The Rebirth of Miss Xin Er

Chapter 180

She told her parents that the old man beside her was the younger brother of her master Liang Haoyun, who was also an expert and academician she studied with in Beijing.During these years of studying with him, she has benefited a lot, gained a lot of knowledge, and gained a lot of insights.

She told her parents how much she missed them.Whenever she sees other people's families getting together for a reunion, she misses her family very much.I miss the spicy dishes made by my mother, the nonsensical jokes made by my father, and the scene of the whole family having a lively meal around the dining table.

At the same time, she also told the news about the master's death, and asked Dad Xin to help arrange the burial.

After that, Xin Er returned to the courtyard of the master's house again, because he had not been popular for a long time, and he looked lifeless.The iron gate of the yard is also full of rust, and a layer of soft iron foam has rotted away.In the yard, there is a lack of well-cared-for green plants, some withered and withered, and the remaining stubborn ones grow wantonly like weeds.

She pushed the door open with a "creak", and the air convection made the dust rush towards her face with a musty smell that choked her throat.Xin Er held his breath and stepped into the door, seeing that the familiar furnishings in the room were covered with a thick layer of dust, showing signs of decay.She saw the master's favorite grand master's chair, which was no longer glamorous, and was left dusty in the corner as if it was still waiting for the master's blessing.On the tea table, the white porcelain jade pot that the master plays with the most is also covered with a thick layer of dust, making it gloomy and overcast.

She came to the study room where the master always stayed, and saw a few pieces of his calligraphy practice treasures left on the mahogany table case, each with strong and powerful traditional characters, showing the carefree mood he had when he was writing.Finally, she could no longer restrain the sourness and sadness in her heart, hugged the yellowed rice paper used by the master, and burst into tears.

Those truths that cannot be told to her parents, and the truest emotions in her heart that cannot be expressed to her uncle, only here, with her most respected teacher, can she dare to vent boldly!All the grievances, sadness, resentment, helplessness, and depression gathered together and tightened up. Reminiscing about the past, finally exploded the G-spot.

In the dusty old courtyard, a woman's weeping cry, hissing and sobbing could be faintly heard, which was moving.

Meiyuan Cemetery, a location with a good view halfway up the mountain, is a grave that Liang Haoyun once chose for his deceased wife.Now, this has also become his final resting place.

It turned out that when he arranged for his wife's funeral, he also arranged for a future life for himself early on. He made a double acupoint and erected a white monument.Xin Er didn't know how to describe this feeling, but the tip of his nose was sour.

The only ones who came to see Liang Haoyun off today were Xin Er, Liang Xinghui, Father Xin, and the gravekeepers from the Meiyuan Cemetery.

The process of putting the coffin into the tomb was very simple. Dad Xin helped the grave guard clean up the weeds around the grave. The grave guard knocked open the hole and put the urn into the hole, covering the urn with a piece of red cloth , Then ask them to hold a pinch of loess and sprinkle it on, and then scatter some yellow paper ingots before starting to close the acupoint.

The tomb guards also asked them to paint the white stele.Xin Er held the vermilion red ink, devoutly picked up the pen and blended the color on the carved dark groove.Every stroke carries her thoughts and blessings to her master. "The tomb of the first teacher Liang Haoyun, in 2004 AD, a young student Xin Erli." She looked at the bright red letters, and finally couldn't help shedding tears.

Changing the face of the white monument symbolizes the creation of something from nothing, the end of life and a new beginning, and represents the last blessing for the dead who went to another world.May he live a wonderful life in another world.

In the end, Xin Er knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times before getting up and going down the mountain under the persuasion of Father Xin and Liang Xinghui.She looked back at the tombstone frequently, her heart heavy and full of melancholy.Liang Xinghui stood in front of the tomb and said a few words to his senior brother, and followed Xin Er and the others down the mountain.

Seeing that they had reached the foot of the mountain, the tomb guards fired three cannons.The dead are like this, and the living are dead.Don't worry about it, you can follow your heart.

For several days afterwards, Xin Er was very depressed.She often sits in the small yard of the master's house, tidying up the green plants by herself, and sweeping the dust one by one.She locked herself in this small courtyard and didn't want anyone to disturb her.None of Xin's father, Xin's mother, Liang Xinghui, and Xin Yaozi bothered her.She has thought a lot and done a lot by herself.Understand that life cannot only be immersed in the past, but must move forward.

She made an oath to herself, like her master, she promised that she would become an excellent doctor and would not be passive.

Another day, Liang Xinghui asked her if she wanted to work in the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.Xin Er thought for a day and agreed.

The next day, she called Brother Xiaojun and Xin Yaozi, and handed over half of the real estate and real estate in her hands to her.

A week later, Xin Er boarded the passenger plane to Beijing again, and promised his parents that he would come back to visit him often, so that he would never lose contact and never hear from him again.

The next day, Xin Er officially came to the hospital to report and became the youngest doctor in the department.

(End of this chapter)