Wishing You Eternal Happiness

The old lady in a deep sleep felt her hand being held by another powerful hand.

Because of the snowy night on the horseback galloping, the palms of his hands became hot and hot at the moment.

She slowly opened her eyes, and gradually saw the person holding her hand, the dim eyes that instantly became brighter.

"Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandson is not filial, and he is too late to reply—"

Pei Youan knelt in front of the bed, calling out loudly, holding her hand tightly, as if he wanted to use this hand to transmit the power in his body to her.

The old lady fixedly stared at his face. After a while, her gaze slowly turned, as if she was looking for something. Finally, she saw Jiafu on the side, showing relief, and motioned her to come over.

Jiafu held back the tears that was about to shed, and approached him and knelt beside Pei Youan.

The old lady drew out her hand, raised her arm laboriously, grabbed one of Gaffer's hand, took it over, and placed it in Pei Youan's palm.

The sound of footsteps rushed behind him. Pei Quan, Mrs. Xin, the second wife, Pei Xiuzhi, Pei Xiuluo, Zhou Jiao'e, the grandmother and brother Quan, as well as the women in the clan who know that the old lady is going to be dying these nights, have come to accompany with them. The news continues. Coming over, the room was full of people.

The old lady’s gaze looked at the sad faces one by one, and finally fell back to Jia Fu and Pei Youan. After staring at it for a moment, she suddenly patted the one big and the small one stacked on top of each other. With hands together, a smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly closed his eyes, with a calm look.

After the short silence, I don't know which one cried first behind him. In a flash, everyone in the room started crying, the crying high and low, one after another, endless.

Gaffer felt the hand pressed against the back of his hand slowly getting cold, and turned his head to look at Pei Youan next to him.

He fixedly looked at the old woman who was lying on the pillow and closed her eyes peacefully. Her eyes were red, and for a long time, without even blinking her eyes, her figure seemed to be frozen by the ice and snow outside.

…

The funeral report of the death of Mrs. Weiguo's old lady went out that night. At the moment the room is still crying, and the outside staff of Pei’s family has heard the news, and they have led people to erect the funeral building in front of the gate, and set up a tom curtain. In addition, Pei Youan and Pei Quan reported Ding You to the Ministry of Rites. The condolences of Zhu Guogong's Mansion, Anyuanhou's Mansion, and Liu Jiu Shao began to offer condolences. The filial sons and grandchildren were aside to thank them, and the family members were crying behind the scenes. The palace also gave sacrifices, and Li Yuangui came to the door and conveyed the emperor's grief over the death of the old lady.

The things behind the old lady were so sad and honourable that they almost shocked the entire capital city. During the days when the spirit was stopped, there was an endless stream of people coming to offer condolences, day and night. Pei Youan, Pei Quan, and Mrs. Xin and the second wife, Jiafu Zhou Jiao’e and other younger generations, only watch the spirits and cry every day. After seven days and seven nights, the next day, the funeral will stop at Ci'en Temple and wait for four. On the 19th, after the calamity has been eliminated and the evil is eliminated, the spirit will be buried again.

After Pei Youan left Beijing for nearly half a year, Jiafu served the old lady, and the number of people was reduced. After this great funeral, it was even more exhausted. On the night after the funeral, there was the last memorial service at home after the funeral. , This funeral is over. Mrs. Xin and the second wife were also there at first, but they were called away by the lady-in-charge one after another. Soon after dark, Zhou Jiao'e thought that she couldn't hold it, so she left quietly. In the end, only Jiafu was left and waited for halftime. After the ritual, I knelt and got up. I suddenly felt dizzy and swayed slightly. I saw the sandalwood on the side and hurriedly held it. Turning my head, I was about to ask someone to move a stool. I saw Pei Youan step in and hold it. Gave's arm.

Jiafu stopped and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that Pei Youan was coming, he looked at him with concern, and said in a low voice: "I'm fine. I just knelt for a while, thinking that the blood connection was a little bit uncomfortable, and got up. Just walk around a few times."

Pei Youan glanced at her face and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the room."

Jia Fu shook his head: "There is still half of the ritual that is not over..."

Pei Youan turned his head and ordered the lady-in-law beside him to ask Mrs. Xin to send someone else to guard him. After speaking, he led Jiafu out.

Jia Fu stopped speaking, silently followed him to the backyard, entered the courtyard where the two lived, and came to the door of the bedroom. Pei Youan opened the door. He stumbled on the threshold, and he stumbled forward.

Pei Youan held her waist, hugged Jiafu horizontally under the attention of the people behind her, and walked quickly toward the inner room.

How long has it been since you haven't been close to him like this?

These days, although Pei Quan was also on the board of directors in name, within two days, he said that he was overwhelmed with grief, his body broke down, and almost all foreign affairs had been crushed by his eldest son, the eldest grandson of filial piety. He was extremely busy during the day, and Gaffer could hardly see his figure at night, or Gaffer’s own spirit guard, or he went back to the room, closed his eyes slightly, and then got up to arrange the next day's affairs, every day. In the seven or eight days since he returned home, after careful calculation, the two of them have never said a few words.

Pei Youan hugged her into the inner room, put it on the pillow, helped her take off her coat, pulled the cover her, and finally leaned down, raised her hand to help her pull out a plain white velvet flower on the sideburn, and threw it in. On the side, the back of her finger gently stroked her side, and said: "These days, I have worked hard for you, you can go to sleep."

His cheeks were sunken, the bloodshot eyes under his eyes never faded, and his voice sounded hoarse.

After he finished speaking, he got up and turned to go out first.

Sitting at night last night until dawn, he went back to the room three nights before and couldn't get up.

Gaffer reached out his hand and gently grabbed his sleeves, and saw him turning around, saying: "Big cousin, I want you to sleep with me."

Pei Youan thought for a while, said hello, took off his coat, got on the couch, hugged her into his arms, closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Gaffer clung to him with both hands and whispered: "Big cousin, if you feel sad, even if you tell me, you will feel better in your heart."

Pei Youan's eyelashes moved slightly, opened his eyes slowly, and looked at her for a moment, smiled slightly, and patted her back gently: "I'm fine, don't worry about me. You're tired, go to sleep. Well, I won't go to entertain guests at night, so I will accompany you, so you can sleep at ease."

Gaffer stared at him for a moment, and finally said hello in a low voice, closing his eyes.

She felt the man next to her put the quilt together for herself, and then gently led her into his arms.

She leaned her face softly against his arms.

Soon, tiredness hit her like a mountain, and she fell asleep deeply.