Chapter 53 Chapter 53 The Dead Husband is Back
At the gate of the Duke's Mansion, white banners were waving, and those coming and going were guests who came to pay their respects.
Two sisters-in-law helped to entertain the guests. Yun Wu knelt in the mourning hall, silently burning paper money for her husband.
The brazier burned quietly, the flames licking the yellow paper. The faint smell of cigarette ash filled the mourning hall. Yun Wu sat in the corner without saying a word.
People who came in would inevitably look in her direction.
The young lady who had just lost her husband was dressed in frosty white, with frail bones and a pretty face that was pale and sad, like a lilac fallen in the rain. Anyone who saw her would always sigh in pity.
I'm so young, and I've lost my husband. What should I do in the future?
Unfortunately, Xie San passed away so early, without leaving any children for her to take care of.
But Xie San had a reputation of being sickly and weak for a long time, and everyone in the capital knew about it. The young wife had come into his family just to bring him good luck.
All they could say was that fate was playing tricks on them. Fortunately, the Duke's Mansion was known for its kindness and wouldn't bully a widow like her. Everyone sighed inwardly, unable to do anything else. Acquaintances came over to offer some comfort to Yun Wu.
Yun Wu dealt with it with a sad expression on her face, but she really couldn't feel sad in her heart.
Because she knew that the coffin in the hall was empty, with only Xie Yi's clothes in it.
Her "deceased" husband had secretly sent her a letter this morning. The letter was still in her arms.
Fortunately, during the time Xie Yi pretended to be dead, her acting skills had been honed well enough.
While Yun Wu was dealing with the people who came to comfort her, she was lost in thought: Xie Yi was so skilled at pretending to be sick, was it because he had a lot of experience since childhood?
He pretended so well that when Erlangjun went out this morning, his eyes were still swollen. He cried deeply and sadly for his brother who "died" of a sudden illness, and he almost couldn't walk.
Yun Wu observed with an open mind and learned a lot of details from him.
Just as I was thinking about it, another family walked in.
Yun's father came in with a white cloth wrapped around his hands and first lit a stick of incense for his deceased son-in-law. When he turned around and saw his daughter kneeling on the ground looking miserable, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He was originally angry with his daughter, but at the critical moment of life and death, some things seemed unimportant.
Who could have thought that Xie San, who looked in good health the last time they met, was gone in the blink of an eye?
He walked over to comfort her: "Awu, life and death are determined by fate, don't be too sad."
Yun Wu raised her head with tears in her eyes, her eyes were red. Her lips moved, but before she could say anything, two lines of tears rolled down her pale face.
"Dad." She lowered her head, wiped her tears, and choked up, "I know, I know everything."
Even Madam Yun felt sympathy for her at this moment.
She comforted him, "The Third Young Master is dead, but you are still alive. You must take good care of yourself."
Yun Wu sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Dad, Mom, my husband is still so young, and he was clearly in good health before, but suddenly... Dad, how could he be so cruel to leave me alone?"
She covered her face and cried.
Father Yun patted her shoulder comfortingly, said a few words of comfort, and walked out. He heard Xie Erlang wailing in the corner outside: "Brother - brother -"
The entire Zhenguo Mansion was shrouded in sadness.
Yun Wu was tired of kneeling. She wiped the tears and cigarette ashes from her face. She cried, as if she was heartbroken, and was helped to rest by the maid.
She went to Xie Yi's spirit place every day, burning paper and praying for him. Within a few days, she became thinner and thinner, like a thin piece of brittle paper that seemed about to break at any time.
Her sisters-in-law, Meng Qingtong and Chen Qiutang, came to comfort her daily, fearing she might become depressed and follow Xie Yi. Zhao Ge'er and Nuan Jie'er even came to play with her every day to cheer her up.
Yun Wu nodded hesitantly, not knowing whether she had heard it or not.
Even Mr. Xie comforted her.
The seventh day.
Mrs. Xie invited a high monk from Jinyun Temple to perform a ritual to pray for Xie Yi's soul, and the ritual lasted a whole day.
At night, Xie Yi came back to life.
Yun Wu was sleeping soundly when she felt someone touching the bed and woke up suddenly.
There was no light in the room, but suddenly there was a hot body beside her. The sound of shallow breathing rang in her ears. Yun Wu was startled and was about to shout for help when Xie Yi's cold hand touched her shoulder: "It's me."
Yun Wu felt relieved.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that her dead husband who had just died had returned.
Yun Wu glanced outside. The wind was very strong outside, and the white lanterns hanging under the eaves were swaying in the wind. The little maid who was on guard outside had been sent away to an unknown place.
"Why are you here?" she whispered, "How did you get in? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
Xie Yi said, "I climbed over the wall through a side door and didn't meet anyone along the way."
"You have to be careful, didn't we agree that I would go find you outside?" Yun Wu said worriedly, "If I accidentally bump into someone, I'll be so scared that I'll get sick."
He stretched out his arms and took his wife into his arms: "I haven't seen you for several days, I miss you so much."
Yun Wu stopped talking.
Xie Yi groped his way to kiss her in the darkness, and she took the initiative to climb onto his shoulders, raising her head to offer her lips. Soon, their breathing became heavier.
The two of them cuddled together intimately for a while, sharing their thoughts of the past few days.
Xie Yi pinched her waist. She was already slender, and she had lost weight in the past few days. He felt a little distressed: "Just pretend a little, don't really pretend to be sick. I heard that you fainted from crying in my mourning hall."
"My mourning hall".
This sounds a bit strange.
"These days, everyone in my family is in a bad mood and can't eat. I can't let you be exposed."
Yun Wu pouted twice for him again: "You died for no reason, it's already bad luck, don't create these bad karmas with your words."
Xie Yi laughed softly, his chest vibrating.
"I can't bear to die. Even if I die, I have to come back from the underworld to see you..." He lowered his head to kiss Yun Wu, holding her lips, a smile passed through his lips and teeth: "My wife, today is the seventh day after my death..."
Yun Wu: “…”
Why do we have to perform here?
She grasped Xie Yi's arm, but she couldn't muster the strength to stop him. Yun Wu bit her lip in shame. After a moment, her almond-shaped eyes became moist, and he kissed away her tears.
So, she enjoyed some happiness in the world with her dead husband.
It's late at night.
The mourning hall was silent, the white candles were burning quietly, the flames were blown by the wind, and made crackling sounds from time to time.
Erlangjun sat in front of his brother's tablet and had already drunk his second pot of wine.
Chen Qiutang couldn't bear it any longer. While throwing paper money into the brazier, she advised him, "Drink less."
"I feel sad." Xie Fei sniffed and said sadly, "Why is Sanlang gone? I only have this one brother... Woohoo! My wife, you don't know that in the whole family, Sanlang and I are the best friends."
Chen Qiutang: "Really?"
"Saburo and I are about the same age. We grew up together. Although he never said it, he loved me the most as his older brother. We went to school together. He was smart and would lend me his homework. Even though he was in poor health, he would help me with advice when other kids from Beppu bullied me... I only had this one brother, but he had a miserable life. He died so young!"
Chen Qiutang comforted him: "Don't cry, if Sanlang is still alive, he certainly doesn't want to see you so sad."
Xie Fei took a swig of wine, swallowing her tears along with the wine. "If he has a soul, he should come back to see me today."
"I had my eye on the horse he gave to my third sister-in-law and asked for it, but I thought he'd forgotten about it. Before he died, even though he was so sick, he still managed to get one for me. He's my own brother!"
Erlangjun burst into tears: "Sanlang, brother doesn't want a horse... come back!"
Chen Qiutang patted his shoulder, held him in his arms to comfort him, and sighed several times.
She was filled with worry. "You're already so heartbroken. Ah Wu and San Lang have such a good relationship, I don't know how much she must be feeling. Sigh, I don't know how she's going to live in the future."
The night wind blew, knocking down something outside.
Yun Wu snuggled in her husband's arms, clutching the corner of his clothes, and dazedly warned him, "Remember to leave early, don't let anyone find out..."
Xie Yi kissed her forehead: "I know, go to sleep."
Only then did Yun Wu fall into a deep sleep peacefully.
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