When the news of Fang Yixing's death in battle reached Yanziwu, everyone was shocked.
Fang Yan returned to the village holding Fang Yixing's body in his arms. The vermilion doors of each house were pushed open in the wind and snow.
"He's quite a man." A muscular middle-aged man sighed. "What a pity."
"Everyone says Yixing doesn't seem like a man from Yanziwu. That's not the case. How is he not like a man from Yanziwu? He is a man from Yanziwu. What he has done is not something that every man, young or old, in Yanziwu can do." An elderly woman praised.
"The old man dies the young man, and Fang Huwei, that old dog, is really pitiful-----" The white-haired old man with his hands in his sleeves shook his head and sighed.
"It's a pity that he didn't die in the battlefield, otherwise we could engrave a stone to commemorate his achievements and write his name on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village-----" said the young man.
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No matter how the villagers of Yanziwu viewed Fang Yixing's death in battle, wherever Fang Yan passed, huge white soul-calling banners rose in the courtyards of every household.
On the tallest tree in front of or behind every house, long strips of white cloth with talismans painted on them were raised.
There was a line of large characters on the white cloth: Taiyi Zhenren of Dongji ordered the golden boy and jade girl to lead the first candidate to ascend to the immortal world as soon as possible.
The white cloth spread out in the wind, rustling in the cold wind.
Finally, the whole village was filled with soul-calling banners.
This phenomenon has just occurred recently. The sword god Chiba Hyobu from the East died in battle. The villagers of Yanziwu were grateful for his loyalty and bravery, and spontaneously hung a white banner for him to call back his soul. This is a great honor for the villagers of Yanziwu.
Fang Yan's expression was numb and stiff. His hands were no longer his own, nor were his feet. His face was no longer his own, and his heart was no longer his own. Every step he took was like a machine moving without any emotion.
Behind him, one white flag after another slowly rose up.
In front of him were many relatives of the Fang family who were lined up to greet him.
The one at the front was old man Fang Huwei, his hands tightly grasping the wheelchair handles, because he was too strong, the old paint was rubbed off several pieces. He didn't dare to look at the body of his son in Fang Yan's arms, his eyes were red, with turbid tears in them, and he shouted hoarsely and heroically: "A good man died on the battlefield, he did not retreat or avoid, he died heroically-----raising the flag."
The eldest aunt Fang Yixin and the second aunt Fang Yiling cried uncontrollably. Lu Wan had fainted after hearing the news. Now she was lying on the bed, unable to stand up.
Uncle Fang Hao, uncle Zhao Chengxin and a group of other men rushed over and took Fang Yixing's body from Fang Yan's hands. Then they ran towards the coffin that had been set up in the inner room. According to the rules of Yanziwu, the deceased needs to be admired and remembered by relatives for three days before the coffin is closed and buried.
Fang Yan seemed to have lost his soul, without tears, without sadness, and unable to utter even a complete sentence. He walked past his grandfather Fang Huwei, past the crying women, past the door of his mother's room, and then came to the mourning hall and knelt in front of the coffin.
Some people burned incense, some set off firecrackers, and some burned paper money.
Some cried, some howled, and some mourned.
Some people knelt beside Fang Yan, some people comforted Fang Yan to drink water and eat, and some people told Fang Yan to mourn his loss.
Fang Yan had long lost his self-awareness, and his consciousness had entered another world.
He automatically rejected and abandoned everything in the world before him. The world he lived in only consisted of him, Lu Wan, and Fang Yixing, a family of three.
There is the scene when Fang Yixing bought him his first bicycle when he was a child and he was cheering, there is the scene when Fang Yixing corrected his mistakes in reciting Tang and Song poems, and there is also the scene when Fang Yixing whipped Fang Yan with a whip because he was lazy in practicing martial arts----
He is well-read, has a strong memory, and is an excellent calligrapher and painter. Mr. Chen Daoming, a famous calligrapher and painter, once said that he is qualified to be a university professor at Shuimu University and Yenching University, two national famous universities.
However, he has never been good at expressing his emotions.
He only scolded and lectured his son, and every time he showed concern for him, he would preface it with "your mother said."
He was polite to his wife, but there was no diamond ring or roses, and he never said "I love you".
However, he loved and protected them with all his heart.
With all his and his total power.
Every farewell hug should be a little stronger, because it may be a farewell forever.
Every wish must be fulfilled as soon as possible, because there may be no later.
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Ye Daoling is back.
He took half a day off from his busy official duties and brought his daughter Ye Zi to pay tribute to Fang Yixing.
After burning incense in front of Fang Yixing's spirit tablet, he glanced at Fang Yan who was kneeling on the ground, sighed softly, and left holding his daughter's hand.
Ye Daoxian came, bringing his son Ye Fengsheng with him. Ye Daoxian lit incense, and Ye Fengsheng knelt down in front of the spirit tablet and kowtowed three times. His head was bleeding, and he cried even more miserably than Fang Yan.
Ye Daowen also came, he came with his wife. Ye Daowen came to burn incense in front of the spirit tablet, while his wife went to the inner room to comfort Lu Wan who had been lying in bed for two days.
The old lady from the Li family came, the old man from the Zhang family came, and the old lady from the Ruan family also came.
The gentleman is here.
The gentleman went to visit Mr. Fang Huwei and then left.
Ye Wenrou is here.
Ye Wenrou knelt down when she arrived. She knelt beside Fang Yan, saying nothing, with a chill on her face.
Summer is here.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, who got the news, also came.
Qin Yitian is here too.
Qin Yitian knelt on the other side of Fang Yan, never saying a word to him, never smiling once. The people she brought with her were busy helping to deal with Fang Yixing's funeral, just like treating their own family.
Bai Xiu is here too.
Bai Xiu lit three incense sticks in front of Fang Yixing's spirit tablet, then stood in front of Fang Yan. He looked at Fang Yan and said, "Very sad?"
Fang Yan did not respond. He could not hear what others were saying, nor did he want to hear what others were saying.
The person he most wanted to talk to was now lying in that small wooden box. What did what other people said have to do with him
"When I got there, he was already dead." Bai Xiu said calmly. "But he couldn't take his last breath, and he didn't want to use up his last bit of strength. He just wanted to chop him. He just wanted to stab him. Didn't you see the satisfied look on his face?"
"He always wanted to do something for his son. This was his only wish. He did it, so he left with peace of mind. He was reluctant to leave, and he would not have the slightest regret. He wanted to be a good father, and he was indeed a good father."
Bai Xiu glanced at Ye Wenrou and Qin Yitian who were kneeling on both sides of Fang Yan, then turned and walked towards the inner room of the Fang family.
Lu Wan's room was crowded with people. Fang Yan's three aunts and some women from Yanziwu who were on good terms with her all gathered together, talking about some family matters and comforting Lu Wan, asking her to think more positively and to prevent her from going to extremes.
Bai Xiu stood at the door and knocked on the door but did not enter.
Lu Wan had not eaten or drunk for two days, and was extremely exhausted. Her cheeks were thin and her eye sockets were sunken.
Seeing Bai Xiu appear in front of her, Lu Wan immediately jumped up from the bed.
She ran to Bai Xiu, grabbed his arm, and asked anxiously: "Bai Xiu, when Yixing left, you were the only one who stayed with him - tell me, did he suffer? Did he have any regrets when he left? Did he ask you to bring back any words -"
Not only Lu Wan was concerned about this issue, the three sisters of the Fang family and other women also gathered around.
They wanted to know Fang Yixing's final circumstances before his death, and they hoped that he would leave without any pain or regrets.
Since he can't live well, I hope he can leave well.
Bai Xiu had a calm expression and a gentle voice. He said elegantly, "Aunt Lu, Uncle Fang passed away peacefully without any regrets. He said he was very relieved about Fang Yan and was proud to have such a son."
Lu Wan's eyes became moist, and big tears welled up in her eyes. She said in a sad voice: "Yixing never said it, but I know that he has always been proud of his son. He always wants to call his son, but he doesn't know what to say to him. Every time he dials the phone, he asks me to answer it. He listens secretly beside him, as if he is talking to his son on the phone. "
Since you have promised something, you must do it.
Therefore, even though he felt that this was very cruel, Bai Xiu still told Lu Wan truthfully: "Uncle Fang asked me to tell you a message-----"
"What message? What message did he ask you to convey?"
"He said..." Bai Xiu said respectfully, in a serious voice, "He regrets that he can't say this to you in person. He said he couldn't say it to you in person either - he was afraid that if he didn't say it at that time, he would never have another chance."
Bai Xiu looked at Lu Wan and said softly, "He said he loves you."
"Wow------"
Lu Wan burst into tears and cried until she fainted.
After the coffin has been kept for three days, Fang Yixing will be buried.
Fang Yan was dressed in mourning and holding a mourning stick as he walked at the front of the farewell procession.
Fang Yingxiong, Fang Haohan, Ye Fengsheng, Li Xiaotian and a group of friends who have not left Yanziwu followed closely behind, carrying the banners.
According to the rules, girls like Ye Wenrou and Qin Yitian only needed to wear short mourning clothes. But the two insisted on wearing the same heavy mourning clothes as Fang Yan, which made the old man in charge of the funeral in the village embarrassed for a long time. He discussed with old man Fang Huwei for a long time before agreeing.
When Fang Yan threw down the first handful of dust, the men who had been waiting nearby shoveled the dirt and threw it into the tomb. Wang Dong's tomb was dug behind Fang Yixing. The two brothers were together in life and death.
Soon, the deep pit was filled and the coffin was buried, marking the end of life and death.
The old man in the village sprinkled the magic water with willow branches and shouted loudly in a long and sad tone: "Go home-----"
"Go back------"
"Go back------"
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