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Chapter 1 Funeral Silence
The white flags are tall and straight, and the verandah houses are decorated with spiritual flowers.

In Xuanzhou, Anhui, the Third Household Office of the Chen family quietly held a funeral.

Quiet, "quiet" because there are few people, "quiet" because they dare not speak out boldly.

There are naturally few people.

Most of the Chen family went to the front yard to mourn—the only eldest family member of the Chen family who was an official in the court also died.

"It's not even a coincidence that He Xiaoniang died!"

The three-bedroom verandah in the backyard, the mother-in-law squeezed the pumpkin seeds brought in from the front yard, and licked and chattered, "Master He swallowed his breath the night before, Miss He closed her eyes yesterday, the oak coffin that the third master prepared early in the morning It's useless at all...”

The mother-in-law pursed her lips, aiming at the southeast corner, "The third wife put her down, saying that a concubine's burial is more beautiful than a man who is an official, and only a hard-headed person would do this!"

The mother-in-law was beaming with joy.

Under the clear halo, several long parabolas of water mist were sprayed in all directions.

He Xianjin standing behind the arched pillars of the outer corridor silently turned his face away, avoiding the indiscriminate physical attack.

"According to what you said, if He Xiaoniang died at a different time, wouldn't she be able to have a grand funeral!"

"It's not just a grand burial! I heard that the third master even carved his name on the tombstone, and he will be buried with He Xiaoniang in a hundred years!"

The little girl from Shuanghuan on the corridor echoed, eating melon seeds, "It must be Mama Zhang! She knows everything!"

The mother-in-law was so flattered by the flattery that she seemed to have started talking, "Let me tell you, the Hetian jade that He Xiaoniang is clutching in the coffin is worth this amount!"

The mother-in-law came out with a slap in the face.

"Five taels of silver?" the girl guessed.

The mother-in-law slapped the girl on the head, "I have no experience! 50 taels! Third master's flower head for a month!"

"Wow! He Xiaoniang is really lucky!"

Do you want the blessing of early death for you?

He Xianjin slightly turned his head away, moved the saving box in his hand, and the four colored plates inside made a crisp sound as they collided together.

The mother-in-law turned her head and saw that it was He Xianjin, her hand holding the melon seeds froze for a moment, and then she smiled smoothly, "Sister Jin is sorry to see you, go and see your mother!"

After thinking for a while, he added, "It happens that the third master is here, while the man is sad, hurry up and settle your own affairs!"

Seeing no one around again, Mrs. Zhang said, "Some things are overdue—the four maids who are serving you have asked me to find another job early in the morning!"

He Xianjin lowered his head and straightened the storage box, then raised his head, with appropriate sadness and respect on his face, "Thank you Mama Zhang for loving me."

After finishing speaking, he carried the saving box and walked in without looking back.

The girl Dai Xiao is the most pretty, with white linen gauze, small white flowers, red nose and slightly swollen eyes, plus a slender and thin figure that has been spent for months.

Mrs. Zhang looked at He Xianjin's back, squinted her eyes, her eyes were cloudy, "Don't tell me, Sister Jin is more attractive than her mother."

Mrs. Zhang murmured these words in her throat

The little girl didn't hear clearly, so she let out a puzzled "ah".

Mrs. Zhang came back to her senses and shook her head with a smile, "I mean, you might be better off, sister Xianjin."

The third wife married to whichever house she wanted, and became a better-fortune girl.

we can only do this.

What can a woman do?

Especially this He Xianjin, who is not master, servant or servant.

Not even as good as them.

Even if they are servants, they are still married by the Ming media, with three letters and six engagements. If they are in a hurry, they can still be scolded by the head of the family.

Do these little girls dare?

He Xianjin walked around into the mourning hall with the saving box, and immediately saw the third master of the Chen family kneeling in front of the coffin.

"Get up and sit down first."

He Xianjin calmly opened the box, took four plates of pastries and placed them on Peng Ya's square table, "You have been kneeling for two days, and you haven't eaten or slept. My wife misses you and asked me to go to her yard to get some pastries." come over."

When Chen Sanye heard it, he raised his head sharply, his eyes tearing open with anger, "What did she tell you to do! Ai Niang is dead! Dead! What else does she want to do!"

Chen Sanye blushed, jumped up with his hands on his knees, and overturned the plate on the table!
"Tell her to take care of Yiyuan's affairs!"

"Ping Ping Ping Pong" The plate hit the ground, but it wasn't broken, but the pastry was smashed to pieces, and it was definitely not edible.

It's a pity.

He Xianjin remembered what the third wife said——

"The old man in front of me puts a mourning spirit, who in the whole family dare not go?"

"Is he just an infatuated kind? Is he a Liang Shanbo?"

"Your mother's death was not the result of a day or two. After being lingering and ill for a year or two, everyone is prepared."

"If you are a good boy, and you really feel sorry for the third master, then ask the third master to change his clothes, wipe his face, and hurry to the front yard to kneel and cry for his elder brother who died young!"

He Xianjin took another look at Third Master Chen with red eyes.

Roaring full of energy, the spirit is fine.

I can still cry.

He Xianjin evaluated inwardly, and handed a small stool behind Mr. Chen, "The third wife didn't want to do anything, and she didn't do anything to me."

"You sit first."

The little girl's expression was indifferent, and she couldn't see any happiness or anger. Only her red nose revealed her grief over the loss of her mother.

If he hurts, Xian Jin will only hurt more than him.

He died a woman, and Xian Jin died, mother.

In this world, only he and Xian Jin are really sad now.

Chen Sanye pursed his lips, tears welled up in his eyes, and he slumped down on the stool that He Xianjin had prepared for him.

"Your mother is dead..."

He Xianjin nodded, "When Auntie died, I was by her side."

"She's never coming back..."

He Xianjin nodded, "You can go to offer incense to her every Qingming Festival, and if you miss her, you can also go to the grave and talk to her."

"I can't hold her hand anymore..."

He Xianjin nodded, "When a person dies, yin and yang are separated, and it is safe to be buried in the ground. Naturally, do not disturb the cleanliness of the dead."

Chen Sanye was stunned, and burst into tears, "But I miss her! I miss her so much! No one really thinks I'm better!"

The longing for the dead is always difficult to fade away easily.

Deep love, deep thinking.

When time is long enough for you to think that you have forgotten her and the grief that her passing has brought you, the flowers she loves, the food she loves, the books she often reads, will pierce through again like a sharp sword your chest.

That's what makes your heart ache.

He Xianjin waited for Mr. Chen to calm down slowly.

The incense in front of the coffin was burned out, and the crying in the mourning hall finally gradually weakened.

"Compared to seeing you in pain, A Niang may be more willing to see you live a good life."

He Xianjin's voice was soft.

"Seeing that you eat well and sleep well, you can cry for her, but you can only cry for three days. After three days, I will pack up Aniang's cage. If you want, you can seal it up, and if you don't, you can bury it in the soil , accompany her to the next life."

"Seeing that you have no worries about food and clothing, you like something you like, and you have something you love."

"I see that you are unrestrained all your life, and you are not restrained by hardship."

"I even saw your children in groups, the children under your knees are cute, enjoying the family relationship."

Chen Sanye cried so hard that his eyes narrowed, "Your mother told you all this?"

He Xianjin pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

These are not what He Xiaoniang told her.

It was the only wish she had for the group of loved ones in front of the hospital bed when she died.

　Hello, see you again~
　　I rarely show up in 2022, because I went to the maternity hospital~

　　Basic daily changes, with a high probability of asking for leave 2-3 times a month.

　　The magic stick will fill in the pits, but people like the new and dislike the old, so they must like the new pits more.

　　Well~ I hope to start a wonderful journey with you~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)