Chapter 370 It’s dark
Malu's funeral was held at the blacksmith shop. It was said that he had left a will and wanted to return to his roots.
Today's Ma family is only a seventh-level county magistrate, and they don't pay that much attention.
What's more, with Jiang Lin here, no one dares to underestimate the blacksmith shop.
Although Ma Lu had a bad rap a few years ago because of Blacksmith Ma's affairs, whether for Jiang Lin's sake or for other reasons, the neighbors still spontaneously came to pay their respects.
Naturally, Yu'er also came, and now she is very old and needs a cane.
He has white hair, his face is full of wrinkles, and he is slightly stooped when he walks.
"Hello grandma." The little girl named Ma Ningyan ran over and saluted Yu'er first, then looked at Jiang Lin and asked: "Grandpa Hong, my father said he wanted to use the money to repair this place, okay? ”
"No need." Jiang Lin shook his head.
The blacksmith shop has not changed in decades, Blacksmith Ma has not repaired it, and Jiang Lin will not let anyone touch it.
Ma Ningyan said oh and replied.
Yu'er asked: "Is this Malu's granddaughter? She is a beauty and looks very smart."
"Yeah." Jiang Lin replied casually.
Yu'er had long been accustomed to his few words and didn't care. She just looked at Malu's mourning hall and sighed: "Even he is gone. I am afraid I am the only one left in the old neighborhood."
Jiang Lin didn't say a word, and Yu'er didn't speak any more.
This time when she came back, Yu'er talked a lot less.
Perhaps it was Malu's death that made her realize that she didn't have much time left.
Who can face life and death without fear?
It wasn't until a long time later that Yu'er said: "I want to build a grave for myself in advance."
Jiang Lin turned to look at her, and Yu'er also turned to look back, squinting her eyes and smiling: "At least I know what it's like to be buried in it, so I won't be too afraid."
Although she is old, in Jiang Lin's eyes, she is still like the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl back then.
Yu'er whispered, how big a tomb she wanted to build, how deep it was, and what kind of tomb she wanted to build.
I explained it carefully, inside and out.
After even choosing the flowers to place on the grave, Yu'er suddenly asked: "Brother Chen, can you teach me about immortality?"
Jiang Lin turned his head again and saw that Yu'er's face was full of tears at some point.
She was not really afraid of death, but she felt very uncomfortable thinking that one day she would never be able to see this person again or call him Brother Chen.
She really wanted to live forever and be able to stay with him like this, even if she didn't do anything or say anything.
But Jiang Lin could only shake his head: "I can't."
Although he has not changed after so many years, he doesn't know whether this is immortality, let alone teach others.
After this day, Yu'er really stayed and began to build her own tomb.
It was also from this day that Jiang Lin saw that the aura on Yu'er's body began to dim.
She goes surveying and measuring with others every day. When she comes back, she will sit in front of the blacksmith shop and talk to Jiang Lin about the day's events.
Jiang Lin never interrupted her and would listen quietly no matter what she was doing.
After Ma Lu's funeral, the Ma family went back.
However, Yu'er's subordinates in business often go here.
Yu'er had no children, so she adopted three children, two boys and one girl.
They are both very smart and have grown up now, running around every day to take care of her business.
Every time these three children come to the blacksmith shop, they are very respectful to Jiang Lin, because they know how powerful this man is who looks about the same age as them, but is actually at least seventy or eighty years old.
As the days passed, the tomb built by Yu'er became more and more decent.
She deliberately slowed down her progress, as if doing so would help her live longer.
Only Jiang Lin knew that she didn't have much time left, and her aura was so dim that it appeared and disappeared, and she didn't know when it would dissipate.
In this way, one year after Malu's death, only half of the tomb was repaired.
Jiang Lin couldn't resist, so Yu'er called him to the tomb to give advice.
Looking at the spectacular cemetery in front of him, which occupies a large area and is filled with insects, fish, birds and beasts, Jiang Lin has no idea what to say.
He didn't understand these things, and Yu'er seemed to just find a reason to go out for a walk together.
"Look, this is the main tomb." Yu'er pointed to the huge tomb entrance in front and said, "When I die, I will carry it in from here and place it in the middle of the tomb."
"I bought a lot of fish oil, which should be enough to burn for a long time."
Jiang Lin suddenly said in a low voice: "When the tomb is closed and there is no air, the fire goes out."
Yu'er was startled: "Is that so? I almost forgot that you are a blacksmith and are best at making fire. That's such a pity."
Yu'er, who was walking on crutches, had been walking for a long time and was so tired that she couldn't straighten up. She simply sat next to the tomb, regardless of the mud staining her dress.
She lightly hammered her legs, looked around, and said, "But it looks pretty good, right?"
Jiang Lin nodded and said yes.
It is indeed very good, but Malu's grave is not so beautiful. After all, Yu'er's business has been very big. It is said that it is the largest cloth shop in the world.
Yu'er laughed softly and said: "Actually, now that I think about it, living forever is not a good thing. It's boring to always watch others die while you live well. In the end, you don't know anyone anymore."
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Jiang Lin didn't say anything. Whether it's interesting or not depends on everyone's definition.
And he himself doesn't care much about being interesting or boring.
When Blacksmith Ma and the others were here, they were forging iron every day.
It's still the same now that they're gone.
"I heard that when Malu left, he said he never wanted to study again?" Yu'er asked.
Jiang Lin looked down at the loess on his toes and hummed: "He also said that he missed his master and his wife."
"That's good, I finally understand something." Yu'er chuckled again and said: "It's a pity that no matter how much we think about it, we can't go back to the past. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will really have to put on a red wedding dress to come to you. Instead of sending a broken wallet.”
"Brother Chen."
"Huh?"
"Why is it so dark?"
Jiang Lin turned around and saw that Yu'er's eyes were lifeless, looking around blankly.
The aura on her body became darker and darker, and was almost invisible.
Jiang Lin trembled slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu'er's palm.
Obviously he has experienced the death of many people, but this time, he still couldn't escape after all.
"It's okay, it's just that the clouds cover the sun and it might rain." Jiang Lin's voice was no longer dull and seemed much softer.
Yu'er hummed, and her voice began to weaken: "I'm a little cold, is it the Chinese New Year soon?"
Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment, then finally stretched out his hands and held her in his arms.
"It's almost there, there are still two months."
“I think I might not survive the New Year.”
"No nonsense."
"Brother Chen."
"I'm here."
"Actually, I secretly hid your portrait in the tomb. Do you think it's unlucky?"
Jiang Lin lowered his head and looked at her face that was gradually losing color. Knowing that she could no longer see him, he still shook his head subconsciously: "It's not unlucky."
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"That's good..."
"Brother Chen."
"I'm here."
"I'm going to sleep for a while. When it gets dark, remember to wake me up and I'll make dumplings for you."
Her hand dropped and she could no longer lift it up.
The body in his arms gradually became cold.
Jiang Lin hugged her and whispered: "Okay, let's make dumplings to eat."
Yu'er no longer made a sound, and her aura completely dissipated.
Jiang Lin didn't move, just held her like this.
The sun slid across the horizon and set.
The moon rises from the Western Mountain and hangs in the sky.
Beside the cold tomb, the tall and burly figure hugged the rickety old woman and kept sitting like this.
Until dawn the next day, when the sun shines down, illuminating the entrance to the tomb.
Jiang Lin looked at the bright sun and whispered: "Yu'er, it's dawn."
The clear and sweet voice vaguely came to my ears.
"Brother Chen, I embroidered it myself. Does it look good?"
Jiang Lin looked down at Yu'er in his arms and nodded gently: "It looks good."
……
Jiang Lin personally delivered Yu'er's body to the tomb.
He saw the portrait. It was not hanging, but attached to the coffin lid.
It's him hitting the iron with a hammer. It's very vivid and vivid.
The old craftsman in charge of making the coffin sighed: "She said she can look at you this way. If you feel unlucky, you can take it off."
"No need."
Jiang Lin gently placed Yu'er's body into the coffin.
Looking at her old face as if she was really asleep, Jiang Lin stood there for a long time before moving the coffin lid next to his portrait and closing it.
Looking at the lit fish oil lamps around him, Jiang Lin was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand, and caught a ray of sunlight in his hand, exuding hazy light.
He didn't know why he had such a method, and he didn't even know how to use it. He seemed to use it whenever he wanted to.
Placing the light on the coffin, Jiang Lin whispered: "This way, it will not go out."
After leaving the tomb, I watched the craftsmen knock down the stone door and seal the entrance.
The mournful cries of Yu'er's adopted children, grandchildren, and granddaughters could be heard.
One of the adopted sons came over with tears in his eyes.
He bowed and saluted Jiang Lin, and then said: "Mother said that when she leaves, the business of Buzhuang will be given to you."
Jiang Lin looked at this unfamiliar man. There was a trace of aura on his body, which was connected to the tomb, just like the cloth bag that Malu gave him.
"You can take care of it on your own, I won't bother you," Jiang Lin said.
He has no need for fame and fortune, otherwise he would not have stayed at the blacksmith shop for so many years.
It's just that Yu'er's departure means that after Jiang Lin came here, the group of people he met at the beginning will never be seen again.
Returning to the blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin opened the door to the house built for him by blacksmith Ma and Lu Yinghong in front of the woodshed.
Along with the crunching sound, the sun shines in, reflecting everything in the house.
On the table, there is a wooden box.
Jiang Lin walked over and opened it. Inside were many bunches of shriveled candied haws, which Blacksmith Ma had bought.
Next to the candied haws, is a set of old children's clothes, which were left by Lu Yinghong.
Next to it is an old purse.
It was embroidered by Yu'er herself at the age of sixteen or seventeen decades ago.
All the breath on these things has disappeared, and there is no trace left.
After Jiang Lin watched for a while, he walked out of the room.
He looked at the house where Ma Tiejiang and Lu Yinghong once lived. It had never changed since he came here until now.
But the people who lived there have passed away.
Jiang Lin turned his head and looked at the houses of other neighbors.
Many families have rebuilt their houses, and everything has changed, but the people living there seem to have never changed.
Still bustling with people coming and going.
Jiang Lin stretched out his hand and the wooden box flew out of the room.
He looked down at the ordinary candied haws, clothes, and purse.
When he looked up again, there were countless faint auras in his field of vision, like rattan weaving the heaven and earth.
The confusion in Jiang Lin's eyes faded a lot in an instant, and he seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.
"The world of mortals..."
(End of chapter)