Although this is not true, it has already satisfied him.

Mr. Ren's eyebrows and his smile was very peaceful: "Master Lu, no one came to me...I think that when Qiqi grows up, she will go to you. At that time, please help me teach her, let her learn, learn... learn silver silk..."

Even at this moment, what he was most concerned about was silver silk.

"Okay." Lu Zian agreed very readily: "Linglong Tower will always be kept for her."

Mr. Ren stretched out his hand and murmured: "Nannan."

"...Ah..." Ren Qiqi cried so hard that she was confused, but she still obediently suppressed her crying and grabbed Mr. Ren's other hand hard: "Grandpa, I'm here."

"You, you have to be obedient and study hard..." Old Master Ren's face turned red, and he struggled forward hard, trying to hold her hand tightly, but he was afraid that he would hurt her: "Grand, my grandfather..."

Ren Qiqi nodded cryingly, remembering that grandpa could not see it, and then said anxiously: "Grandpa, I can learn, I will definitely learn well! I am obedient, I will never be naughty again, don't die, don't leave me alone... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"This time, I'm afraid I can't agree to you." Mr. Ren laughed briefly, then frowned with some discomfort: "I'm incompetent... it's broken in my hand. It's really, I have no shame to go down to see the master..."

"Not broken." Lu Zi'an's tone was sincere and firm: "Old Ren, the silver silk skill will not be broken. It is in my exquisite tower, and I will also silver silk. When Qiqi grows up, I will teach her and let her inherit silver silk."

As if he knew that his grandfather could no longer keep him, Ren Qiqi let out a cry of a cub like a loss of shelter from his throat and slowly fell to the ground.

Shen Mange wiped his tears, silently half-kneeled to the ground, and hugged the little girl with tears on her face into her arms.

After hearing his words, Mr. Ren's tense string finally relaxed: "Thank you, thank you..."

Finally, I can leave with peace of mind...

He held on for a day after day just to wait for this moment.

Old Master Ren looked ahead with his eyes open, as if he was already in a bustling traffic.

His voice was a little soft, and his tone was full of yearning: "At that time, the whole street was covered with silver buildings... the big daughters, young daughters-in-laws, those who were wearing their heads and playing with their hands were all......"

This sentence has not been finished.

Lu Zian did not lower his head to look at him, but only held his hand tightly.

In Shen Mange's depressed crying, while Ren Qiqi's crying loudly, Lu Zian closed his eyes slightly.

Feeling that Mr. Ren's hand slowly became cold, Lu Zian slowly stretched out his hand and stroked his eyes for him, then said in a hoarse voice: "It's all, silver silk."

Mr. Ren was trapped in a small house all his life, struggling in life and fighting fate.

The sudden death of his son who inherited his unique skills was the white-haired man who sent a black-haired man and gave him a heavy blow.

But he did not admit defeat. Although he was almost blind under the blow, he stood up tenaciously and pulled his granddaughter to continue his life.

He has been making silver silk for his whole life, and even if he is blind, he can still grop and do it.

Earn out the tuition fees of your granddaughter one by one.

Until the last moment of his life, what he was most concerned about was not only his granddaughter, but also his silver silk.

Amid Ren Qiqi's crying, Lu Zi'an completed the discharge procedures for Mr. Ren.

He sent Mr. Ren home and took the mansion master to clean up his appearance before his body became hard.

I took off my clothes and found out that Mr. Ren was actually too thin to be as thin as a human.

Such a thin body that is almost a skeleton, I really don’t know how he struggled to run to Changyan.

Lu Zi'an had a solemn expression and cooperated with the burial master to clean up Mr. Ren.

He didn't think there was anything scary about this, and he ignored the burialist's vague reminder that this was unlucky.

What's wrong with this?

Mr. Ren was open and honest all his life and was calm when he left. In his heart, Mr. Ren was no different from his elders.

Although Mr. Ren is a sick and weak body, he has the courage to never give in to the Chinese.

This kind of character deserves his respect!

The burialist carefully cleansed Mr. Ren's face and slowly put on makeup.

Step by step, Old Master Ren's pale face became rosy and shiny, with a gentle and peaceful expression, and even a slight smile on the corners of his lips, as if he was just asleep.

When everything was ready, Ying Xuan also brought the West Band back.

Lu Zi'an took a step back and said in a deep voice: "Get up."

A mage started humming, and Shen Mange carefully washed Lu Zi'anzai's hands and handed him a piece of black cloth.

"Qiqi fell asleep while crying, and I carried her in." She lowered her head and didn't look at him, her voice a little hoarse: "Brother Zi'an, please stop wearing filial piety clothes, I... I'll be a filial son for Mr. Ren."

Lu Zian frowned and looked at her. Shen Mange was wearing a mourning dress, and her wide and big gauze dress was empty and covered with a bit of bleakness.

Uncle Shen and his wife died, and she was the same...

She missed them...

"I promised before, I will take you to see Uncle Shen and the others on Qingming Festival." Lu Zi'an's voice was dry, and he turned around and took out a set of mourning clothes placed in the cabinet: "When the matter here is done, we will go directly."

Anyway, I have asked for leave and don’t care about one or two more days.

Shen Mange's head was buried low, his vision blurred, and his heart seemed to be rubbed into a ball.

When I got the news, the feeling of the sky falling seemed to be back. My mind was confused and my body began to lose weight. It seemed to be floating up, and it felt like I fell into a black hole.

She opened her mouth and tears fell down: "Okay."

When she was in a daze, Lu Zian had finished wearing it and opened the door expressionlessly: "Let's go."

No one from the Ren family came.

They don't want to come, and they dare not come.

When Mr. Ren was there, they were afraid that he would implicate them. After all, everyone knew that he was poor.

Mr. Ren died, and they did not dare to come, for fear of being entrusted to the orphan.

Ren Qiqi has already remembered this and may not be able to take care of her. Besides, she is so old and has to spend money on studying and living, so how could they take her in?

Someone even threatened: "Her mother doesn't care about her, we still have to hurry up and take care of her? Bah."

The old one did not come, and the young one did not come. According to the customs here, the old one would have a son or grandson to throw a basin after death, and Ren Qiqi was unable to do it.

Some neighbors sighed: "Oh... it's too much..."

The dead who has no one who has fallen into the basin will not be reincarnated.

Everyone sighed, seeing that the Ren family had been established and the glory was incredible, and seeing that he had declined and fell to this point now.

Things are really impermanent...

Amid their regret and bystanders, the Ren family's door that had been hidden for many years opened.

A pair of golden boys and jade girls who walked down from the painting appeared in everyone's sight. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was exquisite and exquisite.

In their shocked, puzzled and puzzled eyes, the two walked to the mourning hall and both knelt down.

With the attitude of a filial son.

Ying Xuan also wore a filial piety dress and kowtowed a few times: "I'll be Grandpa Ren's grandson!"

Lu Zian and the others who were kneeling in front turned their heads, and Lu Zian stared at him: "Just let me come."

"Master, I have no father or mother anyway. Old Master Ren needs a eldest grandson. I think I am quite suitable!" Ying Xuan was not idle just now, and kept serving tea and water outside. After hearing the rumors from the neighbors for a few times, he also understood that there is no descendant here, it is a very serious problem.

Seeing that Lu Zian was about to speak, Ying Xuan lowered his voice and said, "I just heard it outside. The custom here is that someone must throw a basin, and... you will leave after the funeral. There is still a seventh place here..."

When they were staring at him, Ying Xuan scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I just thought, I'll stay for a while, and at least place the person..."

Lu Zian thought, this is indeed feasible.

They won't stay here for a long time, but Ren Qiqi still has to study. Even if she wants to transfer her to Changyan, she has to wait for her to finish this semester...

Yes, if the matter here is handled and there is no other way, he is indeed ready to bring Ren Qiqi back to Changyan.

"Okay." Lu Zian was not an indecisive person, so he immediately gave up his position: "You kneel in front."

After the mage took the three of them in circles and kowtowed three times with Ying Xuan, the neighbors who had been watching from afar finally realized.

"Where is this from? Why have you become a filial son?"

"What a filial son? This is a gift only the eldest grandson has!"

"Which is Mr. Ren's nephew? I haven't heard of someone from the Ren family..."

The discussions were getting louder and louder, but the three people in front of the mourning hall had no intention of responding.

The next day, no one from the Ren family came over, but more and more villagers came to watch.

At first, there were all kinds of comments and speculations, but at night, everyone finally closed their mouths as they watched them kneeling for a day and a night without complaining.

On the third day, no one from the Ren family came. The villagers who had just watched before began to help set up tables and set up tusks.

No one tried to spy on them anymore, and the eyes of them looked much more kind.

Kneeling in a daze, Shen Mange was pulled up and stuffed a soft pillow under his knee.

She raised her head in surprise and bumped into her gentle eyes: "Thank you."

"Oh, it's not worth it." The woman waved her hand a little embarrassedly, opened her mouth, but just said dryly: "You are good people."

They are not fools, and the Ren family does not have the same number as them.

Mr. Ren was poor all his life, and he would not always owed his granddaughter's tuition if he had money. He saw Ren Qiqi as if he was looking at him. He would not be willing to bear this grievance if there were any other way.

Although I don’t know where they got the fight, this kneeling is real and the intention is real.

The folk customs here are simple and I like such honest children, especially they are all very handsome and they all like them.

With everyone joining, the temple was held lively.

On the day of the funeral, people finally came to the Ren family.

They came at a very unfortunate time, just as the cremation was completed and they were about to go up the mountain.

"Bang!" Ying Xuan smashed the basin hard on the ground, smashing it all over the floor, shocking the Ren family members who were rushing to the sky.
Chapter completed!