My Mr. Monster

Two days is neither too long nor too short. Once you get busy, it goes by very quickly. Lu Xuan has prepared a lot.

As old as his own grandparents, he couldn't imagine whether he would burst into tears at that time, but it seemed that everyone was experiencing loss in their life.

Unable to change, he could only try to do what he could to soothe his inner anxiety, such as helping his grandfather chop wood and his grandmother cook, to make them happy... Although this was very common, it was the limit of what he could do.

Accompany... They accompanied him throughout his childhood, but Lu Xuan didn't know how long he could accompany them.

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He returned to the familiar space again. Even though he had been here many times, he was still a little uncomfortable. The sudden change of temperature was so hot and cold that his original sleepiness was blown away by the cold wind.

He walked out the door regardless of anything, holding the photo in his hand. Wu Yang stood there in a daze, unable to believe it. He was always the one who ran out first, so when did Lu Xuan become so anxious?

Lu Xuan prepared a gift for Grandma Wang. Although it was not of much value, it did have some meaning. Those were photos he took. He liked to take photos when he had nothing to do, and he had taken photos of everyone in this stronghold, more or less, for the sake of commemoration. Grandma Wang also liked taking photos very much, because she also loved "recording". It was a pity that he did not take a video of her.

I didn't expect it to be used in such a place...

Some older brothers or girls who are too shy to talk to him, Shi Tou, or the child who is almost autistic because he knows that his parents have died to save him. He may not be very familiar with most of them, but his grandmother likes to take care of them and is an "elder" who truly cares about them.

Grandma Wang’s death was a huge blow to everyone, including Han Song. Han Song might not be as strong as he thought, or even... he could not accept it even more than himself.

When they arrived at the campfire, Han Song and a group of people were tinkering with a "coffin". They carefully used a knife to flatten the protruding parts of the wood, and then used nails to connect the wooden boards together.

"Do you need my help?" Lu Xuan asked in a daze.

Han Song looked at Lu Xuan and knew from his new clothes that he had gone back.

"No need, we can just do the rough work. Just consider it as a final farewell to Grandma Wang." Han Song said.

Lu Xuan walked over and handed Han Song a dozen photos, saying, "These... are for Grandma Wang. Let her take them with her when she's buried. At least... it'll be a memory."

Han Song looked at Grandma Wang's figure and everyone's figure in the color photo. He didn't even know when Lu Xuan took the photo, but looking at Grandma Wang's smiling face in the photo, he seemed to feel relieved.

"Do you have any more? I, I want to keep one too." Han Song said embarrassedly.

Lu Xuan nodded: "Yes."

"Thank you." Han Song's melancholy expression finally showed a rare smile.

Wu Yang walked over and watched them hammering away. Lu Xuan watched from the side and occasionally tried his hand at it himself.

"What are you doing?" Wu Yang asked.

"It's for burial." Lu Xuan said, "After all, burial is the best way to rest in peace."

"Your efficiency..." Wu Yang didn't want to say anything after seeing it.

Lu Xuan was silent for a while: "Lend me a hand, you are free anyway, so why not take advantage of it."

Upon hearing this, the group of people stopped and looked over. They thought Wu Yang would be dissatisfied. After all, ordering people around like this was too "natural". But who would have thought...

"Okay, it gives me a headache seeing you guys dilly-dallying like this." Wu Yang said and started to work right away.

"I originally wanted to make some carvings so that Grandma Wang could leave beautifully, but we are not very skillful..." said Lu Xuan.

"Carved? What does that mean?"

"It's just carving some beautiful patterns. I have a video, you can take a look..." Lu Xuan suddenly stopped talking, "Forget it, I'd better carve some patterns. It's a bit difficult even if I learn by imitation without decent tools."

"Then I'll just focus on the coffin. I don't like doing detailed work," said Wu Yang.

Lu Xuan nodded and looked at Han Song and said, "Wu Yang and I will take care of this. You guys continue to prepare the other things. We are shorthanded everywhere right now. Also, wake up that autistic guy. His parents' death is no reason for him to eat and drink for free."

Han Song nodded: "I've given him enough time to recover. If he still can't accept it, I'll throw him out to fend for himself."

Lu Xuan nodded: "As long as he's not crazy, he can do something at his age."

Han Song agreed very much. He was the one who specially took over the "Jiang Ping'an", but he seemed to have suffered too much shock and almost stayed in the room all the time. Even his meals were delivered to him by others.

If the food is still wasted because it has no use, it will be worthless even if it has not reached adulthood, and will become a burden instead.

The group of people left and started to get busy again. Although Grandma Wang had passed away, they still needed to live. Making the coffin was just to give Grandma Wang a token of thought and peace.

Lu Xuan looked at the pattern on his phone carefully while outlining it with a pen. This was the simplest approach, he only wanted it to look good, not luxurious.

"Brother Lu Xuan...can I, can I help?" Jiang Jiang ran over at some point, her little hands twisted together nervously, her eyes red and swollen.

Lu Xuan was shocked when he saw this, and immediately felt heartbroken. Originally, Grandma Wang had been taking care of Jiang Jiang, but now Jiang Jiang was left unattended, and the little guy must be very sad.

"Jiang Jiang, you should go and warm yourself by the fire. The wood is very cold." Lu Xuan said as he squatted down and held Jiang Jiang's frozen red little hand, which was like an ice cube.

"I want to help... Grandma Wang is very good to me, and I want to do something within my ability." Jiang Jiang said as tears began to flow uncontrollably again.

Lu Xuan pursed his lips, sighed, and ruffled Jiang Jiang's hair. "Okay, Jiang Jiang, come and draw something you like later. Grandma Wang will definitely like it too."

Jiang Jiang nodded: "Thank you, Brother Lu Xuan."

"I will take care of you from now on. Jiang Jiang, come sleep with your brother later. Since Grandma Wang is not here, there is really no one suitable to take care of you."

Apart from the fact that I have a lot of free time, I probably don't have any other advantages. Looking after a child is not a bad thing, and Jiang Jiang is very obedient.

"Huh? He sleeps with us?" Wu Yang immediately disagreed. Why would there be a little kid when there are only two people sleeping?

"The bed is big anyway. I will take care of Jiang Jiang and won't bother you." Lu Xuan explained quickly.

Is this a hassle? Wu Yang's face darkened. This was simply a matter of principle. With another child around... he had to be careful with everything he did.

"I can be fine on my own, Brother Lu Xuan, don't bother me." Jiang Jiang was afraid that the two would quarrel, and he was also afraid of Wu Yang...

"It's okay. I promised Grandma Wang that I would take good care of you and I will take good care of you until you grow up." Lu Xuan comforted her, "I won't ignore you."

Jiang Jiang looked at Lu Xuan's unwavering eyes, then looked at Wu Yang's depressed expression, and suddenly felt a little at a loss.

"It's up to you..." Wu Yang said suddenly.