Chapter 447： Goodbye is life and death

Chapter 447: Goodbye is life and death

Chapter 456 456 Goodbye is life and death

The closer Mingxuan got to the mountain, the stranger he felt. Whenever he wanted to talk, his second uncle would simply say: "We'll be there in a minute."

The second uncle took her to two graves.

The tomb was covered with heavy snow, and only a stone tablet could be seen.

So is the one on the side.

The second uncle walked to another stone tablet, gently brushed the snow, and said softly: "Aqiu, I came to see you, did you see that Zhaodi... is back.

Mingxuan looked at the two tombs in front of him in disbelief, his voice trembling: "Second uncle, why did you bring me here? Where is my mother? Where is my mother?"

The second uncle pointed to the stone tablet that was covered by heavy snow and only half of it was exposed. His voice was full of fatigue: "Your mother is right there."

Mingxuan knelt down softly, holding his head in disbelief, his voice hysterical: "Second uncle, this is not true, are you lying to me? Second uncle, where is my mother, where is she? ? Where is she? I want to tell her that I am back, Mom..."

The second uncle gently stroked the stone tablet in front of him, squatted there gently, and said in a clear, clear and soft voice: "That year, my eldest brother got drunk and had evil intentions. He fell in love with you when you were growing up, and wanted to take advantage of you. In the dark of night, while I was still drunk, I molested you. Who knew that you were too hot-tempered, so you broke away on the spot and ran away from home. "

"Although I found you later, your mother was afraid that you would run away from home again, so she explained that your eldest brother had entered the wrong room and wanted to find an opportunity to divorce him later. Unexpectedly, you stole two hundred yuan from your mother that night. Go far away."

"Your mother was frightened that night. You left in the middle of the night. Do you still remember? The night you left, it snowed heavily in the middle of the night. Your mother was worried about you and your safety outside, so she mobilized us to find her together. , your mother glared at the eldest brother fiercely when she left and said, if her daughter has any shortcomings, she will let the eldest brother wait to pay for it. "

"The eldest brother didn't dare to be careless, so he had to ask the whole village to look for each other in pairs. It snowed too much that night, and many people looked nearby but did not dare to look far away. Only your mother and Aqiu, despite the heavy snow, looked for Far, far away.”

When the second uncle said this, he was still gently picking up the snow on the stone tablet with his hands. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping people: "When we found your mother and Aqiu, they hugged each other tightly. At the same time, my body has become stiff and stiff..."

Mingxuan couldn't listen anymore, and pawed at the snow covering the stone tablet with his hands like crazy: "Second uncle, are you lying to me? This is not true, this is not true..."

The second uncle looked at her and sighed, "It's all debt, debt."

Zhu Butian looked at Mingxuan's emotional breakdown and silently helped her remove the snow.

He has felt this way before. When his mother died, he was even more desperate than Mingxuan.

"Mom, I'm back. Mom, look, I'm back." There were no tears in Mingxuan's eyes, and he just repeated the same sentence.

She had fantasized about countless meetings with her mother, but she never thought that when they met again, they would be separated for life and death.

“Mom, look, Zhaodi is back. Mom, I will never run away from home again.”

Zhu Butian looked at her and wanted to tell her to cry if she wanted to. He stretched out his hand halfway but did not drop it after all.

The tombstone was quickly clearly revealed in front of Mingxuan.

There are only five words on it, Chen Dongying’s tomb.

Mingxuan rushed forward and hugged the tombstone tightly, crying loudly: "Mom, it's not good to recruit a younger brother. You shouldn't leave to recruit a younger brother. Mom, did you see that I'm back? Open your eyes." Look at me."

The heavy snow has fallen at some point. It’s very, very big, just like the heavy snow that year. Until he had no energy to cry anymore and could no longer speak, the second uncle gently told Zhu Butian: "You can carry her back. It's snowing heavily now. Come back another day to offer some incense."

Zhu Butian nodded.

Mingxuan cried so hard that he fainted and slept for an hour at his second uncle's house before waking up.

As soon as she woke up, she picked up an ax and was about to rush to the next door. Her second uncle didn't stop her. He just said softly: "He has been punished all these years. So what if you kill him?"

Zhu Butian stepped forward and took the ax from her hand: "It's not entirely his fault. You calm down first."

Mingxuan sat softly on the ground and covered his face with his hands: "I shouldn't have run away from home. I was the one who harmed my mother and second aunt."

Second Aunt is such a good person.

"These are all debts." The second uncle looked out the window: "The snow is getting heavy again."

"Second uncle, please beat me and scold me. I am too ignorant, second uncle." Mingxuan knelt in front of his second uncle: "I was the one who harmed my second aunt, and she was still so young."

"It's not your fault." The second uncle sat in front of Mingxuan, his tone was calm, like an old man living in the mountains, looking down on all life, death and the impermanence of the world: "This is their life, and it is also their debt."

"I'll make lunch for you. You can rest for a while." The second uncle said as he left the living room and entered the kitchen.

As soon as his second uncle left, Mingxuan pounced on Zhu Butian: "Lantian, I have no mother. From now on, I will also be a motherless child."

Zhu Butian half hugged her, letting her express her emotions as much as she wanted, and comforted her carefully: "Everything is fate."

"I thought my mother had been waiting for me at home. When I came back, she would deal with me and scold me for being unfilial. She would not contact my family for so many years after she left. I can no longer hear my mother scold me. That time back then A farewell is a farewell." Mingxuan's shoulders shook as he cried.

Zhu Butian patted gently: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, and no one can think of many things."

If many things can be predicted, a person who is so kind will not die. If many things can be predicted, everyone's life will be different.

Early the next morning, Mingxuan went up the mountain with the sacrifices. She knelt in front of the tombstone for a long time before going down the mountain. When she went down the mountain, her legs could no longer walk, so Zhu Butian carried her down.

When he returned to his second uncle's house again, Deng Niangao's face was full of vicissitudes of life and he was sitting there with a stooped body. When he saw Mingxuan entering the house, he knelt down to her with a thump.

"Zhao brother, I'm a beast. If I hadn't been drunk and done such dirty things, you wouldn't have run away from home, and nothing would have happened to your mother and your second aunt. Zhao brother, I have survived all these years. That's enough, you can hit me or scold me, as long as you're happy, I won't resist," Deng Niangao said while slapping himself.

Mingxuan looked at the man in front of him with no warmth in his eyes. No, to be precise, he was an old man.

A man in his early fifties, his body looks like an old man in his seventies, his lips are pale, his face is like tree bark, and his body is stooped.

"After your mother's accident, my eldest brother's life was not easy. His son disowned him and lost contact with him. People in the village didn't want to see him. He walked alone in the village. When he had nothing to do, he would go up the mountain to accompany your mother." The second uncle also said. I don't know whether he was explaining Deng Niangao's explanation or telling the truth. The son he mentioned was the son of Deng Niangao's previous wife. Mingxuan's mother, whom he married only after her former wife died of illness, came in.

(End of this chapter)