Author: Xifeng

The next day on the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone got up a little late. Jiang Lu cooked the noodles and put a large bowl for Duoduo to take to Erye. Two eggs were lying on it.

"The old man has always woken up early, so I don't know if I have had breakfast?"

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you have noodles today?" Jiang Lu asked.

"I said that." Zhou Chunhe replied while putting on his clothes.

"That won't be." Jiang Lu guessed.

The snow stopped, the sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth. Duoduo carried the vegetable basket and went to deliver noodles to Erye. However, the door of Erye's house was closed, and there was silence.

Duoduo stood outside the door and called Erye. No one answered, so he tried to push the door. The door opened, and Erye was still nowhere to be seen in the room.

Duoduo looked at the door leading to Erye, and did not walk forward. Instead, he brought the face out and placed it on the table in Erye's main hall, and closed it back to the door and came out.

Zhou Chunhe was washing her face. When she saw Duoduo coming back, she asked, "Have you eaten noodles?"

"Second Master hasn't gotten up yet, I'll put the noodles on the second master's desk." Duoduo answered truthfully.

Zhou Chunhe stopped holding a towel hand. He looked back at his wife who was bringing him hot water, then threw down the towel and walked out of the yard.

As Zhou Chunhe disappeared at the gate of the yard, Jiang Lu's heart also jumped up.

Zhou Chunhe was walking at first, and ran behind him. The north wind whizzed across his temples like a knife cutting his face, but he didn't notice it, just ran forward desperately.

On the way, he met Daman and said hello to him. He ignored him and ran over. Daman muttered, "Is this gunpowder?"

When he arrived in front of the second master's door, the door was still closed. Zhou Chunhe stopped at the door and gasped. When he saw the second master's old cow stretching his neck and thrusting out of the cow pen, mooing in his mouth, Zhou Chunhe was upset when he heard this.

When I pushed the door open, the old door creaked and it was dim.

"Second Master?" Zhou Chunhe shouted and looked at the door.

"Second Master?" Zhou Chunhe shouted again and walked towards the door.

"Second Master?" Zhou Chunhe called out the third time and pushed open the door.

Zhou Chunhe finally saw the Second Master and called out softly, "Second Master?"

The second master was lying quietly on the bed, the sun shining through the window on his face, his face peacefully, as if he was asleep.

"Second Master!" Zhou Chunhe's legs trembled, unable to stand, and knelt in front of the bed.

"Second Master?Second Master!Second Master..." Zhou Chunhe called out three times, and finally burst into tears.

Second Master, I can no longer respond...

On the first day of the first lunar month of 2001, Erye left quietly in sunshine, dressed neatly, and did not say goodbye to anyone.

But what they didn't know was that the second master had long since parted with everyone in his heart, and even the yellow cow and that land, the second master left without any worries.

The second master was not tortured at all. He left peacefully in his dream, in a trance, in his wife's looming face.

The villagers of Wangjiaba Village were collectively silent for the first time. When facing Erye, no one could say a word "no", and no one could make a joke. Erye has been thinking about others all his life. When he was about to take care of Zhou Chunhe, he put on his shroud in advance, and tried not to cause trouble to others.

Since the second master left, Zhou Chunhe didn't say a word. He silently shaved his face, cleaned his hair, and let the second master finish the last journey. Until he held the second master's ashes, he didn't say anything, but his eyes were red.

"Chunhe, let everyone kowtow to the second master." Jiang Lu said softly in Zhou Chunhe's ear.

Zhou Chunhe then placed the urn in the middle of the mourning hall, and there was Chen Jiaojiao's urn on the desk. Zhou Chunhe almost rudely pushed it aside.

Jiang Lu saw it and didn't say anything.

The whole village, young and old, silently slapped the second master in turn, and suddenly there was a sob.

Finally, Zhou Chunhe was kneeling heavily, wearing a veiled clothes, and slapped his head heavily, and the sound was shocking. After all, Zhou Chunhe still put mourning on his second master.

Jiang Lu hugged his head and couldn't stop crying, "Chunhe, let the second master leave with great pleasure. Second master is a good person, and he will definitely be a lucky person in the next life."

Zhou Chunhe couldn't shed tears. He understood what his wife said, but the sadness in his heart was like a mountain and a sea of ​​sorrow. As long as he thought about the future, he could not see the second master again and could not drink with the second master again, he felt so breathless. It was too heavy and heavy! He was drinking together the night before, and he even told him to find his father back, and...

It is clearly in front of you, but there is already a separation between yin and yang.

According to the will of the Second Master, he should not erect a monument or raise a tomb after he left, and turn it into a handful of ashes, and scatter it into the river of crying and swallowing. It is his home.

On a gray morning, Jiang Lu accompanied Zhou Chunhe to the edge of the Crying Eagle River, walked along the Crying Eagle River, and finally stopped in a quiet place, and carefully took out the urn.

Jiang Lu and Zhou Chunhe were dressed in black, standing by the river. The biting wind blew, Jiang Lu came to her senses and said, "Cold".

"The Second Master is afraid of the cold, so he finds a place to shelter from the wind." Zhou Chunhe said.

Jiang Lu looked at him, and the two continued to walk along the river.

"It's not OK here, it's too noisy."

"It's not possible here, there are too many aquatic plants." Zhou Chunhe always has a reason.

Jiang Lu accompanied him for a long time, "Let's just go here."

"No, it's still cold." Zhou Chunhe still said.

Jiang Lu broke through his body and asked him to look at her, saying in a suppressed voice, "Chunhe, the second master is full of righteousness and his heart is full of sunshine, which is enough to resist any cold winter. Let the second master return to his hometown and go with peace of mind."

"Let the second master go." Jiang Lu hugged Zhou Chunhe and said softly.

Zhou Chunhe didn't say anything, calmly watched the river sobbing and flowing forward.

Suddenly, as if he was full of energy, Zhou Chunhe shouted with all his strength, "Cry, I will give you the Second Master to you, you must take good care of me!" After that, Zhou Chunhe scattered the Second Master's ashes to the wide river, and the whimpering sound continued, as if responding to him, and as if the Second Master's last instructions.

Zhou Chunhe knelt by the river, watching the river water flowing.

"Second Master, you have to walk all the way, go all the way!" The tears were like the rushing river water, which could not be flowed out and could not be wiped out.

A big white bird flew over the sky. The bird circled over its head for a few times and finally flew away towards the sunrise.

"Second Master, please go." Jiang Lu silently said to the direction where the bird flew away.

From then on, there is no second master in the world.

...

After returning, Zhou Chunhe sat alone under the tree in front of Erye's house for a long time. Finally, he stood up and looked into the distance like the second master did before his death. Then he took away the yellow cow of Erye and locked the second master's door. When he looked back for the last time, his eyes were full of reluctance.

In the end, he agreed to scatter Chen Jiaojiao's ashes into the crying river. His wife Jiang Lu said that no matter whether others like it or not, the second master likes it.

After the second master left, Mrs. Zhou said this, and she said, "We are all waiting for someone to come back. I am lucky than him. I have waited. Even if I don't want this person anymore, he didn't wait. He couldn't hold on anymore, so he left."

People with faith are prone to perseverance no matter when or in any situation, but when the belief collapses, it is difficult to persevere.

One night, a man came to the river crying and two cups with a bottle of wine. He sat down by the river, drank one cup by himself, poured one cup into the river, and finished drinking a bottle of wine. He stood up and said to the river crying and swallowing, "Second Master, you still broke your promise. Spring is in full bloom, you are gone..."

Alas, let me cry for a while, this chapter was written in tears again. I couldn't bear to leave Second Master, my door locked, and I couldn't bear to leave a lot. If you cry at the person by the river, if you read it carefully, you should be able to guess who it is.
Chapter completed!