It's too difficult to fall in love with rewards

Chapter 38 38. So close yet so far away...

Where is my brother?

Where is my clever, cute, well-behaved and obedient brother?

Ju Qingxue turned her neck blankly, her eyes swept across the crowd in the mourning hall, looking for Ju Qingxian's back.

It was raining heavily outside the house, but my younger brother was not in the house. Where did he go? Wouldn't he be kidnapped by the Songping family... Ju Qingxue ran out and looked at the world covered by the rain. She couldn't help but feel chills all over her body.

"Really, where did Ah Qing go, why didn't you come to me..."

A girl complained from behind.

Ju Qingxue looked over and found that it was a girl in a black dress, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a fair face, as delicate as a little angel.

"So it wasn't someone from the Songping family who abducted..." Ju Qingxue heaved a sigh of relief, took out her cell phone, and called her younger brother, "Hello?"

"elder sister?"

"where did you go?"

"...Oh, I wanted to eat chocolate, so I came to the convenience store at the intersection. But it was raining too much, so I couldn't go back for a while."

"I'll pick you up." Ju Qingxue looked around for an umbrella.

"Ah, no, no, I'll be back soon..."

"No, it's raining too much, just wait, I'll pick you up!" Tachibana Qingxue put on the airs of a stern sister, but as soon as she finished speaking, the mistresses of the other two Tokugawa Yusan's families surrounded her weeping. come over.

The two noble ladies held her arms respectively, wiped away their tears, and warned her to "take good care of our family's Ah Qing".

……Eh.

Ju Qingxue sighed tiredly, and whispered into the microphone: "Come back when the rain subsides, don't get drenched..."

"No problem sister! (Meow~)"

"Are you teasing the cat?"

"...No, the cat is teasing me, hang up."

Ju Qingxue put the phone away, with a polite smile on her face, she got up to deal with the two ladies in front of her.

Not far from the side, Madam Yu, who was surrounded by the crowd, nodded slightly, the corners of her mouth curved into a charming arc... In a trance, the brightness of the dim mourning hall seemed to have increased a lot.

The time slowly came to the afternoon.

Ju Qingxue didn't know what was going on, wave after wave of people came to pester her, and they never stopped from morning to afternoon.

She was so dizzy from the noise that she had no energy to look for her brother, and she didn't know that his brother had become unclean at this time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped.

The black and white whale screen is blown up by the wind, and the blue sky can be seen outside.

The funeral procession is about to leave.

--Um?

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

There was a boy wearing a bamboo hat, walking towards the mourning hall from the door, the rain on the bamboo hat glistened.

It's Qing.

How could he come back from the outside?
Lying in the coffin is his father, when did he leave the mourning hall...

Many people have doubts in their hearts, but no one can ask them.

In all fairness, Mr. Qingxian's handsomeness is outstanding to the point that everyone is full of praise.His cheeks were rosy, his eyebrows were delicate, and he had big eyes that were still childish, with long eyelashes and sparkling black eyes.

He came in black mourning clothes and a bamboo hat, as if he had just returned from time and space beside the gods, so beautiful that people felt a sense of impermanence
"Young Master Qingxian is truly a talent..."

"I don't know who will get it in the future..."

"Ah Qing, come here and give my sister a hug..."

The compliments from the guests who came to express their condolences fell in Ju Qingxue's ears, making her feel uneasy... With Ju's current situation, can she really keep this brother?

"Funeral~"

The order to start is issued.

The long line is heading towards the sea.

Lanterns, flags, dragon heads, torches and gongs.

The man pulling the rope of spiritual food.

Woman in white hijab.

Monk chanting.

A coffin like a mikoshi.

Canopy, sun stick, wreath and incense.

A handsome little boy, holding a memorial tablet, followed beside the coffin, and the road under his feet stretched towards the sea.

The father's departure meant that childhood had officially come to an end.

Tangerine Qing showed no fluctuations in his heart.

He realized that he didn't feel sad about death at all, but just had a feeling of powerlessness, and he was shocked by his lack of respect for family affection.

His father's body was contained in a white coffin.

The women from the other branches of the Tokugawa family, the young monk, and some people who couldn't help crying followed the coffin.

Ju Qingxian glanced into the coffin.

The father's face was surrounded by a circle of flowers, each of which was very delicate and fresh, but without any sense of beauty, it would only make people feel creepy.

The eyes of the dead body, which had been muddy for a long time, were sunken deeply at this moment, and there was no possibility of them being filled again.

This is what a life looks like after it's gone...

There is nothing that can make people feel the difference between material and spiritual than remains.

Ju Qingxian withdrew his gaze, his thoughts drifting aimlessly.

Flowers in March, tables, pencils, wet sneakers, remains of the dead... These are all indifferent substances, so far away from the spiritual world, and never reach the possibility.

Unless they become ghosts and monsters.

So, here comes the question again, are there really ghosts and monsters in this world?
Tachibana Qingxian turned his head sideways, and glanced at the three wives of the Songping family.

The funeral procession turned solemnly and continued to move towards the sea, three ladies in mourning clothes and three peerless survivors.

Madam Yu's hair was not messed up.

The loose mourning dress concealed her graceful figure.

She has a beautiful face that no one can match, and those narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, just looking at you, can make you unable to think of any blasphemy and resistance.She stared forward resolutely, nothing could make her noble neck bow down, including the orange clearness that peeked at her.

Although Madam Yue's face was pale, she didn't look sad, but gave off a feeling of absent-mindedness.She didn't notice Tachibana Qingxian's gaze, but just looked down at her toes, very reserved and elegant.

I always feel that she is very pitiful...

Ju Qing's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds, then turned to the last lady.

Mrs. Sakura's watery eyes were also looking at him.

After the eyes met, a blush suddenly appeared on her charming face.

That shy demeanor that could amaze the whole world was only shown for less than two seconds before she hung her neck down.

then……

Ju Qingxian could see that her slender waist was twisting slightly, and her hands were grabbing the cuffs and wringing them back and forth, as if bumping into a girl full of arms with her first love.

Leprechaun!

She is definitely a goblin!

Tangerine screamed inwardly.

Demon girl, I must find out your depth!
By the way, what kind of fairy are you?
Let the flowers bloom Mu Yeji!
Although Huakai Muyeji is indeed a cherry blossom demon, but I always feel that her temperament is not as demonic as hers.

Maybe a girl spider?
Hmm, it's possible.

Although pretty...

But it's hard to get close, and it's poisonous...

Ju Qingxian was thinking in a mess, and put down his hand wearily and drooping.

The spirit card dangled non-stop in his small hand.

The temple where the corpses were burned is on the edge of Sagami Bay.

The interior of the Daxiong Palace is solemnly decorated. The canopy hanging on the pillars, the canopy hanging on the beams, and the incense burners look solemn and splendid under the shining lights.

From time to time, the sea breeze blows in through the open door of the temple, rolling up the mourning clothes of the mourners.

The guests are saying their final farewells to the body.

The corpse is for people to see, not for conversation, no matter how much you say, it won't hear you.

Ju Qingxian just looked at him indifferently, just like his father looked at him when he was alive.

It is a manifestation of patriarchy that his father can look at him so indifferently; it is a manifestation of the power of the living that he can look at the body so indifferently.

Although cruel, it goes straight to the essence.

For Tachibana Qingxian, the first contact with death was also a fresh first experience.

A taciturn child since he was a child, groping for the philosophy of life in it, is about to embark on a new journey of youth.

The firewood pile for the burning of the remains was erected by the sea.

The turbulent waves set off bursts of spray, and the flames burned the wood, making a sound like being whipped.

In the billowing smoke, a person just disappeared, drifting with the wind along with his emotions, and was completely erased from this world.

The intensely scorching heat kept hitting Ju Qingxian's face.

In the middle of the fire, something exploded suddenly, and the coffin lid jumped up.

In an instant, Ju Qingxian raised his head and looked at Mrs. Yu who was five meters away.

The clear sky with some thin clouds floating, the blue sea, the thick smoke rising from the sky, the corpse oil flowing between the firewood...all of these things cannot be found in her eyes.

She only had the figure of a 12-year-old boy in her eyes.

Those shining wet eyes, the white teeth exposed in those slightly parted lips, that self-confident almost arrogant demeanor, so close yet so far away...

(End of this chapter)