Zhan Zhumen

Chapter 651

In the meditation room, the siblings are copying scriptures.

"Sister, look, this is the scripture I copied for my mother."

Huo Xi took a look at the scriptures and nodded: "It's well written, and my mother will be very happy to receive it."

Huo Nian was praised by his sister, so he pursed his lips with a smile.The two siblings sat back on the futon and copied the scriptures.

After a while, Zhang Mao also ran over, saying that he would also copy scriptures for his aunt.

Huo Xi didn't ask him why he didn't stay in the mourning hall. This child is not very old, but he already looks forbearing and steady.

So the three siblings quietly copied the scriptures behind closed doors in the incense courtyard far away from the mourning hall in Lingyun Temple.

Wu's spirit was only suspended for seven days, and he was buried in the Zhang family's ancestral tomb.

On the day of the burial, Huo Xi and Huo Nian didn't go.Zhang Mao looked at his brother and sister, but they didn't go either.

Zhang Fu didn't go either.

I don't know if it's because husband and wife can't bury each other, or something else.He pushed open the door of the Fragrant House and saw three children in the house, "Let's walk with father."

Huo Xi took Huo Nian and Zhang Mao out with him.

At this time, Meihua Mountain is full of green and the scenery is pleasant.But the father and son had no intention of watching.

Zhang Fu didn't know how to speak, he hesitated.Walked a few more steps, stood still, looked at the three children beside her, and finally said: "Now that she has passed away, all grievances and grievances are over, you..."

He looked at the two sons, who were still young and looked confused, and then looked at the daughter, wondering if she could understand his painstaking efforts.

Huo Xi looked at him, "The Wu family is the Wu family, Zhang Biyao and Zhang Xie won't discuss it with her."

Zhang Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's good that you can understand father's painstaking efforts."

Seeing his expression of relief, Huo Xi thought for a while, and said: "You hope that your children will live in harmony, but you should also know the grievances between us and the Wu family. Nian'er and Mao'er don't even know that they are relatives. What does your mother look like?"

Nian'er and Zhang Mao bowed their heads.

Huo Xi glanced at them, and continued: "This knot will always be there. I'm afraid we don't want to mention it anymore, and Zhang Xie and Bi Yao will also hate us. This knot may not be easy to untie."

"All these fathers know. Now my father only hopes that you are all well. Your mother is gone, but you still have a father. If you have any problems, you can come to your father first and let him solve it, okay?"

Zhang Fu couldn't help watching his sons and daughters get along badly and kill each other.Even if siblings are not blind, don't fight each other.Otherwise, how would he bear it.

He looked at the three children one by one.

Huo Nian and Zhang Mao looked up at him and nodded to him, Huo Xi also nodded under his gaze.

Zhang Fu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Huo Nian saw that although he was smiling, but there was pain on his face, he felt sad.He went forward and took his big hand.

When Zhang Mao saw it, he followed his elder brother's example and stepped forward to hold his other hand.

Zhang Fu looked down at his two sons, and this time he really smiled in relief.

Pulling the two sons to walk ahead slowly, talking softly to the two sons, and looking back at her daughter-in-law from time to time to see if she followed.

"Does Maoer want to learn martial arts?"

Zhang Mao nodded fiercely: "Mao Er thinks so. But my brother's master said that I can't learn hard kung fu, I can only learn some self-defense and light kung fu."

Zhang Mao was very sorry.

He also wants to learn martial arts well like his elder brother, and will follow his father to fight the enemy in the future.His father was a general, and his elder brother wanted to be a general in the future, too.

Zhang Fu also knew that his physical foundation was not good, and practicing hard kung fu might hurt his body.He comforted: "There are not only generals in the army, but also many civilian soldiers. For example, being a powerful military adviser can command thousands of troops."

Zhang Mao's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he became excited: "Then Maoer also learned the art of war with my brother! I will be a great military advisor in the future, and Maoer will be my brother's military advisor!"

"Okay! We brothers are of one mind, and our benefits will cut through gold!"

The two brothers' fists were clenched tightly together.

When Zhang Mao was young, when he didn't know his own life path, a word from his father showed him the way.

There is no dog in the general family, he will follow his elder brother, inherit the ambition of his father and grandfather, and win glory for the family on the battlefield in the future!
Zhang Fu looked at his two sons with great relief, and his heart was full of pride and ambition.

This is his son, his blood!
But he remained calm in front of his children, and encouraged Zhang Mao: "Okay, my son has ambition. From now on, he needs to be more diligent, get up early to practice, and learn some self-defense skills, so that he can protect himself on the battlefield in the future. "

Zhang Mao nodded heavily: "Well, from now on, I will practice with my brother every morning. My brother's master said he can teach me. My sister also said that she will send me to the academy in a few days!"

Zhang Mao's voice was full of joy.

Zhang Fu turned his head to look at his niece, and he felt indescribable emotions welling up in his heart.

Turning around quickly, he said to his son: "Then Maoer will listen to your elder brothers and sisters from now on, and study hard after entering the academy. Don't waste your time. A powerful military adviser is full of knowledge and knowledge."

"Well. I will listen to my brother and sister!"

Zhang Mao was very happy.

After his brothers and sisters returned home, he became more and more happy. He no longer had to eat bland meals alone, and someone took care of him. He could also learn martial arts and studies, and he could often see his father.

very nice.

Zhang Mao looked up at his father, his eyes filled with joy.

The next day, Zhang Fu accompanied Huo Xi and Huo Nian to the ancestral grave.

Going to the ancestral grave is not to pay homage to the Wu family, but to erect a new monument for the Li family.

Now on Li's new stele, the names of filial sons and daughters are newly engraved, "Zhang Yuzhong, Zhang Yuning" are impressively listed.

Huo Xi stared at the new stele steadily, his eyes moist.

The mother is no longer alone, she also has children, and in the future there will be grandchildren, great-grandchildren, to continue her incense.At four o'clock and eight festivals, there will be incense sticks for children and grandchildren.

She is no longer a lonely soul.

Thinking of those years when I didn’t dare to go to my mother’s grave, I could only worship from afar, I remembered that year when my mother looked into her frightened eyes and stopped struggling in front of her...

Huo Xi couldn't help crying, and couldn't stop crying in front of his mother's grave.

Depressed and painful.

She couldn't do anything back then, and made her mother wait for ten years. It took so long to avenge her and erect a new monument.

She still can't do anything about the instigator.I can't help but feel sad.

Huo Nian was also very sad, but he couldn't understand the pain that Huo Xi felt helplessly watching his mother die in front of his eyes, so he could only kneel and cry with his sister.

Zhang Fu saw his daughter crying uncontrollably, depressed and in pain, his heart was pierced like a knife.

Thinking of what she said in his ear when he was unconscious... What kind of pain must it be for his daughter to watch his mother die in front of him.It was difficult for her to survive these years.

It was all his fault. He trusted his family wholeheartedly, which made him lose his beloved, and made his daughter live in pain all these years.

Zhang Mao, who followed him, found his aunt's grave, and cried for a while, but he didn't cry for long, and ran back to his brothers and sisters.

Kneel down to kowtow to the aunt, and kneel behind the elder sister on one side with the elder brother.

Accompanying her, silently comforting her.

The mountain wind blows slightly, rolling up the incense ash and swirling, accompanied by the whimpering sound of the wind, it gradually goes away.

(End of this chapter)