He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 370 It’s getting dark

Malu's funeral was held in the blacksmith shop. It was said that it was his will that he wanted to return to his roots.

The highest rank in the Ma family today is only a seventh-rank county magistrate, so there are not so many requirements.

What's more, with Jiang Lin here, no one dares to underestimate the blacksmith shop.

Although Ma Lu had a bad reputation in the past few years because of the incident involving blacksmith Ma, neighbors still came to pay their respects spontaneously, whether out of Jiang Lin's face or for other reasons.

Yu'er came as well, of course. Now she was very old and frail and needed to use a cane.

He has a head full of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and walks with a slightly bent back.

"Hello, grandma." The little girl named Ma Ningyan ran over, bowed to Yu'er first, then looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Grandpa Hong, my father said he wanted to take out some money to repair this place, is that okay?"

"No need." Jiang Lin shook his head.

The blacksmith shop has not changed in decades. Blacksmith Ma has never repaired it, and Jiang Lin will not let anyone touch it.

Ma Ningyan said "oh" and replied.

Yu'er asked, "Is this Malu's granddaughter? She's a beauty and looks very smart."

"Yeah." Jiang Lin replied casually.

Yu'er had long been accustomed to his few words, and she didn't care. She just looked at Malu's mourning hall and sighed, "Even he is gone. I'm afraid I'm the only one left among my old neighbors."

Jiang Lin didn't say anything, and Yu'er didn't say anything either.

This time when she came back, Yu'er spoke much less.

Perhaps it was Malu’s death that made her realize that she didn’t have much time left.

Who can face life and death without feeling fear?

It was not until a long time later that Yu'er said, "I want to build a tomb for myself in advance."

Jiang Lin turned to look at her, and Yu'er also turned to look at her, squinting her eyes and smiling: "At least you know what it's like to be buried in it, so you won't be too scared."

Although she is old, in Jiang Lin's eyes, she is still like the girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Yu'er whispered how big the tomb she wanted to build, how deep it should be, and what kind of tomb it should be.

I explained it in detail, inside and out.

After even choosing the flowers to place on the grave, Yu'er suddenly asked, "Brother Chen, can you teach me how to live forever?"

Jiang Lin turned his head again and saw that Yu'er's face was covered with tears.

She wasn't really afraid of death, but she felt very sad when she thought that one day she would never see this person again and would never be able to call him Brother Chen again.

She wanted to live forever, to be able to stay with him like this forever, even if she did nothing and said nothing.

But Jiang Lin could only shake his head: "I can't."

Although he has not changed after so many years, he does not know whether this is immortality, let alone teaching others.

After that day, Yu'er really stayed and began to build her own tomb.

It was also from this day that Jiang Lin noticed that Yu'er's aura began to dim.

She went to survey and measure with others every day, and after coming back she would sit in front of the blacksmith shop and chat with Jiang Lin about what happened that day.

Jiang Lin never interrupted her and would listen quietly no matter what she was doing.

After Ma Lu's funeral, the Ma family returned home.

However, Yu'er's business subordinates often come here.

Yu'er had no children, so she adopted three children, two boys and one girl.

They are all very smart and have grown up now. They work hard every day to manage her business.

Every time these three children came to the blacksmith shop, they were very respectful to Jiang Lin, because they knew how powerful this man was, who looked about the same age as them but was actually at least seventy or eighty years old.

As the days passed, the tomb built by Yu'er became more and more presentable.

She deliberately slowed down her progress, as if by doing so she could live longer.

Only Jiang Lin knew that she didn't have much time left. That aura was so dim that it appeared and disappeared, and no one knew when it would disappear.

As a result, a year after Malu's death, only half of the tomb was built.

Jiang Lin really couldn't resist, so Yu'er called him to the grave to give his opinions.

Looking at the large area in front of him, with insects, fish, birds and animals, it was a very spectacular cemetery, Jiang Lin didn't know what to think.

He didn't understand any of this, and Yu'er seemed to have just found an excuse to go out for a walk together.

"Look, this is the main tomb chamber." Yu'er pointed to the huge tomb entrance in front and said, "When I die, carry me in from here and place me in the middle of the tomb chamber."

"I bought a lot of fish oil, which should be enough to last for a long time."

Jiang Lin suddenly said in a muffled voice: "After the tomb was sealed, there was no air, so the fire went out."

Yu'er was stunned: "Is that so? I almost forgot that you are a blacksmith and are best at making fire. What a pity."

Yu'er, leaning on a crutch, had been walking for a long time and was so tired that she could hardly straighten her back. She simply sat down next to the tomb, not caring that the mud had soiled her clothes.

She hammered her leg gently, looked around, and said, "But it looks good, right?"

Jiang Lin nodded and hummed.

It is indeed very nice. Malu’s grave is not so beautiful. After all, Yuer’s business has become very big. It is said to be the largest cloth shop in the world.

Yu Er laughed softly and said, "Now that I think about it, immortality is not good. It's boring to always watch others die while you live well and don't even recognize anyone in the end."

Jiang Lin didn't say anything. Whether it's interesting or not depends on different people's definition.

He himself doesn't really care whether it's interesting or not.

When the blacksmith Ma was there, he worked on the iron every day.

They are gone, but it is still the same.

"I heard that when Malu left, he said he never wanted to study again?" Yu'er asked.

Jiang Lin lowered his head to look at the yellow soil at the tip of his toes and hummed, "He also said that he missed his master and mistress."

"That's good, you finally understand something." Yu'er chuckled again and said, "It's a pity that no matter how much we miss it, we can't go back to the past. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would really put on a red wedding dress to find you instead of giving you a shabby purse."

"Brother Chen."

"Ok?"

"Why is it dark?"

Jiang Lin turned his head and saw that Yu'er's eyes were lifeless and she was looking around blankly.

The aura around her became increasingly dim, almost invisible.

Jiang Lin's body trembled slightly, he reached out and grabbed Yu'er's hand.

Although he had experienced the death of many people, he was still unable to escape it this time.

"It's okay, the clouds are just blocking the sun. It might rain." Jiang Lin's voice was no longer dull, but much softer.

Yu'er hummed, her voice starting to get weaker: "I feel a little cold, is it almost the New Year?"

Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment, then finally stretched out his hands and held her in his arms.

"Almost there are two months left."

“I feel like I may not make it to the New Year.”

"No nonsense."

"Brother Chen."

"I'm here."

"In fact, I secretly hid your portrait in the tomb. Do you think it's unlucky?"

Jiang Lin lowered his head and looked at her face which was gradually losing color. Even though he knew that she could no longer see, he still shook his head subconsciously: "It's not bad luck."

"That's good……"

"Brother Chen."

"I am here."

"I'll take a nap. When it's daybreak, remember to wake me up so I can make dumplings for you."

Her hands dropped down and she could no longer lift them.

The body in my arms gradually grew colder.

Jiang Lin hugged her and whispered, "Okay, let's make dumplings."

Yu'er no longer made any sound, and her breath completely dissipated.

Jiang Lin didn't move and just held her.

The sun slid across the sky and set.

The moon rose from the western hills and hung in the sky.

Next to the cold tomb, the tall and burly figure just sat there, holding the hunchbacked old woman.

Until the next morning, when the sun shone and illuminated the entrance to the tomb.

Jiang Lin looked at the bright sun and said softly, "Yu'er, it's dawn."

I could vaguely hear that clear and pleasant voice.

"Brother Chen, I embroidered this myself. Does it look good?"

Jiang Lin looked down at Yu'er in his arms and nodded gently: "It looks good."

……

Jiang Lin personally carried Yu'er's body into the tomb.

He saw the portrait, which was not hanging but pasted on the coffin lid.

It shows him forging iron and swinging a hammer. It is very vivid and vivid.

The old craftsman in charge of making the coffin sighed and said, "She said that this way she can see you. If you feel it is unlucky, you can take it off."

"Need not."

Jiang Lin gently placed Yu'er's body into the coffin.

Looking at her old face that looked like she was really asleep, Jiang Lin stood there for a long time before he moved the coffin lid with his portrait on it and closed it.

Looking at the fish oil lamps lit around him, Jiang Lin was silent for a long time. Then he stretched out his hand and caught a ray of sunlight, emitting a hazy light.

He didn't know why he had such means, and he didn't even know how to use it. It seemed that he used it whenever he wanted to.

Placing the light on the coffin, Jiang Lin said softly, "This way, it won't go out."

After leaving the tomb, I watched the craftsmen knock down the stone door and seal the entrance.

I could hear the sad cries of Yu'er's adopted children, grandsons and granddaughters.

One of the adopted sons came over with tears in his eyes.

He bowed to Jiang Lin and said, "Mother said that after she leaves, the cloth shop business will be given to you."

Jiang Lin looked at this man who was not familiar to him. There was an aura coming from him that was connected to the tomb, just like the cloth bag that Malu gave him that year.

"You guys take care of it yourselves, I won't interfere." Jiang Lin said.

He had no desire for fame, wealth or power, otherwise he would not have stayed in the blacksmith shop for so many years without doing anything.

However, Yu'er's departure meant that Jiang Lin would never see the group of people he had met after he came here again.

Back at the blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin opened the door of the house that Blacksmith Ma and Lu Yinghong had built for him in front of the woodshed.

With a creaking sound, sunlight poured in, illuminating everything in the house.

There is a wooden box on the table.

Jiang Lin walked over and opened it. Inside were many strings of shriveled candied haws, which were bought by the blacksmith Ma.

Next to the candied haws was a set of old children's clothes, which were left by Lu Yinghong.

Next to it is an old purse.

It was embroidered by Yu'er herself decades ago, when she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

All the aura on these things disappeared, without any trace left.

Jiang Lin looked for a moment and walked out of the room.

He looked at the house where the blacksmith Ma and Lu Yinghong once lived. From the time he came here until now, it had never changed.

But the person who lived inside has passed away.

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked at the houses of other neighbors.

Many families have rebuilt their houses. Everything has changed, but the people living there seem to have never changed.

Still bustling with people coming and going.

Jiang Lin reached out his hand and the wooden box flew out of the house.

He looked down at the ordinary candied haws, clothes and purse.

When I looked up again, countless faint auras appeared in my field of vision, like vines weaving between heaven and earth.

The confusion in Jiang Lin's eyes faded away in an instant, and he seemed to have an epiphany.

"Red Dust..."

(End of this chapter)