ragginovel Chapter 75 No Rain Today
Chapter 75 No Rain Today
Chapter 75 No Rain Today
"Why be a crow?" Chu Xun asked.
Zhang Anxiu did not answer immediately, but sincerely kowtowed three times, and then got up with Chu Xun's help.
He then added, "Because crows seem to stay with you longer."
Chu Xun's body trembled.
Of all the crows in the village, not one has died of old age to this day.
They are indeed very resilient, with an unexpectedly long lifespan.
So Zhang Anxiu wanted to be a crow, asking for nothing more than to stay with Chu longer.
"Isn't that silly?" Zhang Anxiu asked.
Looking at the wrinkles on her face, Chu Xun shook his head and helped her out.
"Not stupid at all, I've never seen such a smart woman as you."
The two of them helped each other across the stone bridge.
A crow landed on the stone tablet at the bridgehead and looked down at it.
A gentle breeze swept past the stone tablet.
The names of the people on it instantly became clear and distinct.
A crow cawed twice, then flapped its wings and flew away as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps it was because of Zhang Sanchun's death that he experienced immense mental stress.
Or perhaps the journey back and forth consumed too much of their energy.
After returning from the Songliu Water God Temple, Zhang Anxiu's health deteriorated further.
At first, she could still walk with support, but later she could only lie weakly in bed.
Lin Qiaoxi came to visit once, but her health wasn't very good either; she would feel dizzy even when riding in a carriage, so Chu didn't let her come again.
However, villagers like Qi Ermao and Qiaohua come to visit every day.
Unfortunately, Stone has not returned to this day.
It is said that General Han Shizhong, who has established himself as a king in the southwest, does not allow his military officers to travel without permission.
Emperor Yongji originally intended to expand the territory of the Jing Kingdom by attacking the southwestern barbarians, but he never expected to become a major threat to the next emperor.
In the eighth year of Chongming, the year was drawing to a close.
Those who came to pay New Year's visits in the village have all gone home.
Crows, weasels, rabbits, field mice, and other livestock came from all directions and gave the yard a good cleaning.
Zhang Anxiu lay on the bed, her face ashen.
She was in particularly bad shape today and could only manage a few words in a daze.
Chu Xun sat by the bedside, never leaving for a moment.
After a while, Zhang Anxiu spoke in a weak voice: "Brother Xun—"
Chu Xun quickly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm here. Would you like some ginseng tea? I've already brewed it for you."
"I'm not drinking anymore." Zhang Anxiu slowly shook her head. "I want you to hold me."
Several weasels nestled near her ears obediently shifted their bodies.
Chu Xun gently helped her up, only to find that his wife's body was so thin that she was almost skin and bones, with hardly any flesh left.
Even a healthy person would not be well after being bedridden for so long.
He moved closer to the bed so that Zhang Anxiu could lean against him more comfortably, and then pulled the blanket up to tuck her in to keep her warm.
"Brother Xun, I'm afraid I won't be able to have dumplings with you next year."
The sudden words made Chu De pause in his actions.
My nose suddenly stung, and my throat felt like it was stuck together; it took a lot of effort to make a faint sound.
"How could that be? Next year we'll make dumplings together, beef dumplings."
"You're talking nonsense again. You're not allowed to eat the old ox."
The old water buffalo in our family is still being raised.
Zhang Anxiu's body felt a little cold, but her complexion was much rosier, and her voice was clearer than before.
"I forgot to make a wish to the Pine and Willow Water God again."
"What is your wish?" Chu asked.
"I hope it doesn't rain on the day I leave."
Chu Xun tightened his grip on her arm slightly.
According to local custom, if it rains during a burial, it means that the heavens are sending off the deceased.
In your next life, you will be reborn into a good family.
But Zhang Anxiu wants to be a crow in her next life, so she doesn't want it to rain.
"Silly girl—"
Zhang Anxiu chuckled softly: "When the pharmaceutical merchants come to collect the medicine next year, you're not allowed to lower the price for them, remember?"
"it is good."
"Eat well. I made a wish to the Pine and Willow Water God that you will live to be a hundred years old."
"it is good."
"Then I'm leaving."
Chu Xun tightened his grip, burying his head in Zhang Anxiu's hair. He could no longer smell the hair; only a thick aura of death filled the air.
The suppressed voice was like a knife slicing open a heart.
"This is not good—not good at all—"
There was no response.
No matter how you hold a body that keeps getting colder, you can't warm it up in your arms.
The poultry and livestock outside the yard seemed to sense something and stopped moving.
In the Songliu River, three giant fish poked their heads out from underwater, flicking their tongues towards the village.
The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and not a ray of light could be seen.
It wasn't until dawn that Chu Xun put Zhang Anxiu back on the bed.
I took a comb and combed her hair one strand at a time, then buttoned up the clothes and covered her with the blanket.
Qi Ermao and others came to visit early in the morning.
After calling out several times without receiving a response, a sense of foreboding washed over him.
Chu Xun came out of the house, his face making Qi Ermao's eyes redden: "Brother Xun, where's Auntie?"
Chu Xun looked at him and said softly, "She's gone."
Qi Ermao knelt down with a thud and couldn't help but cry.
Zhang Anxiu had always been kind to the children in the village since she came to play at Chu Xun's house when she was a child.
Having no children of her own, she poured all her maternal love into these people.
This departure meant separation by death.
More and more villagers heard the news and rushed over.
Even the white-haired county magistrate, Li Zhaoming, came to offer his condolences.
On the day of the funeral, Qi Ermao and Huan'er stood at the front carrying the coffin.
The coffin was heavy, but the person inside was light.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it might rain or snow at any moment.
Qiaohua specially brought an oil-paper umbrella, but Chu Xun shook his head and refused to take it.
"It won't rain or snow today."
Qiaohua looked at the gloomy sky; in this kind of weather, it should be raining.
But Chu insisted, so she couldn't say much.
The grave had been dug, the coffin was slowly lowered, and then the villagers took turns shoveling soil into it.
Chu Xun was the last to step forward, and he placed a whole clod of earth on the grave mound.
boom-
A clap of thunder in winter seemed to shatter the sky.
Chu Xun looked up at the sky, his gaze calm and serene.
Qiaohua and the others hoped that it would rain soon, because God should send off such a good person as their aunt.
However, after waiting for a long time, not a single drop of water fell.
On the contrary, hundreds of meters away, rain mixed with snow continued to fall.
Such a strange scene left the villagers somewhat bewildered.
Qi Ermao couldn't help but point to the sky and curse, "You damned heavens, why is this happening?!"
Chu Xun called over Huan'er, who looked completely bewildered, and said, "Take them back and help me arrange the follow-up."
Huan'er asked, "Aren't you going back?"
"I'll stay here with her for a while," Chu Xun said.
Huan'er didn't try to dissuade him, but instead took off her own robe and draped it over Chu Xun.
At his invitation, the villagers reluctantly left, sobbing.
The voices of people like Qi Ermao, cursing God for being blind, came one after another.
Chu Xun sat in front of the grave as if he hadn't heard anything.
Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, he said softly, "Don't worry, with me here, it won't rain."
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