Chapter 541: At the foot of Lu Mountain, a lonely grave
Under Deer Mountain, next to the stream, behind the wooden house, there is a solitary grave.
The tomb is new, the soil is new, and the monument is new, but the old people are no longer there.
Even Fei Qian didn't know what Uncle Fu's original name was, where his hometown was, and whether there were anyone else in the family. All of this, along with a handful of loess, would never be known.
Fei Qian sat in front of the monument, silent.
This world is very big, with tens of millions of people. The death of any person will not have the slightest impact on this world, even if it is a great person.
This world is small, and everyone is lonely. The only thing that can prove the importance of living in this world is your loved ones, that's all.
Inside the wooden house, Pang Tong, Zao Zhi and others were still there. They helped to build Uncle Fu's solitary grave.
In the Han Dynasty, heavy burials cost tens of millions of dollars in the most serious ones, and at least one hundred thousand in the lighter cases. One of the main reasons why Fei Qian fell into poverty before was that both of Fei Qian's parents died, so he had to sell his property for burial. Otherwise,
, will inevitably end up with a reputation of being unfilial.
At that time, Fei Qian was still in a coma, and the only person in the family who was working hard was Old Uncle Fu. For Fei Qian, Old Uncle Fu was more important than family, but when Fei Qian had achieved some success, Old Uncle Fu
But just like that, without any ceremony, he was laid to rest underground.
God is always so cruel. When you are still walking forward happily, you turn around and find that the elders in your family have wrinkles on their faces. Then after taking a few more steps, you turn around and find that they have stooped.
Now, when Fei Qian came back here again, he discovered that the figure that seemed to have been standing beside him forever was no longer visible...
It hurts so much that I am speechless, it hurts so much that I have no tears.
Although everyone can understand Fei Qian's feelings for Uncle Fu, no matter what, Uncle Fu is still a servant, and of course cannot be compared with the members of the noble family. Many servants in the noble families will be Kuai Xi after death.
One volume, the better one is a thin coffin, sent to a mass grave outside the city. Like Uncle Fu, he can be buried in a good place with mountains and rivers behind him, but most people are looking at Fei Qian's face.
superior.
Fei Qian, who came from later generations, had no idea of having a grand burial, but he just felt that his heart was in a mess and very uncomfortable.
Fei Qian sat blankly, not paying attention to his home.
Suddenly, an old hand touched Fei Qian's shoulder. Fei Qian subconsciously called Uncle Fu, but when he looked back, it was Mr. Pang De.
Fei Qian wanted to stand up and bow down, but was held down by Pang Degong.
An attendant had already set up a bench and placed some commemorative items in front of the tombstone. Then he withdrew, leaving the space for Pang Degong and Fei Qian.
The stream is gurgling behind you, the clouds are rolling in the sky, and the wind is dancing in the treetops.
Although Uncle Fu's death was too sudden, for me, when I arrived at Lushan, I didn't go to visit my teacher Pang Degong immediately. Instead, I sat here and let Pang Degong come down the mountain to me. No matter from any angle, it was...
It was his fault in etiquette. Therefore, although Duke Pang De stopped Fei Qian from prostrating, Fei Qian still said: "...Pang Gong! Disciple is rude..."
Pang Degong waved his hand. For this kind of etiquette, Pang Gong didn't value it very much. Instead, he paid more attention to Fei Qian's feelings for Uncle Fu. That's why he came down from Lushan Mountain in person.
"People are born and go to death. No one is immune." Pang Degong said slowly.
Fei Qian nodded in agreement. Fei Qian naturally understood this truth, but for Fei Qian, in addition to the emotions that were better than those of family members, Uncle Fu was the first person he saw in this world, just like a person.
The beacon, but now, this beacon is gone. The sudden feeling of loneliness and abandonment is like a tide, flowing into my heart uncontrollably.
People have emotions.
Fei Qian had never traveled through time before, and he did not know how quickly and decisively other time-travelers abandoned their original parents, wives, children, and every bit of their original lives, and threw themselves into the great revolution without hesitation, killing people without blinking an eye.
Even if he sets a fire, he won't even frown...
Fei Qian thought that he had forgotten all about the future generations and had already devoted himself to this new world. However, he did not expect that Uncle Fu's death made him realize that he would never have any contact with the future generations from now on.
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The most important point is that Fei Qian suddenly realized that Uncle Fu's death was like a sign. From then on, in this chaotic world that was about to unfold, there might be more people, especially relatives and friends he knew.
, will also die suddenly like Uncle Fu...
Even including myself.
This feeling was even more powerless than when Feiqian faced death alone at Hangu Pass.
In the following time, the struggle for hegemony among the princes was no joke. Cao Cao's son died in the battle, and Liu Bei even abandoned his wife and children as if they were just playing. Sun Quan even imprisoned his brother's widow for life without mercy...
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And can I be mentally prepared for this? In other words, can I be so willing to do this?
"Pang Gong, Taizu split the pie, is it right or wrong?"
Pang Degong looked up at the sky and said: "The mother of the mountain people passed away three years ago. There are many people in the clan who persuade me to renew my string, but I reject them all..."
Although Fei Qian didn't know what Pang Degong wanted to express by changing the topic, he still said: "Panggong is so affectionate and sincere, and his disciples admire him and envy him."
"Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?" Pang Degong looked at Fei Qian and said meaningfully, "I am lazy and have no intention of writing documents, so I put my love in the mountains and rivers and indulge in as much as I want to spend my remaining years."
"However, this old man's selfishness is based on the Pang family... I am also a guilty person." Pang Degong said slowly, "I have no branches and leaves, and I have no honor to shadow my descendants. The children of the Pang family have many complaints.
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"This..." Pang Degong changed so quickly that Fei Qian couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while.
Pang Degong continued: "Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the clouds rising and rising clouds; sitting on the edge of the sea, you can see the fish leaping and surging; the scenery is unique."
Pound tapped his staff on the ground, and then said: "Idiot, you have to find out what is right and what is wrong. If you just linger, you will lose both."
After saying that, without waiting for Fei Qian to react, he patted Fei Qian on the shoulder again and went straight back to Lushan.
This Mr. Pang De is really...
Fei Qian sighed.
I don't know how long it took, but Fei Qian suddenly called someone to bring in pen and ink, and added the word "Fei" above "Uncle Fu" on the tombstone, and then wrote "Unfilial Nephew Fei's Qianli" below it.
Then people would build a new monument in this style and erect it.
The servants of the Pang family took the order and left.
Fei Qian stood silently in front of the monument. Once here, Uncle Fu accompanied him, found his own "Tao", and embarked on this road. Now, it is his turn to continue moving forward alone...
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On this road, there may be companions, there may be obstacles, and there may be victims...
On this road, maybe even if you try your best and give everything, you may not be able to reach the end...
On this road, there may be all kinds of suffering, thousands of people scolding, tens of thousands of corpses...
But this is the path you choose, isn't it?
Even if you cut off your hands and feet, even if you kneel or crawl, you still have to finish the journey...
Li Yan was puzzled: Since the late emperor entrusted me with Kong Ming, why is the power gap between us so big!
When Chen Dao learned about it, he sneered: Do you know what happened in the suburbs of Nanyang that night in the twelfth year of Jian'an?
