In the afternoon, the sky became darker and darker, the clouds became thicker and thicker, and the wind blew on my face like an ice knife.
It's snowing.
There were many shouts, and Zhang Fu fell all over him.
The gravekeeper looked up, stamped his feet, hurriedly put on his raincoat, grabbed the oil-paper umbrella in the corner, and ran towards the cemetery.
"My lord, it's snowing!"
"Is it snowing?"
Zhang Fu didn't realize it, raised his head, and saw an umbrella covering his head. He stretched out his hand, and snowflakes fell on his palm, crystal clear, like soft tears falling on his heart.
He staggered to his feet and almost fell to the ground, but was held tightly by the old man watching the grave.
"Oh, my legs are numb." Zhang Fu smiled mockingly.
On the slope, Zhang Jin and his son had already rushed over and helped him out.
Zhang Fu asked Zhang Jin to give some silver rewards to the gravekeepers, and the three of them walked out of the cemetery.
The gravekeeper looked at the silver beans in his hand with some joy, and put them into his arms with great care.
He turned around and looked at it. Although he didn't recognize the words on the tombstone, he knew that this tomb belonged to the Duke Yuan's wife, and the little one next to it belonged to the eldest lady.
The poor eldest daughter was only six years old and left with her mother.
He died young and didn't even have a tombstone. Fortunately, he was next to his mother and had his mother taking care of him below, so he avoided ending up as a lonely ghost.
Zhang Fu walked a few steps, and after feeling numb, he calmed down, turned to look at the cemetery, and told Zhang Jin: "After the New Year, have someone push Sister Ning's grave away."
"yes."
Zhang Jin nodded in agreement. The eldest lady of his family is not dead, so the grave should have been cleared long ago, so as not to bring bad luck to the eldest lady.
"Is Zhang Liang leaving?" Zhang Fu asked again.
"Yes. His mother packed his baggage early in the morning and sent him out. He took everything the master gave him with him," Zhang Jin replied.
Zhang Fu nodded: "I didn't think carefully. I should have let him leave after the New Year. There may be no ships to sail westward."
"Don't worry, sir. Zhang Liang has brought enough money and people. As long as he has money, he doesn't have to worry about not having a boat. And I told him that if there is no boat, he will go overland quickly and wait until the next time.
In the city, take a boat when there is one."
"That's fine."
Zhang Fu was worried, and he didn't know if his father-in-law would forgive him.
For so many years, he didn't dare to think about it, and he neglected it because he didn't want to think about it. He sent letters and things to his father-in-law every year, but there was no reply. He should have asked.
Back on the carriage, seeing the master trembling slightly, Zhang Jin hurriedly put a large cloak on Zhang Fu, moved the brazier in front of him, and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Zhang Fu held it, and felt warmth in his hands, which made him feel warm.
He took a sip of tea and stared at the shaking wall of the car in trance.
Zhang Jin sighed inwardly, not to mention the Duke of the Kingdom, it was him. It is still unbelievable to this day that the story of the storyteller actually happened around him.
Don't bother him, just quietly stirring the charcoal in the brazier.
After a while, I heard the master's voice: "Tell me, back then, why did the house say that Madam had a difficult delivery?"
Zhang Jin was stunned. He didn't dare to respond to these words, nor did he dare to think about it. Thinking too much would make people scared.
Zhang Fu probably didn't want to hear his answer, so he said to himself: "Sister Ning was so clingy to me when she was a child. She hugged the pillow and insisted on sleeping with me at night. She said she was scared to sleep alone... Every time I go out, she
I chased me to the door, holding on to the door frame and crying until my face was covered with tears and snot..."
Zhang Fu recalled his little daughter with a smile on his lips.
"Why didn't she come to me?" Zhang Fu thought of his meetings with Huo Xi over the years.
It's not like the father and daughter have never met before.
He then remembered that in Peiping, when he went on an expedition and led the troops out of the city gate, he saw her hidden in the crowd. She looked at him with wide eyes, her eyes complicated and difficult to distinguish.
When Zhang Fu thinks about it now, his heart still hurts. His daughter-in-law was looking at him at that time, looking at him like she used to when she sent him out.
But at that time, he was surprised that she, a woman, had traveled so far and appeared in public, and he felt unhappy. When he looked at her, he even frowned.
Thinking about it now, how sad his daughter must have been at that time.
Zhang Fu was so heartbroken that he felt so distressed.
"Why didn't she come to me?" Zhang Fu's voice could not be found, and there were tears in his eyes. "Does she no longer want me as her father?"
His little girl doesn’t want him anymore?
Zhang Fu had a severe headache. His hands were trembling and the water in the teacup was sloshing.
Zhang Jin saw it and quickly reached out to take it.
He sighed and said, "Sir, our family has announced that the eldest lady is dead and even built a grave for her. How do you ask her to find you? Will you believe what she said?"
"Believe it, I believe it!" Zhang Fu nodded repeatedly. Why didn't he believe it? He believed every word of what his daughter-in-law said.
"But Master, we rarely go back to the capital once a year. I'm afraid the eldest lady won't dare to find Master."
Why not? Zhang Jin didn't dare to say.
Although he didn't know the reason, he also wanted to know why the eldest lady didn't come to see the master. What happened in the first place that made the mansion say that the eldest lady was gone.
Let the eldest lady hold the newly born young master, and would rather hide in the market than come looking for them.
The mansion has been hiding everything for ten years, and the master and he have been kept in the dark. Now, Mrs. Wu and the Wu family are still looking for them and want to hunt them down.
Zhang Jin didn't dare to think about it.
After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help but reminded: "Master, now the Wu family and Ange are looking for the eldest lady and young master. Ange has also been ordered to kill by mistake rather than let go. Master
,Should we go meet the people in the dark pavilion?"
Zhang Fu narrowed his eyes.
Huh, he almost forgot about it.
"If the Wu family wants to touch them, they have to ask me if I will agree!" Zhang Fu swept away his decline and his whole figure seemed to come to life again.
Zhang Jin looked at him and saw that the master at this time was like a marshal strategizing on the battlefield. He felt very happy in his heart.
"Go in person and find the leader of the dark pavilion and ask him to withdraw this order. If you don't want to disappear from the capital, you need to be careful with your words and deeds. You also need to send someone to protect my two children. If anything happens to them, I will
I will uproot them myself. Even if I chase them to the ends of the earth and spend my whole life, they will be defeated!"
"Yes. I will do it myself, little one."
Zhang Jin breathed a sigh of relief. However, the master only mentioned the Wu family, but what about Mrs. Wu? Thinking of Master Xie, Zhang Jin pursed his lips. Master Xie is now also the legitimate son. He is also the eldest son.
What should the young master do? Zhang Jin frowned again.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, according to custom, this is a day for family reunion. On this day, no one will go out to visit.
According to the distance between relatives, starting from the second day of the Lunar New Year, first the married daughter begins to visit her natal family, and then other relatives visit each other.
Huo Xi was stunned when she heard the servant say that someone was looking for her at the door.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she arrived at the gate and looked at the man shrouded in white snow. She saw him covered in snowflakes, standing at the gate, looking straight at her.