The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin avoided their eyes and ears, quietly climbed over the wall and left the house, and came to Gu's house in a carriage.

At night, the mourning guests had already dispersed, the front door was deserted, and the two white lanterns covered with faint candles made people feel chilly. Mu Zhiming stepped forward to knock on the door, and it took a long time before someone came to open it.

Wen Zhongcheng opened the door, saw that it was Mu Zhiming who came, and said, "Master, the time for mourning is over today, you can come back another day."

"I'm not here to mourn the funeral." Mu Zhiming said hastily, "I'm here to return the documents."

"Documents?" Although Wen Zhongcheng was puzzled, he still welcomed Mu Zhiming and Wen Heyin into the mansion first, "My lord, follow me to the main hall."

"Don't bother." Even though Wen Zhongcheng was a servant, Mu Zhiming still treated each other with courtesy, "Excuse me, is your Madam there?"

"You are looking for Niang Juan." Wen Zhongcheng said, "She is eating with my mother in the kitchen."

Wen Heyin spoke bluntly: "It's too late for dinner at your house, what time is it, so you don't eat."

Wen Zhongcheng didn't explain anything, he just smiled apologetically. Mu Zhiming knew that they were busy to this point, so he finally took a break and had a hot meal: "Lead me to the kitchen."

"What? But young master, that's where servants stay." Wen Zhongcheng said.

"Lead me there." Mu Zhiming insisted.

Wen Zhongcheng stopped talking, and led Mu Zhiming to the kitchen room. The place hadn't been cleaned up yet, and the vegetable baskets and firewood were in a mess everywhere. Juanniang and Aunt Liang were huddled in front of the earthen stove to eat. When someone came, she was puzzled, but Juanniang suddenly recognized him, and immediately stood up happily and went forward: "Mr. Mu!"

Mu Zhiming took out today's paperwork from his sleeve: "It's such a late visit, I'm really bothering you, I have something to talk to the three of you."

As he said that, Mu Zhiming looked around, then pulled out a small bench for fire from near the vegetable basket, sat down amicably, and handed the document to Juanniang: "There is a note written by me on it, take a look, Can you understand?"

Juanniang took the document and spread it out, and saw that what she was going to do was clearly written step by step, and every single stroke showed seriousness. She couldn't help but get hot-eyed, and nodded repeatedly: "I understand."

"That's good." Mu Zhiming nodded reassuringly, "Actually...in fact, I want to talk to the three about the arrangements for General Gu's funeral. Of course, I am from a different family name, and I am not related to General Gu, so... "

"My lord, please don't say that." Aunt Liang said, "You can also see that our three servants don't understand anything. If someone is willing to help with cooking at this time, it will be a timely gift."

Mu Zhiming was a little relieved, so he asked them to ask someone to help with the funeral, mourning, serving meals and tea, sending the spirit after the coffin, etc. He was afraid that the three of them would not remember clearly, so he would have to pay attention to it before coming. Fang Fang took a pen and ink to write it down, and asked to take out the document and hand it to Aunt Liang.

The three of them never expected that Mu Zhiming would act so thoughtfully at such a young age, and would do his best to help, all of them were so grateful that their eyes were red, and they almost kowtowed their heads in thanks.

"I have worked hard for you these days. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." After Mu Zhiming said that, he stood up and wanted to leave, but Aunt Liang suddenly knelt down and begged in a trembling voice: "Mr. There is one more thing, I dare to ask you."

"Get up." Mu Zhiming was startled, and went to help Aunt Liang, "If you have anything to say, just say it, it doesn't have to be."

Aunt Liang held Mu Zhiming's wrist, choked with sobs and said, "Can you please ask your son to persuade our young master?"

Mu Zhiming was startled: "Brother Gu, what happened to him?"

Aunt Liang shed tears in distress, and sighed: "The young master has been kneeling in the mourning hall for two days and two nights, and he hasn't had a drop of rice or water. Just now I went to persuade him to rest and eat, but he still doesn't want to get up."

Mu Zhiming's heart trembled fiercely: "Why...but... you who are close to him can't persuade him, how can I persuade an alien who is far away from me?"

Aunt Liang shook her head: "Young Master Mu, we servants are stupid and can't speak. You know how to read and behave, and you can speak eloquently. You must be better at persuading us than we are. I beg you to try it."

"I... But he is really indifferent to me... Besides, it's so late... It's really inappropriate for me to appear so suddenly..." Mu Zhiming hesitated and spoke intermittently, Aunt Liang kept holding his wrist, So firm, so urgent: "Mr. Mu, our young master is not indifferent, he is just not good at words. Since he was a child, he never said what he liked, and he didn't fight or grab. Everyone said that he was mature and sensible, but the more others were so Talk about him, the more pitiful he is, others don't know, but I have watched him grow up since I was a child, I know, how can there be innate tolerance in this world? Who has never been a crying baby? Some people know that he is weak and sad, why should he pretend to be strong, why should he hide the pain in his heart?"

Aunt Liang's words shocked Mu Zhiming's mind.

He thought of his previous life, which was passed down from mouth to mouth among storytellers. Gu Heyan went to the battlefield at the age of 17. He was a young dragon, invincible in all battles.

The world put him on the altar, but who would have thought that Gu Heyan was only 17 years old when his parents died and his head was hung on the bloody sword and he didn't know whether he would live or die tomorrow.

"I see." Mu Zhiming supported Aunt Liang, "I'll try it."

"Thank you, Mr. Mu." Aunt Liang pulled up her sleeves to wipe away her tears.

Mu Zhiming said to Wen Heyin: "Ayin, wait for me here."

"Okay." Wen Heyin nodded, rolled up his sleeves, "Idle is idle, your kitchen is such a mess, let me tidy it up for you."

How could Aunt Liang let Wen Heyin do the work, let Wen Zhongcheng pull him to sit down, and asked Juanniang to bring him some snacks.

Mu Zhiming left the kitchen and went to the mourning hall alone.

The cold moon is like a hook, and the cool night is dyed with ink. In front of the mourning hall, the lonely and desolate white spirit-calling banners move with the wind, and the incense and burning paper are misty.He couldn't kneel anymore, he was dizzy, his back hurt, his knees were stiff, his shoulders were slumped, he knew that it was meaningless for him to kneel here, but he didn't know what to do, he wanted to be forgotten by the world.

Gu Heyan was waiting, waiting for the moment when he was exhausted and passed out, and then everything would sink into darkness, including his unspeakable grief.

This is how he survived the seven days in his previous life, knelt and kept his filial piety without eating or drinking, fainted, and woke up again.

This life is the same.

At this moment, Gu Heyan heard light footsteps, he barely raised his head to look, and felt in a daze that he should have been unconscious, but now he was dreaming.

Otherwise, how would you see him?

Mu Zhiming knelt down beside Gu Heyan, bowed his head and kowtowed respectfully to the spirit tablet.

After the ceremony, Mu Zhiming turned his head to look at Gu Heyan, and the two looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Although Aunt Liang asked Mu Zhiming to persuade Gu Heyan, what can Mu Zhiming say?What should be said should be persuaded, will Aunt Liang and the others not talk or persuade?

But after persuasion, can Gu Miao come back from the dead?Can Gu Heyan no longer be alone?

Mu Zhiming was silent, he didn't want to persuade anything, he wanted to just accompany Gu Heyan quietly like this.

The white candles in the mourning hall trembled from the wind, and it was freezing cold. Gu Heyan suddenly opened his mouth slowly, his eyes fell on Gu Miao's spirit tablet, and his voice was as inaudible as snow falling: "Before he set off, I asked him , If you don’t come back, you have regrets, he told me that you have no regrets, so on the day of farewell, I watched him leave without saying anything.”

Mu Zhiming looked at him and listened quietly, listening to Gu Heyan repeating that sentence: I didn't say anything.

In just five words, I don't know how many words Gu Heyan wanted to say to Gu Miao, but in the end there was only: nothing left.

Tears broke through the indifference in the depths of the eyes, and gushed out of Gu Heyan's eye sockets, bursting the embankment in an instant. After receiving the bad news, the young man who only knew that he was quiet and speechless, was accompanied by someone, and after listening to him speak, he talked with his father. At the next moment of farewell, weep and shed tears.

On a cold winter snowy night, in the mourning hall, Mu Zhiming stretched out his hand to hug the helpless Gu Heyan into his arms, let his forehead rest on his shoulder, let his tears fall on his chest, let his cries hide into his arms, so that his lonely body can be warmed for a moment.

The world is miserable, but fortunately the world is not bleak.