"Grandpa, you're telling Tuan-ge'er about your time with Mo Xiang again, aren't you?" A middle-aged man of about thirty years old walked over from a distance.
He was still wearing a court robe.
With a helpless expression, he shook his head and smiled as he looked at the old man and the child in front of him.
His voice had a friendly quality to it.
"Hmph, what do you know? My young master is an extremely capable person. I could talk about him for three days and three nights and still not finish, without repeating myself!"
An elderly man with gray hair sat in a chair, speaking stubbornly with a hint of pride on his face and deep longing in his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes, Prime Minister Mo is indeed remarkable, and he is also my benefactor!" The middle-aged man showed admiration and gratitude on his face after hearing his grandfather's words.
"It's good that you know. In the future, we, the descendants of the Mo family, must not forget the young master and must pay our respects to him every year!"
"This is also a family rule of our Mo family!" Then, the old man sitting in the armchair said with a serious expression, his voice particularly firm and resolute.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I remember everything," the middle-aged man replied with a similarly serious expression, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.
"Okay, that's good." After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man smiled and his voice softened.
"Great-Grandpa, you just mentioned Wutong County, please continue, Tuan-ge'er wants to hear more."
"I'm talking to Tuan Ge'er from the side," he said, his voice soft and gentle like a child's, his face full of curiosity.
“Come, listen to your great-grandfather tell you, back then, the young master was really amazing. Back then, Wutong County was just a dilapidated county town, nothing like the prosperous place it is now. It was my young master who was like this…”
Upon hearing his great-grandson's voice beside him, the old man's face lit up with excitement again, and he continued speaking.
A moment later, an excited, aged voice rang out in the courtyard, interspersed with a few children's exclamations.
The middle-aged man standing to the side listened to this story he had heard hundreds of times before, a slight smile on his face as he looked at the two people sitting in the chairs, his eyes gazing into the distance.
After a quarter of an hour, the child who had been listening attentively closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The old man gestured for the middle-aged man to be quiet.
He was instructed to gently pick up the child.
He then sent them away and stayed alone in the courtyard.
From the familiar face of the old man sitting in the armchair, it was clear that he was none other than Mo Yu, who had always been by Mo Qian's side!
At this moment, the old man looked at the scenery in the distance, and it seemed as if scenes from the past appeared before his eyes. He was lost in thought.
Back then, he never imagined that just visiting his grandson at home would lead to his eternal separation from his young master!
Little did they know that their meeting would be the last time he saw his young master!
At that time, he took the box that the young master had given him and hurried home, wanting to see his grandson who happened to be on holiday and then go back to serve the young master as soon as possible.
However, unexpectedly, shortly after arriving home and spending time with his grandson, he received news of the passing of his son!
He looked utterly incredulous when he heard the news!
How could that be? He just saw his young master a moment ago. How could his young master be dead in the blink of an eye?
He didn't want to believe it at the time and rushed to the Prime Minister's residence as fast as he could, but when he saw the white cloth hanging at the entrance, his heart ached.
When I saw his young master lying in the coffin, I wished I could go with him!
His grandson, who had come with him, knelt on the ground and begged him. When he saw the tears streaming down his grandson's face, he gave in.
Later, following the young master's instructions, he was buried next to the master's grave!
Although it was a long journey back to Qinghe County, and he was not young, he went back with the others, along with his grandson who had asked for leave.
When I saw his young master being buried, I was heartbroken and filled with hatred!
remorse!
Back then, it sounded like the young master was giving his last words. How could he have been so stupid not to realize that?
I never thought of this!
If they had heard it earlier, they wouldn't have left their young master's side, and perhaps he wouldn't have passed away!
After that, he knelt before the old man's grave and repented!
When the master passed away, he instructed him to take good care of the young master, but he failed to do so!
I have failed the master's expectations!
Afterwards, he stayed with the young master for three days and three nights. When he was about to collapse, his grandson, who had been by his side all along, took him back and then brought him back to the capital.
After returning to the capital, he suddenly remembered a box that the young master had given him before he died!
He hurriedly ran to his room to look for it!
Once I found it, I opened it in a hurry!
Upon opening the box, one would find a thick stack of silver notes and two letters inside!
He ignored the banknotes and picked up the two letters first.
After opening the letter, he saw the words left by his young master. From the letter, he learned that his young master knew in advance that he was going to die!
Sending him away was also to prevent him from being too heartbroken, facing the pain of separation and death!
In addition to leaving him the silver notes, the letter also included a letter of appointment!
It's in another envelope!
He held the position of Governor-General of a certain region!
It's for his grandson!
It was because of this position that his grandson got off to a good start, and with his diligent work, he accumulated merits.
Only then were they able to rise through the ranks, and the Mohist school was able to gain a foothold in the capital!
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes welled up with tears, and he closed them.
Young master, you've really thought of everything for him!
Not long after,
The middle-aged man, who had already left, returned to the courtyard and looked at the old man sitting in the armchair with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Then, feeling a slight chill in the air, I went over to it.
"Grandpa, it's time to go back. Come back tomorrow," the middle-aged man said to the old man sitting in the armchair, his voice gentle.
"Yes, it's time to go back." After hearing his grandson's words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, which had been slightly closed, and then looked at the sky and said.
"Grandpa, let me help you walk." After the old man got up, the middle-aged man held his arm with his hand, his face showing concern.
The two then disappeared into the courtyard.
However, the voices of the two people in the distance still reached us.
"The young master's death anniversary is approaching. Have the people who will go to pay their respects been confirmed?" An old voice asked with concern.
"Grandpa, everything is ready, don't worry."
"Yeah, I didn't go last year, so I'm joining you this year!"
"Grandpa, you're too old to take it. Let your grandson go in your place."
"No, I miss you, young master."
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