Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 141 What is death?

Two days came in a blink of an eye.

On the eve of departure, no one was sleepy and kept their eyes open waiting for dawn.

I don't know if the weather is about to change, but it is late at night, but it seems like dawn is about to break. The skylight shines in through the window screen, and the hazy outline of the furnishings in the room comes into view.

Bai Mingwei also couldn't sleep at night, so he quietly got up to visit Xiao Chuanyi.

When she opened the door and came in, she saw a brazier in front of the bed and Cheng Bi was sleeping beside the bed.

Just as I was about to tuck little Chuanyi into bed, I found that the child under the quilt was trembling all over.

Bai Ming slightly opened the quilt and met a pair of infinitely clear eyes, looking at her momentarily: "Auntie."

Bai Mingwei sat by the bed and asked, "Chuanyi, why aren't you sleeping?"

Xiao Chuanyi blinked: "I can't sleep."

Bai Mingwei was silent for a moment and then asked, "Why?"

Xiao Chuanyi showed an expression befitting his age: "Auntie, I'm scared."

Bai Mingwei held his hand: "You can tell Auntie anything."

Xiao Chuanyi broke away from Bai Mingwei's hand and turned his back to Bai Mingwei.

After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Auntie, after death, the body will slowly decay and eventually turn into white bones."

"Do you think father is dead? When Chuanyi picked up his bones, would they break as soon as he picked them up?"

Although Xiao Chuanyi's voice was calm, it was filled with suppressed sobs.

Bai Ming slightly stretched out his hand and squeezed it slowly.

For a moment, Bai Mingwei was silent.

She didn't know how to answer this child's question.

It has been nearly two months since my father, uncle, and brother were killed in battle.

Even if the cold temperature and dryness in the Yin Valley were exposed to the corpse wilderness for such a long time, the skin on the hands and feet should have fallen off.

Tomorrow they will dig out the bones of their loved ones from the pile of [-] corpses.

Although they are not afraid and are ready.

But they ignored that Chuanyi was just a child under four years old.

It was extremely cruel to let him see the tragedy of Yao Cheng's war. Will he have to face such cruel things tomorrow?

How derelict was my aunt that she realized this problem at this time?
After waiting for a long time for Bai Mingwei's response, little Chuanyi spoke again: "Auntie, Chuanyi shouldn't ask such a question. Chuanyi is not good."

"Chuanyi will be brave. No matter what he sees tomorrow, Chuanyi will face it bravely, because Chuanyi has already made up his mind to be a strong child."

Those words made Bai Mingwei's heart feel like a knife.

She lay down next to Xiao Chuanyi and hugged him with the quilt.

Feeling the constant trembling of the child in his arms, Bai Ming explained the meaning of death in a slightly mute voice: "Chuanyi, my aunt doesn't know what she will encounter tomorrow, so she can't explain it to you."

"But what my aunt wants to tell you is that the cycle of life is like this. In this world, any life will go from budding to vigorous, and finally slowly grow old and wither."

"Just like the pond of white lotus in our yard, buds will emerge from the mud in spring, flowers will bloom in summer, slowly wither in autumn, and rot in winter." "Auntie believes that people's Life is like this lotus pond: birth, growth, old age, and death, so if the father you see tomorrow is rotten, then he is in the winter of the lotus."

"But it is said that after the lotus withers and turns into soil, it will provide nutrients for the next year's germination. When the time is up, new shoots will quietly grow out."

"After our relatives go through this series of stages, they will definitely return to the world in another form and add a touch of fragrance to the world."

"In this way, we will have double or even multiple times the beauty, such as the memories of the past and the beauty of the lotus when it blooms again."

Xiao Chuanyi was silent for a while, and then asked: "The lotus withered and sprouted again, and the next year it will still be full of fragrance. After my father turns into soil, when he appears in another form, will he still be the father who loves Chuanyi?"

Bai Mingwei held his hand and said seriously: "No, this is another meaning of human life. You only have one life, and you will never have it again if you lose it."

"But my aunt believes that no matter what your father becomes, no matter whether you know each other when you meet again one day, he will be the person who can bring you happiness and happiness."

Little Chuanyi choked up and said: "Auntie, you are always so honest, why don't you lie to Chuanyi?"

Bai Mingwei said: "Because what my little Chuanyi wants is not to coax, but to understand all the truth and still have the courage to face it."

"So my aunt will tell you the truth as much as possible, and then face it bravely with you, so that when something happens, my little Chuanyi will not be alone and unprepared to deal with it in a panic."

Little Chuanyi quietly wiped away his tears, and then said firmly: "Auntie, many of the books Chuanyi is reading now are ideas that have been handed down for thousands of years."

"So Chuanyi believes that the way people live is not necessarily limited to that precious and limited life."

"Even if my father's body decays, his love for Chuanyi and my mother will still exist forever, just like those spirits that will last forever."

"Chuanyi will always remember that Chuanyi once had a very good father. He could teach Chuanyi how to read and write, and he would also care and love Chuanyi."

"Although dad is not like the white lotus pond in the house, waiting for the buds to sprout again next spring, dad will always be in Chuanyi's heart."

"Just like Chuanyi has always remembered that the lotus flowers bloomed beautifully and brilliantly this summer, Chuanyi will always remember the kindness of his father."

Bai Mingwei put little Chuanyi into his arms and hugged her tightly: "Chuanyi is right. Although farewell will make us sad, there are some beautiful things that we will always remember."

"Precisely because life is only once and so precious, we must respect life more in the future, not only cherish ourselves, but also face every life."

Little Chuanyi turned around and hugged Bai Mingwei: "Auntie, you are such a good master. Everything you taught Chuanyi is extremely precious to Chuanyi."

Bai Mingwei hugged Chuanyi: "You are not only my aunt's relative, but also my aunt's support. Whenever my aunt feels that she can't hold on any longer, she will think of my strong little Chuanyi."

"Then my aunt will burst out with strength again, so spreading the message is important, valuable and indispensable."

Little Chuanyi hugged Bai Mingwei tightly, and tears rolled down her eyes: "Auntie, Chuanyi is very happy to be able to help auntie. Chuanyi will work harder and share more burdens for auntie."

Bai Mingwei patted his back: "Then, we have agreed that no matter what we see in Yinshan tomorrow, we must be strong."

"It's okay to shed tears. It's okay to cry uncontrollably. What's important is that we must have the courage to overcome sadness after crying."

"Be brave and strong to face everything, and then face the future actively and hard. Auntie will supervise you!"

Xiao Chuanyi said softly "Hmm".

Liu Yao walked out of the back room cursing: "Are you going to let me sleep with you? You're making so much noise at night!"

After scolding, Liu Yao wrapped himself in a quilt and slammed the door.

It seems that they deliberately left enough space for the aunt and nephew.

Cheng Bi had also woken up a long time ago, silently adding charcoal to the fire, and then sat aside without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)