Chapter 95 It turns out that the flowering period is only three days
Changsheng carried Xuejin all the way back to the carriage shed of the inn, put him on the oxcart, went upstairs to pack all their luggage, then returned to the cattlecart shed, sat with Xuejin, and waited quietly for dawn.
Although he had lost his breath, Xue Jin's face was still flawless, but it had lost its color and looked extremely pale at this time.
This night passed very long, but also very short. When the light from outside penetrated in little by little, Chang Sheng raised his sour eyes and quietly drove the ox cart out of the city and returned to his home outside the city.
Along the way, there was no voice that kept nagging in her ears, no one who would tell her a few things from time to time to remember, no one who was clearly not used to rough food and clothing but still endured it silently.
Not even used to it.
She looked back at Xuejin, who was quietly motionless, and hoped that he would tell her a lot of nonsense like before, so that she would not feel this deep loneliness again.
.
The old scalper seemed to know his master's sadness, and since there was no one else calling him occasionally, he was not used to it.
It's just that the person who often talks can no longer speak at this time.
Returning to the desolate little courtyard, Changsheng sat on the threshold for a long time, but she didn't have the courage to step in. Because she knew that after stepping in, she would face the situation where she was the only one in the entire courtyard.
Already.
At this time, spring was in bloom, and many flowers were in full bloom on the grass outside. The faint fragrance of flowers and grass came over. Chang Sheng smelled this refreshing smell and felt a sense of wistfulness.
He was obviously a person who was so afraid of the cold. He occupied the fire bed all day long and refused to leave, but he died in the spring when the flowers were blooming and it was about to be warm and comfortable...
No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, Changsheng decided to fulfill Xuejin's last wish. She set up a fire near the river behind the courtyard, piled all the firewood on it, and then spread two quilts on it, trying to make the surface as smooth as possible.
It needs to be smoother and softer.
After all, Xue Jin is the most squeamish. If he sees it, he should be picky again.
Originally, Changsheng was a very quick worker, but at this time, for some reason, her hands and feet became weak and she almost fell to the ground. Although she quickly regained her strength, she always felt that her limbs were sore. Probably, she was sick.
Alright.
However, this is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time. Her grandfather once told her that the corpses of soldiers who died of diseases in the military camp must be burned in time. The fires set up must be large enough to burn the corpses.
It's almost the same. If a skeleton is left in the end, Xuejin will definitely protest dissatisfied. After all, his last wish is to have his ashes scattered into the river or float away in the wind. A skeleton,
There's no way it could be blown away by the wind, right?
In addition, Chang Sheng was the only one. After setting up the fire, she suddenly realized that the sun was almost setting.
Putting Xuejin's body on the pile of firewood, Changsheng looked at his delicate sleeping face, always feeling a little unreal. It is said that after death, a person's face will become scary, but Xuejin's face did not
A little change? Still so beautiful. So, could he not be dead at all?
Changsheng's heart skipped a beat when he thought of this, and he immediately put his head close to his chest to listen, but as expected, he heard nothing.
Slowly standing up, Chang Sheng finally had to admit the bad news. Xue Jin was really dead.
Her lips trembled slightly, but Changsheng still held it back. In fact, she had not cried again since she brought Xuejin back to the oxcart last night.
Just when Changsheng was thinking about why he wouldn't shed tears, suddenly, a small petal floated to the tip of his nose. He stretched out his hand and took off the small petal. Changsheng took a closer look and was a little surprised. This petal
…
Looking back at where the petals came from, they were floating out from the gap in the curtain of the bullock cart. Changsheng was silent for a moment, stepped forward and opened the curtain, and then saw the fragrant pile of incense that was still blooming on the way back.
The snow is quietly falling petals at this moment.
Those small and thin petals flew out when blown by the wind and landed on the tip of my nose.
"call--"
At this time, a warm spring breeze blew by, and the lush snow petals fell one after another, and were swept away by the wind. It was like a rain of petals, and they all fell on the person lying on the quilt.
On Xue Jin.
Those petals gently brushed Xuejin's face, hair, and hand on his abdomen, like a silent requiem, comforting this soul that had been wandering for decades and finally found rest.
Changsheng stared at this picture for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears.
Xuejin, you have asked me so many times how long the flowering period of Xiangduixue is. I thought it would be the whole spring. It turns out that its flowering period is only three days...
Tiny sobs echoed across the vast sky and earth, and the surrounding wind gradually stopped, seeming to feel sadness for the deceased.
When Changsheng finally wiped away her tears, the occasional wind blowing around her was already a bit cold. She finally stopped hesitating, held a torch, and slowly approached Xuejin. Dalin Erlin beside her kept whimpering, as if to persuade her to stay.
The flames gradually approached the oiled firewood, and they were about to approach.
A tall figure in white clothes suddenly appeared in mid-air in front of Changsheng.
He was a man whose appearance could not be described in words. There was a kind of condescending contempt all over his body. But at the first sight, Changsheng knew that he was a monk, and he was also a monk with a high level of cultivation. After all, this man
You can stand in the air with nothing at your feet.
But why does the monk appear here? Is he also Xue Jin’s former friend?
The monk lowered his head and glanced at the peaceful Xuejin, feeling a little disappointed and with an ugly expression on his face.
"Tsk, I've been looking for him for so long, and he's actually dead? It's a waste of time. He was actually a good cauldron, but he's a bit too hot-tempered."
Changsheng felt that all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head at this moment!
The man glanced at Chang Sheng and turned his eyes slightly in disgust. How could there be such an ugly person?
However, the monk did not say anything, he just glanced at Changsheng arrogantly and said his Taoist name.
"You can call me, Ancestor Haoyue."
After saying that, Chang Sheng didn't move, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then waved his hand as a matter of course.
"My child, I am in a bad mood today. If you don't want to die, please answer my questions honestly."
"Also, get out of the way. It would be a pity to burn such a good furnace body."
Chang Sheng felt that the blood gathering in her head was almost going to set her whole body on fire in an instant!
