socalfunplaces Chapter 254 1 years
Chapter 254 1 years
The beginning of spring is the time when all things revive and regain vitality. However, there is an isolated grave in the Inazuma cemetery, standing alone between two rockery hills, with the graves on both sides seeming to welcome the guests.
The tombstone reads: "Inazuma's first hero, Kujo Takejun."
The funeral procession was very large, with residents coming to see this great man off for the last time. However, most of them were young people. The more familiar younger one, Shu Buwang, was barely forty years old, and the two children following behind him were full of vigor and vitality.
Standing in front of Kujo Takejun's grave, his family members cried heart-wrenchingly. His son pulled his grandson to kneel down and kowtowed again and again.
As for his peers, Shuqiuhu and others bowed slightly, and did not leave even after the sunrise and sunset.
In the end, it was the descendants of the other three people who comforted each other and finally returned home.
Mo Ran was the last one to leave, because of his family, one died in the change, and the other died peacefully last year.
After leaving the cemetery, Mo Ran did not go home. Instead, he walked to the foot of the low mountain where the gods lived, walked around the foot of the mountain, and came to the natural cave below.
There are two solitary tombs standing next to each other, and on each tombstone there is only one word engraved: truth and shadow.
Mo Ran stood here for a long time, without moving a single step. It was not because of any other reason, but because he had a feeling that he would not need to use this identity any more within this year.
He cannot change the natural passage of human life. The most he can do is freeze their time and seal it away forever. But in that case, it seems worse than dying.
"Brother Mo, you are here as expected." An old woman with a kind face walked slowly towards me, leaning on a cane.
This staggering, hunched old woman is Qing Li. She has never married and has no adopted children. All the friends who once wanted to join the army with her have passed away.
Now, she just wanted to look at this face one more time, this ordinary face hidden by messy white hair and beard.
"Brother Mo, you should take care of your face, otherwise you might scare other children when you go out." Qing Li looked up at him who was silent, and spoke to himself.
A similar scene was happening outside Inazuma Village at this moment.
Shenli Sangxi and Afeng walked side by side. On the quiet road, the two were also very quiet. Their silence was like the calm sea surface, but a bigger storm was brewing.
"By the way, Afeng, whose boy did your daughter marry?"
"It's not marriage, it's that boy marrying into the family."
"Yes, yes, marrying into the family... Have you thought about what surname to leave for your descendants?"
"Alas, my parents didn't even give me a name, so how would I know what my last name was?"
"Then why don't you think of a new one, starting with Feng Zisi?"
"Okay, you read a lot of books, so get me one."
"Hmm, Feng, Feng... How about Fengyuan? It means talented and famous."
"Okay, let's call it this!"
……
After the beginning of spring, there were a few thunders of the Waking of Insects season, mixed with rain falling, and the surname Fengyuan was officially decided, and it was decided to assist the Kamisato clan and leave the clan motto to future generations.
The elders from both families passed away during the Grain Rain. This time, only three elders of the same generation, Mo Ran, Shu Qiu Hu and Qing Li, were left to see them off.
As old friends left one by one, Shuqiuhu's already dim eyes became even duller, as deep as an abyss, without a trace of sunlight.
When cicadas were chirping at the summer solstice, Qingli collapsed on the street. This old woman who never got a response from the man she loved until her death, probably not many people would remember her after her death.
Two white-haired old men stood in front of Qingli's grave. Shu Qiuhu glanced at his brother beside him, then left with a sigh.
Mo Ran stood there until very late, until the next morning, when he turned around and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence to this former girl: "I'm sorry..."
Shu Qiuhu doesn't have much time left, so he and Mo Ran walk around the village together every day, over and over again. When they get tired, they go to see the place where they will stay in the future and accompany their old friend.
"Amo, how do you feel?" Shuqiuhu leaned against the rockery, looking at the sunset with a kind smile.
Shu Qiuhu suddenly turned his head and looked at his brother who was silent beside him. Fortunately, the pair of open eyes made him feel a little relieved: "I forgot everything. You can't speak."
There was a moment of silence. The sky was dotted with cold stars. A middle-aged man walked towards them and called out, "Dad, Uncle Mo, it's getting late. Can we go home?"
"Bu Wang, why are you here to find us two old men instead of staying at home with your wife and children?" Qiuhu said with a smile.
"Dad, what are you talking about? You are my dad, and that is my uncle Mo." Shu Buwang said, "Isn't it my duty to come to you?"
"Haha, sure, of course. My two oldest grandchildren, how old is the oldest this year?"
"I'm nineteen now. In another year, it will be time for me to get married."
"Well, not bad, not bad. How about my grandson? What is he doing recently?"
"He is clamoring to join the army, but he doesn't want to accept military power directly. He wants to start from the lowest level as a soldier, saying that this is the only way to feel a sense of accomplishment."
"Hahaha, good, the kid is quite ambitious. He's not much worse than a general like you who wants to send troops to the outer islands and conquer the barren lands. Are you jealous?"
"My son has great ambitions. As a father, why should I be jealous?"
"You're right. Seeing you love studying and working hard to get to where you are today, Dad was very pleased. I wanted to show off to others every day. Did you see that? That's my son, Shu Qiuhu. He's a great general!"
"Then why didn't you talk about it often later?"
"I'm afraid I've said too much and made you proud. Dad has fought in wars for half his life and knows that pride leads to failure. So you have to put some pressure on my two grandsons, but remember to be moderate and don't let them become devastated!"
"Don't worry, I understand."
"Well, Bu Wang, Dad is old, very old, and tends to be long-winded and forgetful..."
"Dad, please don't say that. What son would find his father annoying?"
"Haha, when you were eighteen, you wanted to hold a military competition. When I rejected your opinion, didn't you slam the door and run away? Didn't you say you would ignore me?"
"That... that's because I'm still young and hot-headed. I don't know much, so I just want to do something when my mind is hot. I always feel that if I don't accomplish something big, I'll let you down."
"what about now?"
"Now I think about it. I have to do the right thing, and I have to think about everything carefully, for fear of missing something."
"Well, the more you know, the more you will think about it, so sometimes, you can't fight hard, but it will be smoother. In the future, do whatever you want to do, and go ahead. Dad can't control you anymore!"
"father……"
"But if you dare to do anything that is against the will of heaven and earth and takes human life lightly, I can still beat you up even when I am old!"
Shu Buwang patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Dad, how about a punch now?"
"Get out of here! There are still people looking for trouble! Are you stupid? Can't you just run away?"
"How can that be possible? I wish you would punch me against the wall right now!"
"You wish..." Shu Qiuhu laughed loudly, then he calmed down and said, "Buwang, should we leave a warning for our descendants?"
"Dad, you decide." Shubowang took out paper and pen from his arms. Originally, brushes were already popular, but because they were inconvenient to carry, he still carried the pointed charcoal ones when he went out, but replaced the animal skin with coarse linen paper.
"You are old and you still let me decide everything. Are you just a kid? Humph, I will just leave one rule: all descendants of the Hiiragi family shall not oppress the residents, and the same clan shall not protect them. Those who violate the rules will be punished according to the law."
"Okay, do you want some more?"
"You add it yourself, that's all Dad can think of."
"Ah, haha, then my son will respectfully obey your command!"
"You better save some money!"
…………
As the Beginning of Autumn approached and the weather turned cooler, the old veteran, Shu Qiuhu, who seemed invincible, finally fell into eternal sleep and was no longer heard from.
This time, Mo Ran was the only elderly person of the same generation left. He was walking at the front of the team, looking lonely.
The tomb is still located between two rockery hills, in the middle of the other three and at the very front, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
There were tears in Shu Buwang's eyes. He quietly raised his hand to wipe them away, looked at the two children behind him, and said, "You go back first. I'll stay with your Grandpa Mo for a while."
"Dad, we'll accompany you too," the eldest son said frankly.
"Okay, that's fine too." Shuu Buwang looked at his uncle, his only elder.
Mo Ran noticed the gaze and turned his head slightly to look. There was a look of closeness in Chu Buwang's eyes, but the others and the children of the next generation only had awe in their eyes. The whole village no longer had the intimacy it once had.
It is inevitable that times change and people change. It is difficult for every elderly person to revisit everything from their childhood that they were once familiar with.
Not only the place has changed, but people have also changed. No matter how good your mood is, it can never be exactly the same as your childhood. That carefree, free time may be the growth memory of many people, and become the glorious beginning of their lives.
However, people like Mo Ran and other orphans including Shu Qiuhu and the other four have grown up at a young age and have experienced all the ups and downs of life and the hardships of life.
"Uncle Mo, it's getting late." Shu Buwang reminded.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting again, and the afterglow was shining brightly.
Mo Ran said nothing, but was dragged back home by the child, who treated him well. He also took good care of him every day after that.
He knew that the child was afraid that he would suddenly pass away if he wasn't careful, but it was time for him to leave.
The brothers, friends, and relatives of this identity have passed away, and the ones left behind are of little use. After some time, Mo Ran will arrange a fake death and return to his true self.
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The autumnal equinox.
When he couldn't find his uncle Mo, Shu Buwang was shocked and took his two sons with him to ask around in the village, and finally they came to the cave under the low mountain of the gods.
Next to the graves with two fluttering soul flags, there was a dug pit in which lay an old man, covered with handfuls of earth. He had white hair and black clothes, and his palms were covered with mud. He was no longer alive.
Shu Buwang sighed deeply, kowtowed three times, and then buried him. As for the funeral, this uncle came here alone, how could he not know what it meant?
He carved the word "silence" on the newly erected stone tablet, and then bowed three times. Before he stood up and left, he said, "Today, I will bring my two sons with me to pay homage to you again."
When the moon is at its zenith, the village is very quiet.
No one noticed that there was a young man in black standing in the cemetery. He stood there for a long time without saying anything. He just bowed and disappeared.
In the same year, Inazuma announced the establishment of a country and named the island Narukami. The Thunder God Bal was called Go-Take Narukami Shuson Daigosho, and Lord Thunder God also had a mysterious brother, called Go-Take Narukami Shuson Taijogosho.
The days ahead are long, and development towards the islands to the west is a foregone conclusion...