After the divorce, my second-married military officer husband doted on me

a few days later.

It’s the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are only four days left until the Chinese New Year.

The Gu family held a funeral for Gu Changsheng and Gu Jinyan.

On this day, a cold wind blew, howling across the quiet Kyoto.

At the Gu family, Gu Minglei and Gu Hong cried bitterly among their relatives.

In just a few days, Gu Hong's hair turned completely white.

Before Gu Jinyan died, there were still some black strands in his hair.

Now, because of sadness, the only remaining black hair turned white overnight.

After a few days of recuperation, his wounds not only did not heal, but he looked even more haggard.

Gu Hong held onto one of the coffins with one hand, crying bitterly in the middle of the two coffins. Turbid tears continued to flow, and he muttered to himself: "My son, my eldest grandson! Rest in peace!"

"In a few years, I will come to accompany you."

"What I owe you in this life, if we are destined to be relatives again in the next life, I will repay you double."

Gu Minglei knelt in front of Gu Changsheng's coffin in mourning clothes, while Gu Siheng checked the time behind him.

"Dad, Minglei, it's almost time for the funeral."

Following Gu Siheng's reminder, the funerals of Gu Changsheng and Gu Jinyan were held in a sad and miserable atmosphere.

People from the village came to help, but they were all overwhelmed by the heavy atmosphere.

Gu Changsheng and Gu Jinyan had no luxurious coffins, no complicated ceremonies, only endless grief for their few relatives.

The funeral procession slowly walked towards the cemetery outside the village.

The sky is gray and gloomy today, as if it is also mourning the deceased uncle and nephew.

The ground beneath the coffin bearers' feet was frozen solid, making every step extremely difficult.

The relatives of the Gu family were wearing plain white mourning clothes, and their cries echoed all the way through the empty streets, lingering for a long time even outside the village, making people feel heartbroken.

The cemetery is at the end of the village outside the city, on a barren hillside.

Some of the village’s ancestors are already buried here, and now, two new deceased are about to be buried here.

Because the journey was quite far, it took the coffin bearers more than an hour to reach the cemetery.

On the hillside, several bare old trees were shivering in the cold wind, their branches twisted, as if they were crying for this unfortunate family.

After arriving at the cemetery, the villagers helped start digging the grave.

The cold shovel dug up the hard soil, making a dull sound.

Each blow hit Gu Hong and Gu Minglei's hearts hard.

The Taoist priest arranged the burial ceremony, Gu Siheng assisted on the side, while Gu Hong and Gu Minglei stood beside the tomb, their bodies shaking constantly, as they looked at the pit that was gradually being dug.

It was as if I saw my dearest one sleeping forever in that pit, never to be seen again.

As the pit got deeper and deeper, they looked at the two dark tombs and their bodies trembled more violently.

When the coffin was slowly lowered into the tomb, Gu Hong and Gu Minglei could no longer suppress their inner grief and rushed to the side of the tomb.

Gu Hong collapsed to the ground crying and was supported by others, but he still struggled to get closer to the coffin, as if this could keep his son and grandson.

Gu Minglei also cried out for his father, hoping that the burial would be slow so that he could see his father one more time...

During the filling process, every handful of soil that fell seemed to hit Gu Minglei and Gu Hong's hearts.

Their cries gradually became hoarse, leaving only heavy sobs.

Finally, their voices became hoarse, their tears had dried up, and only despair remained in their hearts.

Gu Siheng patted their shoulders with a heavy heart, "Dad, Minglei, accept my condolences. Let them go with peace of mind!"

"From now on, you still have me."

Gu Minglei couldn't hold back any longer and threw himself into Gu Siheng's arms, crying like a child who hadn't grown up, "Wuwu...Uncle, from now on, I don't have a father anymore."

"You don't have a father anymore." Gu Siheng patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, although you have lost your father, you still have your uncle.

Your uncle will take care of you like your father.

You are a man, cheer up, your father is watching you in heaven.

Didn’t you promise your dad to take good care of grandpa?

You have to cheer up so that you can take good care of grandpa.

You yourself are so grief-stricken, how can you persuade your grandfather to let it go?"

Gu Minglei wiped away his tears carelessly, "Wuwu... I know, but I just can't help it.

Uncle, let me be willful again.

Let me cry again.

I'll cry one last time.

After I cry for the last time today, I will never cry for my dad again. I will keep my thoughts about him in my heart."

Hearing Gu Minglei say this, Gu Hong suddenly felt ashamed.

He knew that his condition these days made Gu Siheng very worried.

He stopped crying and grieving on his own without Gu Siheng's persuasion.

"Ah Heng, I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry to have worried you these past few days."

Gu Siheng, “I understand.

Dad, I am also very sad about losing my loved ones.

It’s just that I’m used to swallowing my discomfort.

I'm just worried about your health.

You already had injuries on your body, and because you were sad these days, you didn't apply the medicine or take the medicine properly.

You look so haggard and thin."

Gu Minglei was also very worried. He choked up and said, "Grandpa, I'm not sad now, and you are not allowed to be sad in the future."

"Otherwise I'd be worried."

Gu Hong, "Okay, Grandpa is no longer sad and will not make you worry anymore."

After the funeral, Gu Minglei was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Gu Hong stood in front of the tomb, looking at the two new graves, the grief in his heart surging like a tide.

The cold wind was still howling, blowing up the dust on the ground, as if the souls of the dead were floating.

……

When he returned home, nothing was missing, but Gu Hong felt that the house was empty.

The two people who always made him angry were gone, and there was only dead silence in the room.

At night, the cold wind hits the windows, making a "woooo" sound, as if it is the cry of the deceased.

Gu Hong lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Images of his son and Gu Jinyan when they were children kept appearing in his mind.

When their son was young, they were a loving father and a filial son.

Gu Jinyan also brought him joy when he was a child.

But now, those memories have become eternal in my mind...

……

Four days later, it was New Year’s Eve.

Gu Hong originally thought that since Gu Siheng had biological parents and was married, he might not spend the New Year at the Gu family's old house. Unexpectedly, early in the morning, Gu Siheng and Jiang Nuan came to the old house with bags of gifts. They said in unison,

"Dad, we are here to celebrate the New Year with you..."

Ning Quanzhou and the others were also accompanying them...