In the Zen room, the two siblings were copying scriptures.
"Sister, look, this is the scripture I copied for my mother."
Huo Xi took the scripture, looked at it, and nodded: "It's well written. Mother will be very happy to receive it."
Huo Nian was praised by her sister, so she smiled and pursed her lips. The two siblings sat back in front of the futon and copied scriptures.
After a while, Zhang Mao also ran over and said that he also wanted to copy scriptures for his aunt.
Huo Xi didn't ask him why he wasn't staying in the mourning hall. The boy was young, but he already looked patient and steady.
So the three siblings quietly copied scriptures behind closed doors in the Xiangyuan of Lingyun Temple, far away from the mourning hall.
The Wu family only remained in mourning for seven days and was buried in the Zhang family's ancestral grave.
On the day of the burial, Huo Xi and Huo Nian didn't go. Zhang Mao looked at his brother and sister, but he didn't go either.
Zhang Fu didn't go either.
I don't know whether it was because husband and wife could not mourn each other, or something else. He opened the door of Xiangyuan and saw three children in the house, "Let's go for a walk with father."
Huo Xi took Huo Nian and Zhang Mao out with him.
At this time, Meihua Mountain was covered with green mountains and fields, and the scenery was pleasant. However, the four father and son had no intention of watching.
Zhang Fu didn't know how to speak, so he hesitated. He walked a few more steps, stood still, looked at the three children around him, and finally spoke: "Now that she has passed away, all grudges are over, you..."
He looked at his two sons, who were still young and looked confused. Then he looked at his daughter, wondering if she could understand his painstaking efforts.
Huo Xi looked at him and said, "The Wu family is the Wu family. Zhang Biyao and Zhang Jie will not discuss it with her."
Zhang Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's good if you can understand my father's painstaking efforts."
Seeing the happy look on his face, Huo Xi thought for a while and said: "You hope that your children will live in harmony, but you should also know about our grudges with the Wu family. Nian'er and Mao'er don't even know that they are related.
What does my mother look like?"
Nian'er and Zhang Mao lowered their heads.
Huo Xi glanced at them and continued: "This knot will always be there. Now I'm afraid that if we don't want to mention it anymore, Zhang Jie and Baguio will also hate us. I'm afraid this knot will be difficult to untie."
"All these fathers know. Now my father only hopes that you are all well. Your mother is gone, but you still have your father. If you have anything, come to your father first and let him solve it, okay?"
Zhang Fu could not bear to watch several children get along with each other and kill each other. Even if the siblings are not close to each other, they should not fight each other. Otherwise, how would he bear it?
He looked at the three children one by one.
Huo Nian and Zhang Mao looked up at him and nodded towards him. Huo Xi also nodded under his gaze.
Zhang Fu twitched the corners of his mouth.
Huo Nian saw that although he was smiling, there was bitterness hidden on his face, and he felt sad in his heart. He stepped forward and took his big hand.
Zhang Mao looked at it and followed his brother's example, stepping forward and holding his other hand.
Zhang Fu lowered his head and looked at his two sons, and this time he really smiled with relief.
She walked slowly ahead with her two sons in hand, talking to them softly and in a soft voice, and looking back at her daughter from time to time to see if she was following.
"Mao'er wants to learn martial arts?"
Zhang Mao nodded fiercely: "Mao'er thought. But my brother's master said that I can't learn hard kung fu, I can only learn some self-defense and light-weight kung fu."
Zhang Mao was very sorry.
He also wants to learn martial arts as well as his brother, and follow his father into battle to kill enemies in the future. His father is a general, and his brother will also be a general in the future, and he wants to do the same.
Zhang Fu also knew that his physical condition was not good, and practicing hard kung fu might hurt his body. He comforted him: "There are not only generals in the army, but also many civilian officers. For example, if you are a powerful military advisor, you can command thousands of armies.
Thousands of horses."
Zhang Mao's eyes suddenly lit up and he became excited: "Then Mao'er will also learn the art of war with my brother! In the future, he will be a powerful military advisor, and Mao'er will be his brother's military advisor!"
"Okay! If we brothers work together, we can defeat gold!"
The two brothers' fists were clenched tightly together.
When the young Zhang Mao didn't know what his life would be like, his father's words pointed out the way for him.
The general has no son, so he will follow his brother, inherit his father's grandfather's ambition, and win glory for his family on the battlefield in the future!
Zhang Fu looked at his two sons with great relief, feeling a surge of pride and ambition in his heart.
This is his son, his bloodline!
But he remained calm in front of his children, and encouraged Zhang Mao: "Okay, my son has ambition. From now on, he needs to be more diligent, get up early to practice kungfu, and learn some self-defense kung fu, so that he can protect himself on the battlefield in the future."
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Zhang Mao nodded heavily: "Well, I will practice with my brother every morning from now on. My brother's master said he can teach me. My sister also said she would send me to the academy in a few days!"
Zhang Mao's voice was full of joy.
Zhang Fu looked back at his daughter, feeling emotions that he couldn't explain well in his heart.
He quickly turned around and said to his son: "Then Mao'er will listen to your brothers and sisters from now on. After entering the academy, study hard and don't waste your time. A powerful military advisor is full of knowledge and knowledge."
"Yeah. I will listen to my brothers and sisters!"
Zhang Mao was extremely happy.
After his brother and sister returned home, he became happier and happier. He no longer had to eat tasteless meals alone, and someone took care of him. He could also learn martial arts and go to school, and he could see his father more often.
very nice.
Zhang Mao raised his head and glanced at his father, his heart and eyes filled with joy.
The next day, Zhang Fu accompanied Huo Xi and Huo Nian to their ancestral graves.
Going to the ancestral grave is not to pay homage to the Wu family, but to erect a new monument for the Li family.
Now the names of filial sons and filial daughters are newly engraved on Li's new stele, "Zhang Yuzhong and Zhang Yuning" are prominently listed.
Huo Xi looked at the new monument intently, with warm eyes.
Mother is no longer alone. She also has children, and in the future she will have grandchildren and great-grandchildren to continue her incense. On the four o'clock and eight festivals, there will be descendants who will worship the incense forever.
She is no longer a lonely soul.
Thinking of those years when I didn’t dare to go to my mother’s grave and could only worship from a distance. I thought of that time when my mother looked at her frightened eyes and stopped struggling in front of her...
Huo Xi burst into tears and couldn't stop crying in front of her mother's grave.
Depressing and painful.
She couldn't do anything back then, so she made her mother wait for ten years. It took so long to avenge her and build a new monument.
She still couldn't do anything about the initiator. She was so sad that she couldn't help herself.
Huo Nian was also very sad, but he couldn't understand Huo Xi's pain of watching his mother die in front of him and being helpless. He could only kneel down and cry with his sister.
Zhang Fu was heartbroken when he saw his daughter crying uncontrollably, looking depressed and in pain.
Thinking of what his daughter said in his ear when he was in a coma...his daughter watched her mother die in front of him, what kind of pain it must have been. It was difficult for her to survive these years.
It was all his fault. He trusted his family wholeheartedly, which made him lose the one he loved and made his daughter live in pain all these years.
Zhang Mao, who followed, found his aunt's grave and cried too, but he didn't cry for long and ran back to his brother and sister.
Kneel down and kowtow to your step-mother. You and your brother will be on one side, and you will kneel behind your sister.
Accompany her and comfort her silently.
The mountain breeze blows slightly, picking up the incense ash and swirling it, and gradually goes away with the whining sound of the wind.
