"I can't hold her hand anymore..."
He Xianjin nodded, "When a person dies, the Yin and Yang are separated, and they are buried in peace. Naturally, we should not disturb the peace of the deceased."
Mr. Chen San paused, then suddenly burst into tears, "But I miss her! I miss her so much! No one really thinks I'm good anymore!"
The longing for the deceased is always difficult to fade away.
The deeper the love, the more one thinks.
When time has been long enough that you think you have forgotten her and the sorrow her passing brought you, the sudden appearance of her favorite flowers, her beloved food, and the books she often read will pierce your chest again like a sharp sword.
This is what breaks your heart.
He Xianjin waited for Master Chen San to calm down.
The incense in front of the coffin burned out, and the crying in the mourning hall finally gradually weakened.
"Rather than seeing you in agony, Auntie might prefer to see you live a good life."
He Xianjin spoke in a soft voice.
"Seeing you eat well and sleep well, I can cry for her, but I can only cry for three days. After three days, pack up A Niang's box. If you are willing, seal it up. If not, bury it in the ground and accompany her to the next life."
"I see that you have enough food and clothing, and that you have what you like and love."
"I see you live your life in a carefree manner, unfettered by hardship."
"I even saw you have many children, cute little ones, and you were enjoying the happiness of family life."
Uncle Chen cried so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits. "Did your mother tell you all this?"
He Xianjin pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
These were not what He Xiaoniang told her.
This was her only wish for her loved ones who were by her bedside when she died.
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