Chapter 214 Jinjiang (2)
He was like a dying animal, raising his head and letting out his final howls and screams.
But when Nantian looked up, he was stunned.
He actually...saw his grandma.
The old lady still looked the same as before. She just lowered her head and said to him kindly, "We are finally home, Tiantian."
Grandma stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to pull Nantian up from the ground: "Come with grandma, Tiantian. From now on, grandma will never leave Tiantian again. The two of us, grandparents and grandchildren, will live happily together."
Nantian murmured in a trance: "Grandma..."
The grandma responded kindly, "Yes, grandma is here to pick up Tiantian."
It's like a child who is forced to grow up. Although he can now stand on his own, face all the hardships alone, and walk thousands of miles, he grits his teeth and never cries out in pain.
However, the moment I saw the loving elders, my strong psychological defenses collapsed in an instant. Tears of grievance welled up in my eyes. I wanted to throw myself into the elders' arms and tell them all my pain.
It’s just like the little child who would throw himself into the arms of his elders and act coquettishly many years ago.
Nantian suddenly relaxed all his guard, his tense muscles relaxed, and he gently stretched out his hand, trying to hold the hand that the old lady extended to him.
He sniffed and cried, "Grandma, why did you come just now? They said you were dead..."
Halfway through his words, Nantian suddenly froze.
Yes, grandma is dead. Then, who is this person in front of me?
Then he felt a lump in his chest that was as hot as a piece of live coal and almost unbearable.
Nantian suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the old lady in front of him with a sad look: "You are not my grandma."
"My grandma is dead."
The moment Nantian finished speaking, the old lady's originally kind face suddenly became ferocious, and her whole body collapsed rapidly like molten magma.
Nantian watched all this in amazement.
Even though he realized that the person in front of him was just a fake grandma, after being reminded by the life-saving thing, seeing his favorite grandma disintegrate in this image still made him feel as if it was his own grandma dying, which made him extremely heartbroken.
Then Nantian saw someone who replaced the image of the old lady...
It turned out to be the village chief.
The village chief smiled broadly and spoke softly and slowly: "Where are you going, sir? The festival is about to begin."
"It's time to get the guest into the coffin."
This sound was like some kind of reminder, making Nantian's head buzz, and his vision became clear again.
He looked back in horror, only to find that there was a heavy coffin on top of him.
Nantian screamed and tried to struggle out, but the coffin was pressing down on him from the waist down and he could not move.
He looked up and saw that he was not the only one in the coffin.
Beside him were coffins, densely packed one after another.
Only then did Nantian realize that he was actually surrounded by a group of coffins!
It was just like when he and Yan Shixun first stood outside the small wooden building and saw the endless coffins lined up in the hall of the building.
This shocked Nantian.
He suddenly realized that what he thought he was running wildly just now was really running wildly towards the outside of the small wooden building?
Or... something obscured his vision, causing what he thought was an escape to turn out to be a trap.
A wave of despair surged in Nantian's heart, and he felt that he had let down his expectations of Yan Shixun.
But he soon noticed the strange noise nearby.
Some of the villagers who were holding white lanterns had their lanterns suddenly blown out by the mountain wind.
Then, one coffin after another made a heavy "creaking" sound.
The villagers whose lanterns were extinguished seemed to have received some kind of instruction. They walked towards the coffin with dull eyes and stepped into it.
He actually fell into the coffin by himself!
Nan Tian was horrified and subconsciously wanted to go to Yan Shixun for help.
But he discovered that on the coffin covering Yan Shixun's body, white chrysanthemums were growing tremblingly.
Swaying in the wind.
The meaning of white chrysanthemums…
It is rest.
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