bright as stars

"Okay, go in quickly." Su Shi then sent Xiang Pingqing to the door of the house, and turned to leave.

Xiang Pingqing hurriedly said: "Don't go, let's go in and have a meal together."

Su Shi stopped, half turned around and looked sideways: "Huh? It's not good for your family to eat with me."

Xiang Pingqing's face was rosy: "My mother doesn't pay attention to these things."

Su Shi ran back to Xiang Pingqing with a brisk pace, and said with a smile: "Since Auntie doesn't pay attention, does Mr. Xiang pay attention?"

Xiang Pingqing had no choice but to ignore it, "If Mr. Su wants to go back, Pingqing will not keep you."

"Hey!" Su Shi shrugged and tilted his head to look at Xiang Pingqing, "Master Xiang, when did you become so naughty!

"It's just right, I haven't tasted the food made by my aunt, so I just had a good time today." After saying that, Su Shi casually walked in.

Xiang Pingqing had long been used to Su Shi's childlike behavior, so he smiled involuntarily but helplessly.

"Auntie?" Su Shi walked into the hall, but there was no figure of Mrs. Xiang: "It's strange... isn't Auntie at home?"

Xiang Pingqing followed closely behind, asking: "Is my mother not here?"

Xiang Pingqing walked around the house, but Xiang's mother was indeed not there.

"Impossible, it's impossible for my mother to go out so late, and I told her to wait for me."

"Maybe Auntie is in another room, let's look for it?" Su Shi suggested.

Xiang Pingqing thought that there was really no other way, so he nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Xiang, why don't you go to the house on the east side, and I go to the house on the west side?" It was too late, and there were no lights in the courtyard, so I could only look at the road by the moonlight tonight. Su Shisui was afraid that something might happen to his aunt in the dark night, The two split up and moved faster.

Xiang Pingqing looked worried, didn't say much, and acted quickly.

Su Shi Sui had a good look, and there was no difficulty in walking at night. The trip went smoothly, but there were no bumps or bumps.

Su Shi knocked on the door one by one, then pushed the door open and entered, "Auntie? Are you there?"

After no one answered, Su Shisui also searched every corner, and only exited to the next house after finding nothing.

When passing by the ancestral hall, Su Shisui found the half-opened door revealing faint candlelight, so he opened the door and called softly, "Auntie?"

The candles on the table were about to burn to the end, and the sandalwood used for the offering had long since burned out and turned into ashes and filled the incense burner.

Mother Xiang leaned against the altar with her head down, still holding the spirit tablet of Xiang Pingqing's father in her arms.

Su Shi stepped forward and softly called "Auntie."

Mother Xiang still kept her posture without any movement, so Su Shisui had no choice but to go up and pat her, "Aunt? Aunt? Uncle..."

Su Shisui's heart tightened suddenly, and he seemed to have a bad premonition, "Auntie..."

Called several times in succession, but there was no sign that Xiang's mother was about to wake up.

Su Shi put down the folding fan, and with a trembling right hand, he reached out to the bottom of Xiang Mu's nose.

Already out of breath...

"Mother...?" Xiang Pingqing stood outside the door at some point, and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Su Shi got up and rushed towards Xiang Pingqing, hugged him, and comforted him: "Pingqing..."

Xiang Pingqing in his arms was motionless as if frozen, he opened his mouth and said slowly, "What's wrong with my mother?"

Su Shi stroked his head casually, and said like coaxing a child: "Pingqing...Auntie, she is just a little tired and fell asleep."

"You lied to me..." Xiang Pingqing shook his body, his throat choked, "You lied to me... If my mother fell asleep, why did you sniff her just now?"

Su Shizui moved gently, comfortingly said: "Pingqing...Auntie just went to find your father."

The last ray of candlelight gradually went out, and the whole mourning hall was plunged into darkness. The only thing Xiang Pingqing could feel was Su Shisui's heartbeat and body temperature.

Xiang Pingqing lay on Su Shisui's shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably, "She's gone, I haven't even seen her for the last time..."

Su Shi let him cry, the clothes on his shoulders were damp and hot.

"Pingqing, no matter what, when Auntie left, she was very happy and without any grief." Su Zhensui comforted her patiently.

Indeed, Mother Xiang still had a smile on her face when she left.Mother Xiang and her husband have been in love with each other since they were young, and the love between the husband and wife has envied others all their lives. However, her husband passed away early, and since then the yin and yang have been separated, and now they are reunited in another way.

Xiang Pingqing was sobbing, tears pouring down like rain. In fact, he had already prepared for Xiang's mother to leave, but when that day really came, the attack of grief and sadness was still so strong.

Some people get together and some part, some people are happy and some people are sad, this is how the world is.

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According to the custom, Xiang Pingqing should keep watch for his mother for three days, and then bury her in the coffin after three days.

Xiang Pingqing guarded his spirit for three days, and Su Shi casually accompanied him for three days.

The last night of the wake.

"I know my mother doesn't have much time, but I didn't expect it to come so soon." Xiang Pingqing knelt on the tuanpu in filial piety, and Xiang's mother, who hadn't closed the coffin, was lying quietly in the coffin.

Su Shi accompanied him and knelt beside him, "People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and death is not necessarily the end.

"What are you going to do next?"

Xiang Pingqing said: "Continue to open my school and teach the students well."

"En." Su Shi nodded, putting away his usual smiling face.Then he asked: "Mr. Xiang, do you still want to be a gust of wind?"

"Huh?" Xiang Pingqing raised his eyes.

"I mean, does Mr. Xiang still want to wander the world?"

Xiang Ping smiled: "Mr. Su, how do you make a gust of wind?"

"Freedom to come and go, whatever you want, brave and romantic."

Xiang Pingqing glanced at his mother who was still in the coffin, "Mr. Su, my mother passed away not long ago, so it might be inappropriate to be a gust of wind now."

Xiang Pingqing is a person who abides by the rules, he just wants to be honest and not go anywhere, and keep a filial piety for his mother for three years.

"Master Xiang, you misunderstood me. I didn't say now, but I said that I would wait." Su Shi said solemnly.

"Master Su, you can do a lot in three years."

In three years, you can find another beautiful woman to marry and have children, why bother to fall headlong on one person?

The wind passed through the window lattice, and the candlelight flickered on and off, making Xiang Pingqing unable to see Su Zhensui's expression clearly.

Su Shisui said calmly: "Pingqing, I don't believe you don't have me in your heart. But I won't make things difficult for you, so I'm willing to wait."

The wax flowed all over the table and finally burned out.The sun gradually rises, the light gradually penetrates into the house, and the sound of the rooster crowing, it is the dawn.

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The first year of keeping filial piety.

Xiang Pingqing recruited many teachers to make it easier for him to observe mourning. Unexpectedly, more and more students came to this school to study, and the reputation of Xiang Pingqing School skyrocketed for a while.

And Su Zhensui was the same as before, going to Xiang Pingqing from time to time, and the people in Qingzhou City always made fun of them when chatting after dinner.

The second year of keeping filial piety.

Xiaoling and Xiaojiu from Huanxilou got married, and Su Shisui specially arranged for them in the restaurant, making it lively.

Su Shisui no longer beat Xiao Ling's head with a folding fan like before, after all, when a girl grows up and gets married, she no longer belongs to her family, so she can't beat her.Xiao Ling still laughed at his boss every day for not being able to catch up with the "girl he likes" as usual, every time at this time, Su Shi would cheekily explain: "That's when Mr. Xiang is still in mourning, so it should be. "

Xiao Ling had no choice but to roll his eyes to the sky one after another.

In the same year, the Huanxi Building was expanded to increase the area, and the entertainment content for guests increased a lot, and Su Shisui's pockets became more and more bulging.

Naturally, the handymen in the Huanxi Building were getting more and more wages, and they were full of food.

The third year of keeping filial piety.

Nothing special happened this year, but Su Shisui went back and forth to Xiang Pingqing's residence more and more frequently. To pass the time, Xiang Pingqing learned many dishes from Su Shisui. In Su Shisui's words: The level is already ready to enter the back kitchen.

In addition, the two often played chess and drank tea together, but they kept silent about other things.

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