A cry broke the silence of dawn.
Su Luochuan knelt aside and looked at the two women - one had left, the other was in pain.
The next day...
There is an additional mourning hall in the courtyard.
There was no music, no condolences, just a dark coffin standing quietly in the middle.
Qian Renxue was lying inside, wearing a white dress sewn by Hu Liena himself.
Her face was peaceful, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, as if she had finally found relief.
Hu Liena knelt in front of the mourning hall, burning piles of paper money.
The firelight reflected on her face, and it was clearly extinguished.
She didn't cry, her tears had long since dried up.
Su Luochuan walked in from outside, holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.
"Nana," he put the porridge on the small table aside, "You go back to the house and have a rest, I will guard it."
Hu Liena shook his head, "You should go back and rest first."
"I want to stay a little longer."
Su Luochuan looked at her haggard face, opened her mouth, and finally said nothing.
He nodded, "Well, I'll guard the hall for you in a while."
He turned and left, his steps heavy.
Back in the room, Su Luochuan was lying on the bed.
Close your eyes, can't sleep.
I can't sleep even if I open my eyes.
As soon as you close your eyes, Qian Renxue's face will appear in your mind.
Su Luochuan turned over and buried his face in the pillow.
His heart was so painful that it ached.
In this life, he has done many things.
Good, bad, aboveboard, shameful.
But only in this matter, he didn't know whether he did the right thing or the wrong thing.
I have monitored her for decades, but also stayed with her for decades.
She didn't blame him until the end.
But he himself couldn't get over this hurdle.
At this time, a carrier pigeon landed on the windowsill.
Su Luochuan stood up and took off the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg.
Unfolding the letter paper, familiar handwriting came into view.
[How is Qian Renxue's condition? I heard that she has been seriously ill for a long time. Is she going to die soon?
If she is about to die, it needs to be confirmed as soon as possible and the details reported.
If it is dead, bring the body back to the Tang Sect, the hall master will make his own arrangements - Tang Sect Outer Hall.]
Su Luochuan looked at this letter for a long time.
Then he tore up the letter piece by piece.
Tear into pieces, tear into powder.
He walked to the window and opened it.
The homing pigeon was still sitting on the window sill, looking at him with its head tilted and cooing.
Su Luochuan reached out and grabbed it.
The homing pigeon fluttered in terror.
Su Luochuan didn't hesitate.
He twisted hard.
"Click."
The pigeon's head drooped.
He threw the pigeon's body into the grass in the corner of the yard and closed the window.
Go back to the bed and sit down.
There was no expression on his face.
But his fists were so clenched that veins popped out.
The mourning hall was held for three days.
Three days later, he was buried.
In the backyard, Su Luochuan was digging a hole between two graves with a shovel.
The tomb of Qian Xunji is on the left, and the tomb of Bibi Dong is on the right.
The pit in the middle is for Qian Renxue.
The soil was dug out shovel by shovel and piled aside.
Hu Liena came over with a teapot and stood by the pit and looked at it, "What are your plans for the future?"
Su Luochuan stopped the shovel, straightened up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I plan to stay here and guard them."
Hu Liena was very surprised, "You really like Xiao Xue."
"Yeah, I'm wondering if it would be different if I could have known her earlier."
"There are so many ifs in this world."
"Yeah, what if..." He paused and looked at Hu Liena, "What about you?"
Hu Liena was silent for a while.
"I'm going to walk around."
"I have experienced so many things in these years, and I want to go out and see them."
Su Luochuan nodded, "That's good too."
Hu Liena said nothing and just handed him the teapot.
Su Luochuan took it, raised his head and drank a few sips.
Just then--
A white light suddenly fell from the sky.
The light was extremely bright, but it flickered away, like an illusion.
Su Luochuan raised his head and looked at the sky blankly, "Nana, did you see it?"
Hu Liena followed his gaze and saw nothing.
"What?"
"A ray of white light fell over the mourning hall."
Hu Liena frowned, "Did you see it wrong?"
Su Luochuan did not answer.
He threw down the shovel and ran towards the mourning hall.
Hu Liena was stunned for a moment and quickly followed.
In the mourning hall, everything was as usual.
The coffin is still in place, the paper money and ashes are still piled in the basin, and the incense in the incense burner has been burned out.
Nothing changes.
Su Luochuan stood in the center of the mourning hall, looking around.
There is no white light.
Nothing.
Hu Liena chased in, panting.
"What's wrong?"
Su Luochuan rubbed his eyes and smiled bitterly.
"Maybe... I saw it wrong."
Hu Liena looked at him, "You may be too tired."
"Well, maybe."
But none of them could see that there was indeed a person standing in the mid-air of the mourning hall.
The soul of Qian Renxue looked down at her body and the two people who were grieving for her.
She was stunned, it turned out that I was already dead.
She raised her hand and looked at her translucent palm.
Is this the soul?
She suddenly noticed something on her wrist.
I looked down - it was a watch.
Silver-white strap, round dial, no scale on the dial, only two indicators.
Qian Renxue was stunned, "What is this?"
She couldn't remember ever having such jewelry that could be worn on her soul.
But it was on her wrist, firmly attached.
She tried to take it off, but couldn't.
Forget it.
She gave up struggling and began to look around.
In the mourning hall, Hu Liena knelt in front of the coffin and added a wad of paper money into the basin.
The firelight reflected on her face, and it was clearly extinguished.
Su Luochuan stood aside, silently looking at the peaceful face in the coffin.
Qian Renxue floated next to them and reached out to touch Hu Liena's head.
The hand passed through.
Nothing can be touched.
She retracted her hand with a wry smile, and then she floated out of the mourning hall and to the backyard.
In the backyard, the half-dug hole was still open, with the shovel thrown aside.
She floated to her mother's grave and her grandfather's grave.
Three tombs, neatly arranged.
She suddenly felt at ease.
At least, they don't have to live or die.
In the backyard, the sun shines.
Su Luochuan and Hu Liena carried the coffin and walked step by step towards the dug pit.
The coffin is not heavy, and the body of Qian Renxue is very light.
"Be careful." Hu Liena said softly.
Su Luochuan nodded, and the two carefully placed the coffin on the wooden frame beside the pit.
Next comes the final farewell.
Cover the coffin and bury it.
Then, this person leaves this world forever.
Hu Liena stretched out his hand and gently touched the coffin.
Her eyes were red again, but she held back the tears.
Just then--
"Bang--!"
The door was kicked open.
A huge sound exploded in the quiet house, startling a few birds sitting on the eaves.
Hu Liena turned around suddenly.
Su Luochuan was also stunned.
Qian Renxue's soul was floating in the air, turning his head to look in the direction of the door.
Outside the gate, there was a group of people standing.