That night, Lu Wancheng died in front of Lin Qingyu.
He had long eyelashes, his expression was serene, and he was dressed in a festive crimson robe, and his body was clean and clear. One hand was held by Lin Qingyu, and the other hand was placed on the armrest of the wheelchair, as if he was really just asleep.
His face lost support and tilted to the side, the same as when he was dozing off in a wheelchair. Lin Qingyu subconsciously dropped the umbrella in his hand and held up Lu Wancheng's cold cheeks.
Without the umbrella, snow fell silently on their hair, faces, and shoulders.
The fierce guy told Lin Qingyu the funeral process. He should remember it very clearly, but now, he is a little at a loss-Lu Wancheng is dead, what should he do.
Huantong was really worried, and came to the yard to see the situation. He saw his young master kneeling in front of the wheelchair on one knee, spreading his bright red dress on the snow, with long hair blocking his side face. He held Master Xiaohou's hand in one hand, and Master Xiaohou's cheek in the other hand, standing beside him with an open umbrella, covered with snow.
The two were motionless, like statues.
"Little Hou Ye!"
Lin Qingyu heard a cry from behind—the voice of Huantong.
Huantong was the person he had brought from Lin Mansion. At the beginning, like him, he hated the entire Nan'an Hou Mansion. Who would have thought that he would cry so sad for Lu Wancheng in the end.
In less than a year, he can conquer people's hearts. Lu Wancheng is really capable.
Huantong knelt in front of the wheelchair, crying out of breath. His cry pulled Lin Qingyu back to reality from a kind of emptiness.
Lu Wancheng is dead. Maybe he has been reborn in some bizarre world, or maybe he really died.
No one can tell him the answer, and he doesn't know if he can wait for the answer. But in any case, he promised Lu Wancheng that he would watch him go, and then live well.
He has done the first half.
Lin Qingyu stood up slowly. He stayed in the same posture for too long, his eyes were dark for a moment when he got up, and he almost fell over, but in the end he stabilized his figure. "Don't cry," he heard himself say, "didn't you listen to the fierce people. If you drop your tears on him, you won't dream of him anymore."
Huantong trembled: "Master..."
Lin Qingyu gradually recalled what the wicked guy had said, and said stupidly: "Move him to the house and cover it with white silk. There is no need to change the shroud. Just let him wear this body for funeral. After doing this, you go. Report the funeral." He paused, and then said: "By the way, you need to use the back, don't hold the princess."
Huantong choked and nodded: "What about you, master?"
"I'm going to change clothes."
He can't let others see him wearing a wedding gown, painted with the appearance of Huatian. Only Lu Wancheng can see it, not others.
Report the funeral, enter the funeral, guard the shop... Lu Wancheng's funeral proceeded in an orderly manner. Lin Qingyu must personally take care of everything. When the Nan'an Hou Mansion was in a difficult situation, he still handled Lu Wancheng's funeral affairs.
The news reached the palace, and the queen was in great grief. The child born to her young sister who died young did not survive the weak crown in the end. She also thought that her child was far away in the other palace, and it was difficult to see the other side, and she had to watch other people's sons beautifully on weekdays, and she was even more saddened.
The queen cried secretly in Fengyi Palace. She couldn't leave the palace, so she could only send her confidant father-in-law to the palace to express condolences. The saint’s compassionate ministers gave a lot of things to go down, and let Nan'anhou rest in the mansion with peace of mind. As for many matters of the household department, the prince can take care of it first.
Wen Guogong and his wife were also in tears when they learned that their grandson had passed away. They were too old to see the sad scenes, so they chose a few powerful stewards to help their grandchildren and daughters-in-law. They know that their grandson cares about this daughter-in-law, otherwise they would not ask them for someone several times, just because they don't want her daughter-in-law to be involved in the housekeeping affairs.
Except for the Lu clan, most of the people who came to mourn were the officials and their families. The visitor saw the male wife who was personally married by the Holy Spirit in the mourning hall. But seeing him kneeling in front of the coffin in plain clothes, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end. In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a big word "Lien", and the white streamers fluttered, which made his appearance a little bit beautiful and strange.
Nan'an Houfu left two young masters in a row within one month. The lord was sick in bed, and the mistress was crazy. It was unbelievable. It attracted a lot of good people to discuss privately: the so-called couple can only be one man and one woman, and two men are married. To be a husband and wife is to go against the sky. Not to mention that the male wife has such an appearance, how can a sick man survive. No, the retribution is coming. It can be seen that the Nan'an Hou Mansion was not happy, but misfortune.
There was an endless stream of mourners during the day, and only at night could Lin Qingyu find some peace. The flower dew cried and put the paper money into the brazier. The entire Blue Wind Pavilion was the saddest cry for her.
"What can I cry?" Lin Qingyu said lightly, "Didn't I tell you earlier, he won't survive the winter."
Hualu cried and became a tearful person: "But, but... Shaojun, are you really not sad at all?"
Lin Qingyu was stunned, and said, "It's okay."
Everything was in his expectation. As early as the first time he saw Lu Wancheng, he knew that he would not live long. There is a year to prepare mentally, what else can be sad.
Lin Qingyu looked at Lu Wancheng's tablet, feeling awkward no matter how she looked at it. He thought for a long time, and finally realized what was wrong. He stood up abruptly and said, "You are mistaken."
"Young Master, what are you talking about?"
"He is not called Lu Wancheng."
Pan and Hua Lu looked at each other. Pan thought that Lin Qingyu had not rested for too long, causing confusion, and persuaded: "Shojun, do you want to go back to the room and rest for a while? I will guard this place."
Lin Qingyu shook her head and repeated what Cai said earlier: "He is not called Lu Wancheng."
Pan's helplessness: "He isn't called Lu Wancheng, what else is he called."
Lin Qingyu opened her lips, "His name is Jiang..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The crying did not stop, sad, intermittent, and annoying.
Lin Qingyu tried to isolate these voices. He never forgets his eyes and ears, as long as the person has said it, he will surely remember it.
However, he thought for a long time, thinking that everyone had gone, thinking that he was the only one left in the mourning hall, and couldn't think of that person's name. He only remembered that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, that person's slanderous nonsense:
"My surname is Zhu and my name is Da Zhuang. Besides calling me "Wan Cheng", you can also call me "Brother Da Zhuang"."
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Actually, my last name is Jiang and my name is..."
Lin Qingyu laughed lightly.
The light of the candle reflected on his pale and beautiful face. He slowly put away his smile, and after that, there was no other expression.
He was like this, sitting in front of the man's coffin, withered in the sky.
The time after Lu Wancheng's death seemed to pass extremely quickly, but in the blink of an eye, it reached his first seven days.
According to legend, the souls of the deceased will return home on the first seven days to see their loved ones for the last time before they can reincarnate with peace of mind. For the first seven times back to the soul night, the family should avoid being in front of the spirit and meet the deceased in a dream.
Lin Qingyu never believed these, but still went to bed early. I don't know if it was overworked these few days, he soon became sleepy.
In his sleep, he vaguely heard someone calling his name. The voice is unfamiliar, but the tone is very familiar, with a smile in the loose, like a certain person.
Lin Qingyu opened his eyes suddenly. He thought he would see Lu Wancheng, but he did not expect to see a strange boy.
The boy has a long stature, wide shoulders and long legs, dressed in foreign costumes he has never seen before, and has clean short hair. His features are presumptuous and delicate, and his eyebrows are flared with laziness, and he looks handsome and can't get enough sleep. .
The young man sat on the ground leaning on the bed, saw that he was awake, smiled and called him: "Qingyu."
Lin Qingyu looked at him blankly.
"I didn't lie to you," the boy said with a smile, holding his cheeks, "Am I much better-looking than Lu Wancheng?"
Lin Qingyu nodded in a daze.
The boy asked again: "Is the voice better than him?"
Lin Qingyu nodded again.
The boy grabbed his hand and put it on his lower abdomen: "I'll touch your abdominal muscles."
The boy only wore a thin piece of clothing, and his sleeves were still short. Lin Qingyu felt the so-called abdominal muscles, warm and firm, full of vitality, and extremely real.
-Is it a dream? Is this person Lu Wancheng in his imagination
The young man looked at him for a while and sighed: "It's hard to see him again, why are you so dumb? If you don't speak, I'm leaving."
Lin Qingyu felt anxious, and pulled the boy's hemline: "Where are you going?"
"There is only one road in front of me, I can only go forward. As for where this road leads, I don't know. Do you remember our secret sign?"
Lin Qingyu immediately memorized it.
The teenager smiled contentedly and stood up: "I should go."
Lin Qingyu got out of bed afterwards, only to realize that the young man was more than half a head taller than him. "Name," Lin Qingyu asked urgently, "what's your name?"
The young man was quiet, and suddenly hugged him by his waist. Lin Qingyu was caught off guard, and subconsciously hugged the boy's neck. The teenager laughed freely: "You are so light, lighter than I thought."
This person does not allow other princesses to hug him, but his princess hugs others so easily.
Lin Qingyu wanted to mock him, but thought that this person was dead, they were in a dream, and swallowed the words back, picking up the most important thing and asking: "What is your name. If you don't tell me, how can I offer you the memorial tablet?" "
The boy put him back on the bed and knelt on one knee in front of the bed, just as he was on one knee in front of the wheelchair that day. "If I can come back, I'll tell you again. If I don't come back, you will assume that I have never appeared before."
"No, I want you to tell me now."
The young man ignored him, turned and walked into the night, waving his back to him.
Lin Qingyu wanted to catch up, but her feet seemed to have taken root, and she couldn't move.
"Jiang… "
Jiang what
Lin Qingyu was awakened from the dream, only to see the sky was bright, and the room was full of dim clear light.