional fluctuation in the words, it dried up like a river that had dried up.
Although I understood the feeling, I was still worried about him. After a pause, I said gently, "Master, if you are uncomfortable, if you want to say something or do something, you must tell me. I, I can--"
I stuttered, fearing that it would affect him, but the old man was very transparent. He looked at me with a dim pupil, and then said gently, "Miss, don't worry. I'm fine."
"..."
"A few decades old, can anyone help me through this level?"
"..."
"I've seen much more."
"..."
"I don't think about it, she's gone, but the village is still there."
"..."
"My business is not done yet."
Maybe, if this old man is really tearful, even crying with heartbreaking heart, I will not be so full of his peace and indifference as now, but ca n’t shed tears, I choked, After a long silence, he finally nodded his head: "Well."
Everyone has their own way, and there are scenery that must be passed on their way.
He and Yan Yi, after decades of life, naturally see more thoroughly than we all, and indeed, there is no room for us to intervene and say what we do.
I reached out again, gently stroked the back of his hand and squeezed, then stood up.
Probably because I have experienced too much today, I have n’t been able to get a rest so late, and I have endured the pain of my loved ones leaving. After falling down, Susu behind him hurried forward to help me: "Miss!"
I settled down, let me carry this weakness, shook my head and hinted that she should not be stubborn, not to be noticed. At this time, Mr. Ma looked up: "There is one more thing."