son sick

The cabin suddenly became empty.

Lian Meng stood where he was, not daring to move for a long time.

He wanted to say something, but when he came down a few times, he just opened his lips and couldn't utter a word.

Later, it seemed to be raining again outside.

He didn't know why there was a sudden thunderstorm in the fine weather, but he could indeed hear the thunder and heavy rain pouring down.

Lian Meng felt strange, but he didn't have too many doubts. He just thought that everything in this world might be as vast as this world, and it was impossible to predict or speculate at all.

He felt a little headache all of a sudden, so he sat down beside the prayer bed.

The man closed his eyes lightly, with a peaceful expression.If Lian Meng hadn't known that he had no breath and was cold all over, he would have thought he was just taking a nap again.

Lian Meng suddenly remembered that the night he first arrived at the small courtyard of Qifu, Qi Nian leaned against the bed like this.

In fact, at that time, his complexion was already a little bad.

But at that time, Lian Meng was only focused on arguing with him about some pointless matters, and absolutely ignored these details.

Later, when Ling Yin said that his young master was insane, he just felt that it was a pity, but he never thought that Qi Nian was already seriously ill.

Lian Meng sat by the bed for a while.

He didn't know how long it had been, but the rain outside seemed to be getting lighter.

In fact, he should feel a bit sore in his throat.But for some reason, for a while, he didn't feel any physical reaction.

He had felt this way before.

At that time, he was still young, and there was a heavy snowfall inside Lian Yin's gate for a long time, he sneaked out to play with his senior brothers in the gate, but somehow fell asleep in the mountain forest.

When he woke up, the surroundings were silent, as if he was the only one left in the vast world.

Although not long after, his good junior brought others to find him, but Lian Meng always remembered the feeling in his heart at that time.

Not hesitation or fear, but...

Empty.

It's like a "corpse" that can see, but can't move or think.

At this time, some noisy human voices came from outside the window, and Lian Meng looked back, only to realize that it was getting late.

He was a little surprised that he had been sitting in the room for so long, and he felt a little panicked.

Ling Yin's letter was still in his hand, and when he lowered his head, he saw the eye-catching word "burial" on it.

In fact, Lian Meng didn't quite understand why Ling Yin made such an order.

It is true that Qi Nian suffers from a chronic illness, but his illness is not contagious and harms other people. Why did he specifically tell him to bury him before sunrise tomorrow?

Moreover, the Qi Mansion is very far away from here, even if you travel all day and night, it is absolutely impossible to reach it before tomorrow.Could it be that Ling Yin wanted him to find a random place and bury Qi Nian?

Lian Meng took the letter and read it several times.

It is true that the reason was not mentioned above, but when these few sentences were written, Lingyin's handwriting became a little messy, as if he suddenly remembered it when he was about to send the letter.

Thinking that there are a lot of problems here, Lian Meng was already a little panicked, but now he can't figure it out.

He sighed, and sat alone by the bed for another moment.

The sound of the rain outside the window seemed to get louder.

In fact, having said that, although Ling Yin once said that he did not understand the persistent illness that Qi Nian suffered from, but apart from him, there is probably no one in this world who can really understand the illness of Qi Nian.

Since he said that he must be buried before dawn, there must be a reason.

Thinking of this, Lian Meng subconsciously stood up.

He wanted to go to the town to see if there was a shop selling coffins, so he walked lightly towards the door as usual.

It was only when he walked to the door that he suddenly realized that Qi Nian would no longer be woken up.

Lian Meng felt his heart tremble.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and after waiting for a while, he opened the door and left the hut.

It was still raining outside, but luckily it wasn't too heavy. Although it wasn't a sporadic drizzle, it wasn't enough to make it impossible to walk.

Lian Meng remembered that the day they had just come to Qianyue Town, he had seen a coffin shop on the road.

But at that time, he was in a hurry and didn't remember the exact location, and now he had to look for it again.

So he walked all the way along the street, and saw many pedestrians who were about to go home along the way.

Then a woman ran past him.

She seemed to be begging a Guanyin who gave her a child, as if she was afraid of being wet by the rain, she desperately protected it with her hands.

Lian Meng looked at her cautiously, and suddenly remembered something that the sect master had told him before.

Although Lian Yin's family was born as an assassin, their family leader's wife likes to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name.

Every month at the beginning of the month, she will bathe and change clothes, fast for three days, and chant scriptures for seven consecutive days, so that she can be sincere and spiritual.

Others thought she was interested in seeking Buddhist principles, but one time when the head of the sect talked with Lian Meng about it, he said that she was not a believer in Buddhism, but was afraid.

Lian Meng didn't understand the explanation, but the door owner sighed and said that he had encountered some accidents when he went out on business 15 years ago.He was ambushed by a group of bandits in the mountains and almost lost his life.

At that time, his wife learned the method of fasting from a monk who had attained the Tao for several months, but she slacked off during that month alone.

She thought it was all her own fault, so from then on, she insisted on eating fast and praying to Buddha at the beginning of the month, and never stopped for a month.

What's strange is that in the past 15 years, the sect master has never encountered such danger again.

After hearing what he said, Lian Meng lamented that the ghosts and gods were really wonderful, but the sect master told him that there is no reason for gods and Buddhas at all.

As he said, he caught a green bird and gave it a worm every twenty times.

Lian Meng was a little strange, he didn't understand what it meant, but the sect master didn't explain it, he just asked him to take a closer look.

So he observed carefully for a while, and finally discovered the "strangeness" inside.

As a spectator, of course he knew that every twenty beats, the bird would have a worm; but the bird would certainly not understand.

It just flaps its wings and waits for the worm to come to its mouth like a godsend.

Then, after more than ten times of this movement, the bird suddenly discovered that several times after flapping its wings three times, it got a small worm.

So, it thought that it had found some supreme law, so once it was hungry, it flapped its wings vigorously three times, as if it would definitely get the worm it wanted.

The door owner said that this is the real reason why his wife recites Buddha's name every month.

Lian Meng understood half of what he heard at the time, but now he seems to understand the truth at that time.

He didn't know what he had figured out, maybe it was because he also had a time when he wanted to "flap his wings three times".

It's just that he didn't want any peace, let alone some delicious "bugs".

He just hoped that a day like today would never appear again.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

Lian Meng walked around a puddle of water, and finally saw the shop on the side of the street that said "Chen Ji Coffin".

There was still a candle burning in the store, but the boss was already preparing to close.

He stepped forward to stop the man, and then explained his purpose.

The shopkeeper was surprised to see Lian Meng.He pointed to a clean black lacquered coffin in the corner, and said, "It's a coincidence that you came here."

Lian Meng was puzzled, so the man explained to him that a young lady ordered a coffin not long ago.

I heard that the scholar who was engaged to her died of illness, just one month before they got married.

The girl was so heartbroken that she pawned all her jewelry and came here to pay the deposit.

The agreed delivery time was yesterday, but he waited for the whole day, but the girl did not come.

He found out later that she committed suicide by jumping into the river holding the scholar's body before dawn.

The two of them drifted along with the river for a long distance, and finally flowed into the big river, completely out of sight.

The shopkeeper was a little sad to hear that, he originally wanted to go to the river to burn some paper money, and he should pay back the money she gave, but who knew, it rained suddenly on a sunny day, so he couldn't go out.

When he said this, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked Lian Meng who was going to be buried.

"..." Lian Meng was taken aback by his question, paused for a moment, and then replied, "Friend."

"Friend? That's okay... Well, that's not what I mean, I just want to say that for the sake of friends, you won't have to live and die, and lose your life for nothing..."

Lian Meng heard him talking without a word, and then it was about time, he took out a piece of silver, and then left with the coffin on his shoulders.

By the time he returned to the hut, it was already late at night.

Although the rain hadn't stopped, Lian Meng didn't dare to stop.

After settling down for a while, he put Qi Nian in the coffin, and carried the coffin into the forest.

He walked around the forest, and finally chose a place that seemed secluded enough.

It was under the shade of an old tree.

On weekdays, it is not exposed to the sun or rain, and there are no travelers passing by to disturb it.

Lian Meng found an open space with lilac flowers blooming, and then dug the grave.

In fact, he was still a little upset.

After all, there is no need to bury the corpse in the wilderness as a Qi Nian.It was only because of Ling Yin's instructions that he had to do it.

But he should have a decent funeral anyway, and relatives and friends should come to express their condolences.

After a while, the tomb was probably dug.

Lian Meng moved the coffin in front of the pit, he hesitated for a while, but finally did not open the coffin lid again.

Firstly, he was afraid that the rain would wet Qi Nian's body, and secondly...even Meng himself couldn't tell.

So, he put the coffin in it without saying a word, and when he covered the tomb with loess again, the sky was already slightly bright.

At that time, the rain had stopped, and there were some subtle sounds of cicadas and birds in the forest.

Lian Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down in front of the lonely grave.

Now there is one thing left.

In fact, although the previous chores took some effort, they were not too difficult.

What really gave him a headache was how to write on the tombstone in front of the grave.

Lian Meng felt that it was not appropriate for him to write.

Leaving aside those illusory incidents of turning back time, Yu Qi Nian is just a character in a false "story", and even Meng Meng is not even sure which person that person sees himself.

They just met by chance and didn't have much in-depth contact.

Lian Meng felt that he didn't know many things about Qi Nian, even such trivial things as why the man bought an expensive brocade in Peony Pavilion when he was traveling with him, he never knew the reason.

Come to think of it, even calling such a relationship a "friend" might be a little bit reluctant.

The more Lian Meng thought about it, the more he felt a headache.

He looked at the empty tombstone, and after a long time, he couldn't think of an answer.

In the end, he didn't realize until dawn that it was time to leave.

Lian Meng stood up, looked at the tombstone and stood still for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that the writing on the tombstone doesn't have to have much to do with the deceased, it should only be related to the person who carved the writing.

Lian Meng was enlightened immediately, so he picked up the small sword in his hand, and carved six neat characters on the stele one by one.

I love the tomb of Qi Nian.