Chapter 39: Lost Parents and Suicide
Jun Moye held the bowl and tears fell into it. The sadness in his heart was like a storm, as if all hope and joy had been drained away. Despair and helplessness seemed to fill his entire world.
Su Hanchu couldn't bear to see it, so he turned his back and took the porridge brought by Wei Furong, eating while crying.
Who wouldn’t be sad when a loved one passes away, especially in such a tragic way?
After drinking a bowl of porridge, Su Hanchu held the person in Jun Moye's hand and brought it to his mouth.
"Eat it, otherwise what will happen to the Jun family? What will happen to me? If you don't eat it, you won't even have the strength to dig your father's grave tomorrow."
Jun Moye finally listened to what was said and ate the porridge. Su Hanchu then fed him some spiritual spring water.
Aunt Li spoke at this time.
"Young Madam, the clothes are ready. Is there anything else we need to do?"
Su Hanchu took out two pieces of cloth from the bag again.
"Now, cut these two pieces of cloth, sew them around the edges, and make a birthday quilt."
Wei Furong and Su Yuanzhe's wife Yang Xuewei also came to help.
Su Hanchu asked Manager Liu and Liu Shan to trim the wood they brought back.
Then take out the cloth strips.
"Father, second brother, now use the cloth strips to connect these sticks together to form a one-foot wide strip..."
Demonstrate as you speak.
Until Su Lichuan and Su Yuanzhe tied together eight rafts that were six feet long and one foot wide, Su Hanchu also made two wooden covers that were one foot long and one foot wide to block the two ends of the coffin.
Connect the three rafts, take out three more rafts and overlap them on each raft and secure them with cloth strips, then use the two one-foot long wooden boards to secure them at both ends.
The busy work lasted until midnight. Su Hanchu asked everyone to drink the spiritual spring water, and only said that he added sugar to the water bag to replenish strength.
Su Hanchu spread the longevity blanket in the coffin.
Mother Cui boiled some hot water.
Su Hanchu walked to Jun Moye's side.
"Jun Moye, clean and tidy up father, and then let him go into the academy. He's already in a state of rigor mortis. If you don't go into the academy now, he won't be able to stand straight."
Aunt Li came over with hot water.
Jun Moye picked up the handkerchief in the basin.
"I can do it myself."
Su Hanchu spoke upon hearing this.
"Okay, let's go to the Su family next door. Call me when you're done cleaning up your father."
Aunt Li was crying.
Looking at Jun Linfeng lying on the ground, he didn't want to leave.
Su Hanchu reached out and pulled her.
"Let's go."
The kneeling Jun Moyan suddenly spoke.
"I'll stay with my eldest brother."
Aunt Li looked at her son who had suddenly grown up, and went to the next door with Su Hanchu.
Jun Moye picked up the handkerchief and wiped the dirt off Jun Linfeng's face bit by bit.
Then she undressed him and wiped his body, her mind filled with images of her father teaching her how to play chess, ride a horse, and shoot arrows. Apart from martial arts, her father also taught her the six arts of a gentleman bit by bit. From then on, she no longer had a father.
After cleaning up, Jun Moyan helped his father put on the new clothes.
"Father, I will listen to my elder brother and his wife from now on."
Jun Moye, who was originally helping Jun Linfeng put clothes on, froze in his hands, and then continued to dress Jun Linfeng. Yes, he still had so many people in the Jun family to take care of, and he couldn't fall down.
Su Lichuan watched from afar as Jun Moye had packed up, then came over and helped Jun Moye place Jun Linfeng into the coffin.
Then go next door and tell the Jun family.
Chen Wenqiao watched Jun Moye clean up for his father with a sad face from beginning to end. She didn't say anything, just looked at him blankly. She didn't know what she was thinking, or whether she regretted trusting the Chen family too much.
When Su Hanchu came over, he handed a white jade hairpin in his hand to Jun Moye.
"Let's tie up Dad's hair!"
Jun Moye looked at the hairpin in front of him and wanted to ask a question.
Su Hanchu had already spoken.
"New, for father, don't ask."
Jun Moye took the hairpin.
Su Lichuan helped to lift Jun Linfeng up, and Jun Moye clumsily re-tied his father's hair.
That night, Jun Moye lay on the edge of the coffin made of wood, half asleep and half awake, guarding his father.
As the sky began to brighten, Su Hanchu, along with Su Lichuan and others, chose a sunny place and began digging a pit using tools such as daggers, daggers, wood, and machetes.
But the second master of the Fang family and You Chatou had also come.
You Chatou didn't say anything, but drew his sword and helped dig the hole.
The second master of the Fang family helped to transport the soil.
At daybreak, the pit was finally dug.
Su Hanchu took off the earrings and handed them to You Chatou.
"Captain You, please take the others and go ahead. We'll catch up with the group after we bury our father. Don't worry, my mother and the children of the Jun family are all following the group. We can't run away."
You Cha glanced at the earrings in her hand and reached out to take them.
"Leave a few of you here, I'll wait for you. The rest of you can follow the escort first."
In the end, Su Lichuan, Manager Liu, Liu Shan, Chen Wenqiao, Jun Moye and Su Hanchu stayed.
After waiting for the team to set off, Su Lichuan and others worked together to lift the coffin out and put it into the tomb.
According to the rules, he opened the coffin lid and took a last look at Jun Linfeng.
Following Su Lichuan's voice.
"Close the coffin..."
Manager Liu and Liu Shan stepped forward to hold the lid of the coffin and prepare to close it.
Jun Moye and Su Hanchu slowly knelt down.
"Son (daughter-in-law) sends father off..."
Chen Wenqiao, who was standing by, had a knife in his hand without him noticing when.
Standing at the edge of the pit, he slashed the knife across his neck and slowly fell into Jun Linfeng's coffin.
Manager Liu was suddenly startled.
"lady…………"
Jun Moye's eyes widened in vain, his face was full of confusion, but he couldn't bring himself to call out "mother".
Su Hanchu hurried forward, supported Chen Wenqiao's body, and put his hand on the wound on her neck.
Blood flowed out of Chen Wenqiao's mouth.
"I'm sorry... please... let me be buried... with him."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side.
Jun Moye burst into tears and his eyes trembled uncontrollably.
"Ah... Mother..."
The whole person couldn't help but burst into tears.
Big, hot tears fell and hit the snow.
Su Hanchu couldn't help crying when she saw his painful expression.
How painful it must have been for him to lose his parents and commit suicide for love.
It was a long time before You Chatou reminded him.
"Young Madam, we've been delayed for a long time. We'll be late for the team soon."
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