Chapter 334 Don’t Cry
Sheng Yingchun hummed and stretched out her hand: "There is still paper in the room."
Song Ziyan held her hand obediently and entered the house together.
Jiang Lin looked at Miao Yonghuai beside him and asked, "Aren't you going?"
Miao Yonghuai sniffed and asked, "Master, can you lend me some money?"
"Silver?"
"Yes!" Miao Yonghuai said: "Dad used to like playing kites with me, but he can't play with them now. So, I want to buy one for him."
After a pause, he quickly said: "I will pay you back the money!"
Only then did Jiang Lin understand why he didn't follow Song Ziyan to fold the white flowers. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll take you to buy them later."
Miao Yonghuai nodded repeatedly and stood beside Jiang Lin with his head held high, but he didn't look too sad.
When Sheng Yingchun came out of the house with Song Ziyan holding white flowers in his hands, Miao Yonghuai even hummed when he saw Song Ziyan's eyes were red.
"How can a man shed tears so easily! He looks like a girl!"
There have been a lot of military attachés here recently, and I obviously learned this from them.
Song Ziyan wiped his eyes and said a little stubbornly: "Who are you? I didn't cry!"
Miao Yonghuai wanted to say something else, but when Sheng Yingchun glanced at her, he immediately shrank his neck and became silent.
Regardless of whether she is a girl or not, this girl really beats people up.
Then, Jiang Lin and Tian Daheng led the three children out of the blacksmith camp.
First, he took Miao Yonghuai to buy paper kites. Tian Daheng also prepared paper money, incense candles, offerings and the like.
Seeing Jiang Lin, everyone hurriedly bowed their hands and saluted: "Master."
Jiang Lin nodded slightly: "Let's go when you're ready."
Everyone responded and moved forward with the team.
The journey was not that close, so Jiang Lin could naturally get there first, but since no one else had arrived, there was no point in going by himself, so he simply followed the big team.
It took nearly two days to get to Caiyang County.
All the members sitting in the watchtower who could come came, and only a few stayed behind to guard the place.
As for the family members, some left here to make a living elsewhere, but most still live nearby.
Living in this world is not easy, only by joining a group to keep warm can it be easier.
Everyone saluted Jiang Lin one by one, and the mothers of Miao Yonghuai and Song Ziyan ran over quickly.
"Mom!" Song Ziyan happily hugged his mother: "I miss you so much!"
"Mom misses you too. Come, let me see if you have grown taller."
Several relatives came over to take a look. Song Ziyan was already pretty, but now he looked more like a little girl with slightly red cheeks: "Maybe he has grown a little taller."
Next to him, Miao Yonghuai held his head high and stretched out his elbows with pride, showing off his curvy muscles: "Not only have I grown taller, look at this flesh, it's so hard! Master is very kind to us, and Grandpa Wei, I’m getting tired of eating red meat every day!”
His boastful tone, coupled with his indeed much stronger physique, and his fifth-grade martial arts cultivation that astonished many people, made the woman on the side burst into tears. She walked to Jiang Lin and knelt down.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Jiang, for such a great kindness. I am willing to work as a cow or a horse in this life."
Jiang Lin quickly helped her up and said solemnly: "This is my responsibility, my sister-in-law does not need to do this."
Tian Daheng also came over and said: "When you founded Zuiwang Tower, you said that future generations should be safe from worries. The nursery died for Zai Wangto. Naturally, Zai Wangto will take care of his affairs to the end."
Miao Yonghuai followed: "Yes, mother, I will also practice martial arts with the master. When I am the best in the world, I will help the master fight! I will fight whoever he tells me to fight, just like dad!"
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The woman felt better now, touched her son's head, and warned: "Just remember your kindness."
Tian Daheng turned his head and looked around, clapped his hands and shouted: "It's getting late, let's worship first."
There are dedicated personnel to guard the cemetery, and all the weeds have been cleared away.
Under the leadership of Jiang Lin, everyone placed incense, candles and offerings, then picked up the incense and lit it, and worshiped together.
Afterwards, each family member worshiped alone.
Song Ziyan took his mother and together they placed the white flowers in front of the grave.
"Dad, I folded it with my own hands. Doesn't it look good? Sister Yingchun taught me."
"Master gave the boy a double-edged sword and practiced slashing it every day."
"My child has already reached the fifth level of martial arts. He will soon catch up with his father."
Song Ziyan couldn't continue talking as he kept talking. His face was already covered with tears.
He fell on his knees in front of the grave and cried: "Dad..."
He was not the only one crying. Many people were grieving and crying.
Among the crowd, Sheng Yingchun was holding white flowers in her hands, somewhat at a loss what to do.
In front of her were the graves of her adoptive parents. After laying them down, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
Unlike other families, the adoptive parents still had surviving relatives, so during this worship service, there was only a lone figure of Sheng Yingchun in front of the grave.
She turned to look at Song Ziyan who was crying, then looked at the other house, and then turned back.
I blinked my eyes hard several times, as if I wanted to squeeze out tears, but no matter what, I couldn't.
This made her a little anxious. Why couldn't she cry? She rubbed her eyes vigorously and slapped them vigorously from time to time, as if she wanted to break them.
Jiang Lin noticed something strange, came over and held her arm down, asking: "What's wrong?"
Sheng Yingchun looked up at him, her eyes were red and swollen from the beating, her face was full of anxiety: "Master...I, I can't cry."
Looking at the girl who stretched out her hand to rub her eyes again, Jiang Lin took her arm again and said, "It's okay if you don't cry."
"But everyone else is crying." Sheng Yingchun said.
Jiang Lin was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I once met a man whose wife died in a car accident. The children, father-in-law, mother-in-law, relatives and friends all cried sadly at the funeral, but he never shed a tear."< br>
Sheng Yingchun looked at him, quietly waiting for the follow-up.
Jiang Lin said: "Like you, he doesn't understand why he can't cry. So he is very troubled and in pain, and he has to vent his emotions by constantly destroying things. But it is useless, even if he sets his home on fire, it will be Same.”
"He thought it was because he didn't love his wife." Jiang Lin paused and then asked, "Do you love your parents?"
Sheng Yingchun turned her head and looked at the two graves in confusion. She still didn't understand what love was, and she didn't know whether she loved it or not.
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Jiang Lin's voice came to his ears: "Until one day, he and others came to the beach. Looking at the vast ocean, he suddenly remembered that his wife also liked the sea. Until this moment, he suddenly burst into tears, hysterical and in pain. .”
"It's not that he doesn't love her, it's just that his wife left so suddenly, leaving him at a loss. Maybe one day you will see something related to them, and like this man, you will finally be able to cry."
"Something?" Sheng Yingchun turned to look at him, still confused: "What is it?"
"I don't know." Jiang Lin shook his head, then raised his hand and patted her stiff shoulder: "In short, don't force yourself to do anything. For many things, it may just not be the right time."
Looking at the girl's blank eyes, Jiang Lin knew that she didn't understand yet.
But it doesn't matter, one day, she will understand.
Miao Yonghuai on the other side glanced at Song Ziyan who was hugging the woman and crying bitterly, and snorted again: "I just said that Song Ziyan is a woman who only knows how to cry. She is not a man at all."
"Don't talk nonsense!" The woman next to him quickly pulled him back.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Only real men will not shed tears!" Miao Yonghuai said as he tied the paper kite he just bought to the small tree in front of the grave.
Then he clapped his hands, took a few steps back, and nodded seriously: "Dad, I personally selected this, and I also borrowed Master's money. Does it look good? It's a pity that there is no wind today, otherwise I can show it to you. .”
The kite lay quietly in front of the grave, indifferent.
At the woman's greeting, Miao Yonghuai came over and took a shovel to add new soil. At the same time, he talked about the training he had received in the blacksmith camp, improving his cultivation, getting along with others, etc.
While he was talking, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the paper kite moving.
Turning around, I saw the paper kite, which was not blown by the wind, floating slightly in front of the grave without any sound.
Miao Yonghuai was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked to the side. The paper money was not moved, only the paper kite was floating.
He swallowed and said to the woman next to him: "Mom, look at the paper kite..."
The woman turned her head to look and was stunned for a moment. She hesitated and said, "Maybe it's just a coincidence."
As he spoke, the kite fell down and made no movement.
Miao Yonghuai walked to the side with a shovel in hand, looked at the kite, and then at the grave.
A thought popped into my head: "If it really has something to do with dad, it will definitely fly."
At this moment, the paper kite suddenly rose up without any wind and rose into the air. It was swaying in the air under the pull of the silk thread.
Miao Yonghuai was stunned, and so was the woman. Even the other people around looked at the kite flying into the sky without wind, their faces filled with astonishment.
How can a paper kite fly without wind?
At this time, Miao Yonghuai's voice reached everyone's ears.
"Dad, is it you! It must be you, right!"
His voice was a little excited, and everyone turned around to see Miao Yonghuai waving vigorously at the paper kite in mid-air.
"Did you see, my dad made the kite fly! He must be awesome!"
The young man showed off proudly, and even Sheng Yingchun couldn't help but look at the paper kite in trance.
Is there really a soul after death?
"Mom, my dad is here! He must be looking at me!" Miao Yonghuai shouted to the woman again.
The woman nodded, looked at Zhiyuan with tears in her eyes, and murmured: "The head of the house..."
Miao Yonghuai shouted while jumping.
He was showing off, everyone could hear it.
Just shouting, there was a hint of crying in the voice.
Sheng Yingchun turned around and saw that Miao Yonghuai, who kept saying that he was a man and would not cry even if he died, had begun to shed tears.
When a teardrop falls, it is like a flood that bursts from a dam and can no longer be contained.
He suddenly ran to the small tree and pulled up the silk thread with force, as if to tear off the paper kite.
The woman was shocked and quickly stopped him: "What are you doing?"
Miao Yonghuai cried loudly and pulled the thread harder: "I want dad to fly the kite with me!"
The woman's eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying. She hugged her son and cried bitterly.
(End of chapter)