He Wei

Xu Lang didn't eat or drink like this, and knelt in the hall for three days without sleep, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and a pure white crane cloak covered his thin body like a mourning dress.

It took only three days for Xu Lang to become like this, which shows how much Xue Chengyu's death has affected him.

Xue Chengyi couldn't stand it anymore, came to Xu Hong's side, knelt down to the side, and patiently persuaded him: "Brother Lang, the eldest brother has already left, why do you make such a fool of yourself, and the eldest brother doesn't want to see you like this..."

Xu Lang didn't respond to Xue Chengyi, still staring blankly at the memorial tablet in silence.

"Brother Hong! Big brother hopes that you can live a good life instead of ruining your body like this. Please let yourself go."

Xue Chengyi was a little agitated, he didn't expect Xu Lang, who was usually docile and obedient, to become so recalcitrant now.

"Chengyi, if you were me, when your last relative in this world died, would you still be able to face it calmly?"

"I..." Xue Chengyi was at a loss for words for a moment, and it took him a long time to recover after Xue Chengyu left. Master Xue became ill because of this matter, and the burden of the Xue family fell on him alone.

In order not to let himself think about his brother's death all the time, he tried his best to keep himself busy, dealing with those who came to express their condolences. If the younger brother is like this, then Xu Hong, the person next to him, will definitely be sadder than him Thousands of times.

"When the Yellow River flooded, my parents and I fled with the fellow countrymen. We thought we would be able to escape, but then we encountered the plague, and my parents died. I begged along the road alone, and came to the south of the Yangtze River in a caravan going south.

I wanted to be a servant to barely fill my stomach, live like an ant but was driven out, and almost froze to death in the cold winter... You have never experienced the repeated cycle from hope to disappointment, from light to darkness ..."

Hearing Xu Hong's words, Xue Chengyi couldn't help falling into silence. Seven years ago, he was still young, and he only knew that Xu Hong was a refugee who fled in his youth, and he didn't know anything about his rough past.

What's more, he was born in Xue's family, and he lived a carefree life. His mother died when he was young, and he didn't have much impression of him. Xu Lang's experience was simply unimaginable to him.

"Fortunately, he rescued me and allowed me to stay in Xue's residence, saving me from suffering from hunger and cold. To me, Cheng Yu is a benefactor, a relative, and even the one I love the most.

He is the one who gave me a home, and he is the one who gave me these seven years of comfortable life. I can't give him anything but myself. Thanks to him, he has kept me until today... I owe Chengyu so much in this life. too much……"

Xu Lang picked up some yellow paper and touched it in the brazier. The paper money would be fine when it met the fire, and the ashes would be gone with the wind, just like Xu Lang's life was coming to an end.

"It's getting late, go back and rest, the burial will be tomorrow, let me spend more time with him..."

Xue Chengyi was embarrassed to say anything more, so he patted Xu Hong on the shoulder and turned to leave. Once again, only Xu Hong was left in the mourning hall.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the flames in the brazier danced and flickered, and all the paper money in front of him was scattered on the ground, and it was desolate, but Xu Lang, who was obviously cold to the bone, felt a bit of warmth from the wind.

"Is that you?" Xu Hong asked softly.

No one answered in the hall, only the white candle flames on both sides of the memorial tablet were swaying. Xu Lang noticed the change of the flames, and his empty eyes became refreshed. After a few glances, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to himself: "It's not yet the first seven...how could you come back..."

Xu Hong picked up the scattered paper money and threw it into the brazier. The flames were still flickering, no matter how they burned, they were so small. Xu Lang looked at the brazier and smiled wryly, "Don't you want me to burn it again? Enough has been burned before. ……"

Another gust of cool wind blew across Xu Hong's cheeks. The wind was much stronger than last time, and it took advantage of the opportunity to completely extinguish the fire in the brazier.

Xu Lang tried to stand up, but his legs were unconscious because of kneeling for a long time. His legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he fell to the ground before taking two steps when he stood up. The state of mind when his legs were paralyzed, he understood the suffering he had suffered in those years.

Xu Lang came to Xue Chengyu's coffin with difficulty, touched the cold wood with his hands, tears rolled in his eyes, "Chengyu...I miss you...there are only half of the cherry blossom trees in the yard...it's just that Half of it is about to lose... I failed to raise it well..."

Xu Lang sniffled, and continued: "Cheng Yu...it's so cold in the yard after you left...it's so dark...there's no life but death-like silence...I'm the only one left in this world...as if Everything is back to the original point... Without you, it is like there is no light... I have been living under the light and shadow of you... I have walked through seven years of time step by step... I promised to grow old together... But you suddenly don’t want me Oh... Cheng Yu...you are a liar... cheated me of the turbulence of my life..."

Xu Lang's tears flowed down one drop after another, forming a small puddle on the ground. The mourning hall was surprisingly silent, and even the sound of tears falling on the ground could be heard clearly. This was the night that belonged to Xu Lang and Xue Chengyu. The last night of this life.

"Chengyu...you are most afraid of the cold...it's cold down here...don't be afraid...I'll go back to accompany you soon...you saved my life...if I live, I will live for you, if I die, I will live for you Died for you... Although I can't stop the wind, sea and rain for you, I can still stay by your side..."

Xu Lang put his head on the coffin and curled his body together. He was really tired after not closing his eyes for three days and three nights. Master.

"Cheng Yu... This is the last time I will sleep on you... It's late at night... I want to sleep... I won't stay here tonight..."

Saying that, Xu Hong slowly closed his eyes, and the last tear fell from the corner of his eyes, startling the silent night.

The cool wind blew the curtains and blew out the candles in front of the tablet, and the half-tree cherry blossoms in the courtyard fell silently, leaving only the withered branches that recorded that this year's cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

The cherry blossoms that grow in the shadows grow toward the sun, and without the sun, they are defeated.

The servants who went to carry the coffin in the early morning of the next day saw Xu Hong leaning against the coffin motionless, went to test his breath, found that Xu Hong had been dead for a long time, panicked and went down to inform Xue Chengyi.

Xue Chengyi was shocked when he heard this, and immediately notified Master Xue, and the two rushed to the mourning hall together, and when they saw the peaceful Xu Hong, they could only sigh helplessly.He finally let him go, the ground is cold, the two of them will feel warmer when they meet again.

Xu Lang didn't have a clear identity in Xue's family, but he was treated better than Uncle Fu when he said he was a servant, and no one served him when he said he was a master, even though he was Xue Chengyu's bedside person after the wedding, he had no status.

Xu Lang just stayed by Xue Chengyu's side for seven years without a name and a role. He didn't ask for anything but to be with his young master. He would go wherever the young master went, and he would do whatever the young master asked him to do. Absolute loyalty to Xue Chengyu.

Uncle Fu couldn't come up with an idea for a while, and asked Master Xue for instructions: "Master, what should I do with Xu Lang's funeral?"

Master Xue shook his head helplessly, and it took him a long time before he sighed, "Bury Yu'er together."

Uncle Fu quickly ordered someone to set up the coffin and put Xu Hong's body in the coffin.Xu Lang didn't have anything to bury with him, and all he could take away were some small objects that Xue Chengyu bought for him in the early years, as well as the jade pendant and mahogany hairpin, but fortunately, this time there was someone he loved by his side.

"Master, the time has come, it's time for the funeral..."

Master Xue waved his hand, signaling them to leave for the funeral.Maybe it was because the heavens felt sad for these two poor people. The sky suddenly became cloudy, and raindrops as big as beans poured down. Sprinkled on the coffin lid, isolating the coldness of the world, the paper money flying all over the sky was wet and fell to the ground, just like the heavy snow seven years ago that tightly linked the fate of two people.

Xue Chengyu has never failed Xu Hong in his life, but he just lost his promise and walked in front of Xu Hong, leaving Xu Hong alone in the world for three days.

These three days were deadly silence, Xu Lang knew his young master Xi Jing, and only stayed with him quietly after the condolence guests left.

For Xu Lang, Xue Chengyu was his sky, what would he be doing alive if the sky fell.

Life is passing by quickly, and the scenes of getting along with Xue Chengyu day and night flashed before Xu Wei's eyes. Life is like a revolving reminiscence, but it never stops.Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not being able to keep those most precious memories.

After drinking Mengpo soup at the bottom, he would completely forget his young master when he walked across the Naihe Bridge. He reached out to grab something but couldn't grab anything. He gave Xue Chengyu everything he had, cried and laughed, After tonight, everything has turned into a dream, but at least in this life he can be sure that Xue Chengyu's love for him is true.

Xu Lang pinned his thoughts on the jade pendant, hoping that in the next life, Xue Chengyu could rely on the jade pendant to find him according to the agreement in his lifetime, and they could live a more stable life in the next life.

In the end, life is nothing more than turning into a piece of loess and returning to heaven and earth. Xu Lang and Xue Chengyu can live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point. There is no other wish in this life.

In an instant, there was a loud thunder, and the rumbling thunder resounded in the sky and the earth. The double cherry tree in Xue's mansion slowly faded its vitality and died completely.

Feng Qiuhuang in this life has finally reached the point of swan song, no one can understand their love, and no one can understand their persistence in love.

Five years later, Xue Chengyi brought his young daughter under the cherry tree, gently stroking the withered trunk, watching the faded red silk and copper bells on the branches, silently shedding a tear.

The child didn't understand why his father was so sad, and asked in a childish voice, "Why did Daddy cry to a dead tree?"

Xue Chengyu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the bare branches, and sighed: "When the rain stops, it's hard for a dead tree to have spring again..."

Maybe Xu Lang and Xue Chengyu will have a better time when they meet again in the next life. May they be happy in the next life.