Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 84

It is said that before death, people will sigh a long sigh, including the past and this life, and as the breath grows, it will cut off the connection with this world, and when we meet again, it will be the next life.

—— Written by Hu

Wei Ziqing knelt beside the bed, motionless, Mrs. Zheng looked anxious, no matter how sad she was, she had to deal with the funeral.

"Mrs. Song, I've already left. Please feel sorry for me. See how to notify your man to go home. Ah Mu is dead, so he has to come back to make arrangements."

Wei Ziqing didn't dare to look at the person on the bed, he was always a little dizzy, his vision was foggy and unreal, like a dream, only after hearing what Mrs. Zheng said, did he have a sense of reality, emphasizing again, Song Mu died.

"I see. I have troubled you these days. You can go back and rest. I will pay you when you are free some other day."

Mrs. Zheng's wages are settled every month, and the last settlement was a few days ago.

"Not much money, don't worry, I'll stay here with you for a while."

It's pitiful for a young husband to guard the corpse by himself. Mrs. Song is generous and easy to get along with. She is a good boss, and he is willing to do more.

Wei Ziqing didn't need words to comfort him at this time, but he did need someone to accompany him, not because he was afraid, but because he felt too lonely in his heart, and he felt better when someone was around, so he didn't reject Mrs. Zheng's kindness .

After a while, it was very quiet outside, and he didn't know what to do. Mrs. Zheng was enthusiastic and explained the burial process to him. He thought that Song Boming probably didn't understand, so he listened with all his energy.

"... You have to go back to your hometown to prepare for all this. When the fallen leaves return to their roots, the rest of the elders in the village will help you manage them. If you learn more and ask more questions, you will be the one who will support this family in the future."

"Well, thank you."

"You can lie down there and sleep for a while, you are busy these few days, don't tire yourself out."

Wei Ziqing's mood fluctuated severely, so naturally he couldn't fall asleep. Mrs. Zheng couldn't resist going to the next room to sleep after talking with him for a while, leaving him to sit at the table and watch over Song Mu.

Suddenly there was a slight noise in the silent courtyard, but Wei Ziqing still heard it and became alert.

He looked out through the window, and there was a dark figure, tall and tall, was it Song Boming?It seems not, this man is not lame, he jumped off the wall, and came in over the wall, what is it if he is not a thief?

Wei Ziqing's heart tightened, and he lifted a stool in his hand.

Why did you recruit a thief today?He was flustered, but he didn't call Mrs. Zheng loudly. Mrs. Zheng is also a gentleman, and they couldn't beat them, so calling out would alarm the thieves.

If you want to make money, let him steal it, life-saving is the most important thing.

The figure got closer and closer, and walked towards Song Mu's room. Wei Ziqing stood behind the door, lifted the stool, and raised his heart to his throat.

"squeak--"

Wei Ziqing closed his eyes and slammed down the stool hard, encountered resistance halfway, and asked a question in surprise.

"what are you doing?"

Wei Ziqing opened his eyes abruptly, and it was indeed Song Boming.

His heart was pounding frighteningly, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

"Why did you come back in the middle of the night?"

Song Boming frowned, put the stool aside, and looked at the bed while talking.

"I felt uneasy on the boat and always felt uncomfortable, so I found a boat and went back by myself. Is there nothing wrong at home?"

Eminem lay on the bed as peacefully as if he had fallen asleep, with a smile on his lips, looking very peaceful.

Wei Ziqing looked at his bloodshot eyes and tired tone, and was speechless for a while.

"It would be great if I came back earlier, Eminem, let's go."

Song Boming's eyes opened suddenly, and he rushed to the bed in disbelief, and took Song Mu's hand, but found that he didn't respond, and his hand was as cold as ice.

"slim Shady?"

Song Boming's voice was extremely soft, for fear of disturbing anyone.

But Song Mu didn't respond. The days of pain and suffering made him thin and out of shape. He was already like a ghost, but he had passed away, and his face softened, and he seemed very stable.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. It was Wei Ziqing. Seeing Song Boming's grief-stricken expression, he sighed, but he couldn't say words of comfort.

Early the next morning, they drove back to their hometown in a carriage. After all, Song Boming was a man. Although he was in grief, he was far stronger and more rational than Wei Ziqing. He ordered the coffin from the county seat, told people where to send it, and went again. The village chief's house called for his second uncle.

The second uncle was also shocked when he found out, and then he got busy after a few words of comfort. With the help of the second uncle, everything went much smoother.

After the three-day vigil is over, the burial is about to take place. Crying is the most important thing in front of the grave. The more mournful Wei Ziqing and Song Boming cry, the more filial they are. Song Mu has the highest seniority, so the juniors are much more courteous.

The grave is in the family's ancestral field, next to Father Song's. The relatives helped carry the coffin in, and the men of the younger generation buried the soil with shovel by shovel.

The gentlemen could only watch from a distance, Wei Ziqing stood aside, his eyes were swollen from crying, it was the first time he saw Song Boming crying in front of so many people, weeping while shoveling the soil, crying like a four or five year old child.

When everyone dispersed, Song Boming was still kneeling in front of the grave. The village chief's second uncle persuaded him a few words. Seeing that Song Boming was deaf and unresponsive, he had to sigh and let him stay calm here.

After the burial, Lang Jun was allowed to go to the grave, Wei Ziqing saw that everyone had left, and Liu Song Poming knelt alone in front of the grave, feeling uncomfortable.

He walked over and knelt down together.

"Eminem never blamed you."

Song Boming tilted his head slightly and had some reaction.

"On the day he left, he suddenly woke up. The first thing he did was to look for you. He also said that he hadn't seen you for a long time, and he missed you a little."

Song Boming's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he cried too much these days.

"Em, do you really not blame me?"

"Of course, you are the one he loves the most. He also said that what he is most proud of in his life is that he is blessed with a son like you and lives so comfortably."

Wei Ziqing opened his eyes and weaved lies, in front of the dead, but he was not guilty. He thought, if Song Mu was alive, he probably thought the same way. Maybe he didn't blame his son at all. The two just lacked communication. That's all

Song Boming was silent, looking at the tombstone.

"Em is most worried about you, so don't spoil your body, and Eminem will be sad when she sees it."

"Ah."

Song Boming hasn't closed his eyes much for two days. Keeping the spirit is hard work in itself, and he has to be busy, and his energy is not very good.

When he returned to his old house, he fell asleep and slept for a whole day, only waking up in the evening.

"I have to go."

Wei Ziqing was a little surprised: "Where are you going?"

"Things over there haven't been dealt with yet."

"How many days will you be going? Ah Mu has not passed the first seven days, can you come back?"

Song Boming looked tangled, but finally made up his mind.

"I don't know how many days, but the first seven will definitely not come back."

"Over there..." Wei Ziqing didn't know what it was, he had never asked, but at this moment he was really curious, what was the most important thing for the filial him to let go of Song Mu?

"Will it be dangerous?"

Hearing Wei Ziqing's worry, Song Boming's tone was apologetic.

"can not say."

Wei Ziqing nodded to express his understanding, but no one knew what was going on in his heart.

"The family depends on you. I'm sorry for giving you so many burdens."

"Don't worry, Eminem treats me very well, I will take care of it."

Song Boming took a deep look at Wei Ziqing, and suddenly hugged him.

"wait me back."

Wei Ziqing was hugged for a moment, and by the time he realized it, he had already walked a long way.

He secretly scolded himself for being useless before going out to tidy up the yard.

Because he had to wait for the first seven to go to the grave to burn paper, Wei Ziqing simply didn't go back to the county. The family had a lot of contacts with relatives in the past few days, plus they had to entertain relatives, so it was a mess.

By the way, I just clean it for a few days, and I can only go back to the county after I clean it up.

Not long after waking up that day, someone came to the yard.

Wei Ziqing took a look, isn't this Aunt Fat?

"Why are you here when you are free?"

The fat aunt was holding a basket in her hand, and she didn't know what was in it, but it was covered with a layer of white cloth.

"I think you'll be staying here for a few days. I guess there's nothing to eat at home. I'll bring you some steamed buns."

"Thank you, I have them at home."

The fat aunt didn't listen to him, she just took out the steamed buns and put them in the kitchen for him, without treating herself as an outsider at all.

"You child, you don't have anything in the firewood room, and you still want to be polite to me?"

Wei Ziqing smiled embarrassedly, as a default.

"Where's Bo Ming? Not at home?"

"He has something to go out."

He didn't mention Song Boming's travel, because he was afraid that others would say that he was not filial.

"Oh, brother Qing is still as thin as ever, but he looks much better. I didn't dare to recognize you when I saw you that day."

At the time of the burial that day, Wei Ziqing was dressed in linen clothes, his head was also wrapped in a white cloth, his eyes were red from crying, and when he wiped it with a handkerchief, he revealed a lovely and pitiful smell, which made some people stare blankly .

There are also some people who are jealous and call him a goblin behind his back. For example, Chunya, who has told people many ugly things about Wei Ziqing, said that he was coquettish at the funeral, and cried so much that he pretended to do so.

In fact, he didn't understand at all that people's temperament is innate, some people will feel vulgar and disgusting when they cry, but some people will only make people feel distressed when they cry, and they can't wait to do everything for him.

"You joked, but you still have the same spirit."

"Hey, I'm just like that... By the way, I will be buried, I didn't see Mrs. Liu coming."

Not only the Liu family, but the uncle Wei's family didn't come. Everyone in the village saw it and said everything.

"Who knows? You also know about the mess in our family."

Wei Ziqing purposely spoke vaguely, and sure enough, the fat aunt caught up.

"Mr. Liu has been in a bad mood since you went to the county seat, like crazy, talking to himself all day long, laughing silly at others, your uncle is not going home, and the two sons don't care about him, There is only one Axiu left to take care of him every day, you say this is really unfair, how will he treat Axiu, how will Axiu treat him? Or else, Axiu is a good child."

Is Mrs. Liu crazy?No, could it be that he frightened Liu Shi like this with just one sentence that day?

But he doesn't care whether Mrs. Liu is crazy or not, Axiu's situation is the key.

"Then how is Axiu, how are you doing?"

"I see that this is more like a good thing for Axiu. Now it's him and Liu Shi who are the only ones in the family. He is almost the one who has the final say. He is more energetic, he eats better, and he has gained a little weight."

Wei Ziqing felt relieved, and chatted with Fat Aunt about other gossip.

After sending Aunt Fat away, he was still worried and planned to visit Axiu.

It's been half a year since he left. It's not that he forgot about Axiu, he also dragged his aunt and the village head to look after him, and came to the county to find him in time if he had anything to do.

And he was also saving money, hoping to wait for the opportunity to buy Axiu from Mrs. Liu.

Yes, he bought it, he believed that with Liu's temperament, he would not let go.

Later, just after earning money, Song Mu became ill and couldn't leave her for a moment, so she put Axiu's matter on hold.

Now that I am back in my hometown, I must go and see him.

Thinking of this, he didn't want to stop for a moment, locked the door and went to Wei's house.

Wei's house was still the same, no different from when he left, he didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and entered.

There was a man sweeping the ground in the yard. He looked familiar, but he didn't dare to recognize him.

"Axiu?"

Axiu turned around, and the expression on her face lit up.

"Brother Qing?"

Wei Ziqing couldn't restrain his smile, and walked over quickly.

"It's me, do you miss me?"

Axiu was smiling happily, but for some reason, she thought of something, and the expression on her face faded.

"Of course I thought about it, but Brother Qing, you probably forgot about me."

Wei Ziqing naturally knew that he was upset, so he quickly took his hand.

"Why don't you listen to me? This is not to see you, come on, let's talk for a while."

However, Axiu noticed that his white and tender hands were in stark contrast to her rough and dirt-covered backs, so she inadvertently pulled her hands back.

"Well, sit down and I'll pour you some water."

Wei Ziqing didn't care, thinking that he pulled out his hand to pour water, and now he is full of joy to meet his old friend again.

He got up and went to the firewood room to look. This is where the two of them lived at the beginning. I wonder if everything in it is still there?

As soon as he opened the door and entered, there was a stench coming out from inside, which made Wei Ziqing almost retch.

Wei Ziqing held his nose and looked in, the inside was still as dark as his memory, but the environment was worse than that time.

The quilt on the bed was tattered, like a ball of rotten pickles, and the room was full of dirt.

Didn't Aunt Fat say that Axiu is doing well?He also saw that Axiu's complexion was much better just now, what's going on?

Suddenly there was movement in a certain corner of the room, Wei Ziqing carefully walked around the firewood on the ground, only then did he see that there was a person in the room!

The man's feet were tied to the head of the bed, unkempt, huddled in the corner, with his back to him, emitting a stench, and trembling more and more with the sound of his footsteps.

"You don't recognize him?"

Axiu's voice sounded from behind, which made Wei Ziqing tremble.

"Who is this?"

Wei Ziqing actually had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

"It's my mother."

Wei Ziqing noticed Axiu's expression, and when the word "Em" was mentioned, an uncontrollable joy flashed across his face.

The author’s gossip: I bought the cute little V related to the work and no one asked me to refund the money hahaha, I will write a side story and insert it in some time before opening it, Trojan horse~