C5 (2/2)

After the fool heard this, he pointed. ”They went over there. There was a person sleeping on the ground. It's so funny.”

I looked in the direction he pointed. Isn't that the tomb of my Mu Clan? How could there be someone sleeping there?

”Who's sleeping there?” I asked.

”Mom and Dad didn't say anything, but I recognize that person. He's from that courtyard.” The fool seemed very pleased with himself as he pointed at my courtyard.

Hearing that, my heart quivered and I immediately ran in the direction the fool had pointed.

Coming out of the courtyard, we have to pass through a large forest. After that is the tomb of our Mu Clan, and all of our dead will be buried there.

The wind whistled by my ears. My eyes gradually blurred. I didn't know if it was tears or sweat. I was really looking forward to seeing the fool next door just teasing me.

However, when I got closer, I discovered that my sect's tomb was densely packed with people. There were both men and women, old and young, and they were all chattering about something.

”How pitiful. He had spent half his life fighting and finally raised his son. How come he died here?”

”Yeah, I heard that his son had a tough life. First, he killed his mother and grandfather, and now, he's dead.”

”Don't spout nonsense. Hurry up and get the secretary to contact his son. No one can send him off after he dies.”

I pushed the crowd aside without saying a word and walked in. There were many old people in the village who recognized me. When they saw that I had arrived, they immediately came to console me.

At this moment, I felt a buzzing in my head, as if I was in a stormy sea of consciousness. My eyes were fixed on the person sleeping on the ground, and I silently knelt down, tears streaming down my face.

My father, dressed in an old cotton suit, with his trousers and sleeves rolled up high and covered in dried mud, looked as if he had just finished his farm work. The soles of his liberated shoes were worn smooth, and he was lying on his grandfather's grave with a faint smile on his face, as if he had just had a particularly beautiful dream.

I remember very clearly that it was carved from the locust tree in the courtyard by my grandfather twelve years ago. Although the wood was a bit old, the bracelet itself didn't show any signs of damage, and on the contrary, that strand of hair had been sharpened to a point where it was especially smooth, and it emitted a bright luster, just like my father's smile when he looked at me.

”Fan Youzi, people can't come back to life if they die. Carry your father back first!” An old man lightly patted my shoulder and advised me with some regret.

I turned around and saw that this old man was the West Village's Grandpa Chen. His relationship with my grandfather had always been pretty good.

I looked at my father's body, nodded, and slowly pulled my father's cold hands together.

However, right now, my father's muscles are stiff and he is unable to move at all.

”Fan Youzi, first kowtow a few times to your father. Otherwise, he won't recognize you.” Grandpa Chen kindly reminded me.

”Father, your son is unfilial and has come late. I will help you go back now.” I firmly clenched my teeth and kowtowed three times before pulling Father along with me as I tried to carry him on my back.

Strangely, after a few cracking sounds, my father's body softened, as if he had just passed away. He gently leaned on my back.

I was about to get up when I felt that my father was like a giant boulder, unable to move at all. At the same time, there was a murmur of alarm from all around me.

I turned my head to the side and saw that the expressions of the crowd had changed drastically. Many of those who were timid had already covered their eyes.

”Fan Youzi.” Grandpa Chen's face was pale as he pointed behind me.

When I saw him like this, I immediately used my hand to support my father's body and turned around. I saw that my father's feet were unknowingly buried in my grandfather's grave, not even reaching his bare feet.

When I saw this scene, I was immediately shocked. I clearly remembered that my father's feet were still outside. How did he get buried in my grandfather's grave in the blink of an eye?