Xiao Yifeng heard the movement and walked in.

After 12 years, he has grown into a slender and handsome boy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a clear and pleasant male voice, "Master, what happened?"

Mo He was enveloped in heavy sadness and couldn't hear anything.

Xiao Yifeng said it three times.

Only then did Mo He come to his senses, and said in a muffled voice, "My grandma, my grandma, she passed away..."

His heart hurts so badly that he can't speak.

When Xiao Yifeng heard it, his scalp began to tingle.

He hastily walked to the bed, bent down to hug the old lady, "Send it to the hospital quickly! Send it to the hospital, maybe you can be saved!"

Mo He shook his head feebly, "It's useless, I haven't breathed a long time ago, and my hands are cold. It's all my fault, my deep sleep, and my failure to come here sooner. If I had come earlier, my grandma might have been saved."

To see him so sad.

Xiao Yifeng felt very distressed.

He leaned over and hugged him from behind, and comforted him: "Master, my condolences, my condolences. Grandma Zeng died without any illness. She passed away without suffering any crime. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. No one can resist them. Be strong."

But Mohe didn't know how to be strong.

Grandma is his only blood relative in this world, the only one.

Now even she was away from him.

Mo He felt lonely like never before, like a night returner wandering in the wind and snow.

The heart ached so much that it shrunk into a tight lump of flesh, and he couldn't breathe.

Obviously he couldn't control his grief, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

It turned out that I was extremely sad, people were dumbfounded, dull, and my nerves were so numb that I couldn't even cry.

Xiao Yifeng hurried upstairs to find his parents.

Upon hearing this, Gu Beixian and Su Hua quickly got dressed and went downstairs.

The two came to the room where the old lady lived.

Seeing Mo He lying on top of her, his slender and straight body was bent out of shape, and his handsome face was so pale that it lost all color.

He was shaking all over.

No matter how invincible your skills are, you can't beat life, old age, sickness and death.

Gu Beixian walked to the bed, tested the old lady's breathing, and rolled her eyelids. Her eyes had long been muddy, and her pupils were dilated.

Been dead for a while.

Gu Beixian sat down beside Mo He, put his arms around his shoulders, and patted his shoulders lightly, "Cry if you want to cry, it will feel better if you cry."

But Mo He still couldn't cry.

I can't cry at all.

Grief spread like ink in his chest, getting thicker and thicker, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent it.

In the chaos.

Mo He heard Gu Beixian say again: "If you want to be more open, you still have us, there is Xiao Yifeng. Xiao Yifeng is the reincarnation of your master. You said that you would accompany him for the rest of your life. You can't have anything. Your master If you can reincarnate, maybe your grandmother can too."

Mo He shook his head numbly, "My master is a master of Taoism and has the possibility of being reincarnated. My grandmother is an ordinary person and cannot be reincarnated. Master said he would accompany me for the rest of his life, and I said he would accompany grandma for the rest of his life. Get away from me. Why is this happening? Why?"

A deep sense of powerlessness tormented him inch by inch.

Gu Beixian hugged him tightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

He and Xiao Yifeng stayed with Mohe until dawn.

Mo He didn't move at all, never leaving his grandmother's footsteps, holding her hand all the time.

It's time to deal with the funeral.

Gu Beixian let go of him, got up, and went out to make a phone call.

He ordered his assistants to prepare the shroud and coffin and find the funeral director.

Finished.

Gu Beixian came back and said to Mo He: "I'll send someone to build the mourning hall, and I'll be buried in three days. I'll be buried in the cemetery of the old lady's natal family, can I? Be buried with your grandfather."

Mohe nodded mechanically, "Let's bury them together. With my parents, brother and grandfather accompanying me, grandma won't be so lonely. The mourning hall should be set up in an old house of grandma's natal family, which is what she meant."

"Where is the old house?"

"In the countryside, not too far from her family's ancestral grave."

"Okay, give me the address."

Mo He took out his mobile phone and gave him the address.

Soon, someone came to carry the old lady to the hearse.

Mo He followed quietly, without saying a word, still unable to shed a single tear.

Xiao Yifeng followed him inseparably, for fear that he would not think about it for a while and commit suicide again.

He was brought up by himself, brother, father and master.

A group of people drove to the old lady's old house in the country.

The house is huge and has been abandoned for many years.

Although it is old and dilapidated, it can be seen that it was built at a great price.

The people brought by Gu Beixian quickly built the mourning hall.

Professional funeral personnel were invited to wipe the old lady's body quickly, put on a shroud, and put funeral objects.

Mo He's eyes were as black as ink, fixedly staring at the grandmother wearing the shroud, standing there motionless, like a birch tree in the cold snow.

During the few days of vigil, Gu Beixian, Xiao Yifeng and Gu Aoting took turns to accompany him.

To be exact, watch him to prevent him from getting overwhelmed.

In the past few days, Mohe didn't eat or drink, and didn't drink a drop of water.

Gu Aoting forced him to eat, but he refused to eat.

The last night of the wake.

Mo He told everyone to go back.

He wants to spend the night alone with his grandmother.

Everyone was worried, especially Xiao Yifeng.

Xiao Yifeng said: "Master, I won't leave, I want to stay with you, I can't live without Master."

Mo He heard his worry, and replied: "Don't worry, I won't commit suicide, I promise to protect you, and I will do what I say."

Everyone couldn't persuade them, so they had to leave.

Late at night.

It was quiet all around.

Only the whirring of the wind and the occasional cooing of an owl in the distance can be heard.

Mo He stared unblinkingly at the photo of grandma embedded in the coffin, and deep sadness permeated his whole body.

My heart hurts like a knife.

He regretted not getting married before his grandmother was alive.

Maybe he should be selfish, regardless of whether he likes it or not, whether he is responsible or not, just find a random woman to marry and have a few children with.

When grandma passed away, did you have no regrets?

With the child dragging her, grandma might be in a better mood, and she wouldn't die so early, right?

Mo He regretted it too late.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly there was the sound of very light footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Mo He didn't look back, but he could tell that it was a woman with light steps and a weight of less than a hundred catties.

It should be Su Hua.

Guess she must also come to persuade myself to mourn.

Mo He didn't look back, staring at grandma's coffin, and said to the visitor: "Sister Hua, you go back, go back and have a good rest, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

The footsteps continued.

Mo He smelled a trace of elegant fragrance in his nose, which smelled very good.

Let this dry, cold and painful winter night be less cruel.

Someone came up behind him and sat on the ground.

Mo He was about to turn around.

The slender figure had already leaned against him, with a pair of slender arms embracing his vigorous waist.

No woman has ever been so bold as to hug his waist.

Mo He's body tensed instinctively.

Turning his head, he looked down at the young woman behind him.

Just when he was about to make a move, when he saw her face clearly, Mo He was slightly startled, and his mood instantly fluctuated.

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