The Sands of the Great Lang's Legacy [System]

Mistress took a kerosene lamp and asked Shen Zhibei to carry it. The dim yellow light was winding along the path.There are few people in the country at night, and it is dark everywhere, because the villagers don't light candles, which costs money, and they have nothing to do at night.Moving a table and chairs to sit at the door drinking tea and chatting under the moonlight is already enjoyable.

Walking on the road, Shen Zhibei greeted people from time to time, and those people cheerfully called him "Xiao Bei", but when he was far away, he began to gossip about things that didn't matter to them.Shen Zhibei's ears have been relatively sensitive since he was a child, they thought he couldn't hear, but in fact he just pretended it didn't matter.

In this water village, his greatest attachment probably comes from his parents.

He shook his head, throwing everything he heard on the road, which he had done since he was 13 years old.Back home, he was that Shen Zhibei who knew no worries.

Back home, Shen Zhibei was sunk deep under the blanket, his eyes were dazed and empty.He's only 17 years old, and he's experienced things that many people haven't experienced.

At the beginning, before Shen Zhibei's mother passed away, her face was pale and her eyes were dull, but she still shed tears tirelessly, like a spring that would not dry up.

"Xiao Bei, your father left you 200 taels, and it's in that jar." 13-year-old Shen Zhibei turned to look at the jar. He married Kaifeng.So, was that the money his father saved for him...

Shen Zhibei looked at his mother, "Mother, I don't want it, you don't want to go, okay?"

"Xiaobei...I'm sorry..."

"Mom, I'm very sensible, don't go."

"Mother knows... my Xiaobei is very sensible, so mother can rest assured... cough cough!" He saw his mother cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Xiao Bei, I'm sorry." His mother's hand was next to his, and it slipped down quietly and weakly.

"Pa-ta!" A bean-sized teardrop flowed from Shen Zhibei's eyes.He wiped it off in a daze, and calmly told the village chief and the teacher.

The next day, the village head came forward, Mr. Zhong bought a thin coffin with money, and buried his mother and father together.Several men yelled and lifted the coffin, and gently put it into the dug hole, with another thin coffin next to it.The falling sound was not loud, but it stirred up thousands of dust in Shen Zhibei's heart.

When they raised dust to bury the coffin, Shen Zhibei suddenly burst into tears.

"Teacher! Teacher, I should buy a better coffin for my mother!" Shen Zhibei cried and ran to stop them.Some people in the village had red eyes and some had expressionless faces, Shen Zhibei didn't know.All he knew was that it was underground, his mother was so gentle and afraid of the dark, and the coffin was too thin.

Mrs. Zhong cried and hugged Shen Zhibei, "My child, good child."

Shen Zhibei never cried from his father's death to his mother's death, and everyone in Jianshui Village said he was heartless.Who knows, at this moment, he will cry as if he has lost his soul.

"Master! My mother is afraid of the dark..." Shen Zhibei's tears wet Mrs. Zhong's shoulders.

"Good boy, your father is with you, no." Mrs. Zhong closed her eyes and hugged the helpless child tightly.

Everyone in Jianshui Village dispersed, and the village head stood by without saying a word.Logically speaking, he is the village chief, so he should arrange for the child, but...

Mr. Zhong hadn't spoken since the beginning of the funeral. When Shen Zhibei was crying, he trembled and didn't speak.At this moment, he walked up to the village chief, looked at the handsome and clean young man weeping silently, turned his back to the village chief and said, "Village chief, I'll take care of Xiaobei."

The village head was a little embarrassed, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed to the respected old gentleman and left.

Old Mr. Zhong squatted down and looked directly at Shen Zhibei, "Stinky boy, go home with the teacher."

Shen Zhibei looked up at the grey-haired and smiling old man in front of him, he let go of Mrs. Zhong, and threw himself into his arms.Mr. Zhong picked him up, the 13-year-old was already a little heavy, and Mr. Zhong was not in his prime.He staggered when he stood up, Mrs. Zhong looked at him worriedly, and he shook his head.

Shen Zhibei raised his head and struggled, "Teacher, let me down." His voice was hoarse.

Old Mr. Zhong didn't listen, "Why, do you dislike the old teacher?"

Shen Zhibei shook his head, "I want to go home and visit you tomorrow." The tears were not dry, but he had already calmed down.

Mr. Zhong and the old lady were stunned at the same time, but Shen Zhibei was a very assertive young man. From the time his father passed away to this time, everyone had seen it.Sometimes, the villagers even felt that Shen Zhibei was not a 13-year-old boy, but compared to his peers, he was frighteningly mature.

Old Mr. Zhong put down Shen Zhibei, and Shen Zhibei respectfully saluted Mrs. Zhong as a student, and then walked away with red eyes at a steady pace.If one ignores his tight back and clenched fists, everyone will think that he is not so sad.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, and followed him after a while.At that time, the Shen family was still living in the village, and they were neighbors with A Feng's family.Seeing Shen Zhibei enter the door, he calmly washed his face with water.Both of them sighed, and reluctantly raised their feet and walked home.At the door of the house, I met A Feng who was going to the county to do some business.

A Feng was travel-laden and bowed to Mr. Zhong, "Why are you worried, Mister?"

Mr. Zhong couldn't say it, but Mrs. Zhong spoke up.

A Feng's face was full of surprise and worry, "When I left, although my aunt was not in good health, she would not be..."

"Hey, there is nothing more sad than death."

"What about Xiao Bei? How about Xiao Bei?" He is seven or eight years older than Xiao Bei, and has always regarded Xiao Bei as his younger brother. Now...

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zhong couldn't help worrying, "That kid is a stickler. He just cried to death, and then said goodbye to us calmly. I'm really worried that he will do something stupid."

A Feng frowned, "Sir, Madam, don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaobei." After saying that, he took his leave and left with big strides.

Mr. Zhong watched Ah Feng's leaving steps, sighed and entered the room.

After Ah Feng went back, he didn't care about changing clothes and resting, he leaned on the wall and looked into Shen Zhibei's room, but he didn't see it.Ah Feng was worried, so he climbed over the wall carefully, peeked into the room secretly, and saw Shen Zhibei sitting motionless.After a long time, there was no movement, and it was inconvenient for him to disturb.

After a long time, it was dark.He saw Shen Zhibei lit a candle, lay down on the bed, wept silently at first, and then let out a suppressed cry, as if thinking of something that touched him, he began to cry loudly, with endless grievances.

There are only him and the Shen family in the vicinity, the others are far away, and Shen Zhibei's cry cannot be heard.

When A Feng heard Shen Zhibei's cry, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He climbed over the wall to go home, just in time to see the pregnant daughter-in-law walking out of the house worriedly.

"Xiaobei, he..." It was obvious that he heard crying.

"It should be fine, just cry." Looking at the brightly lit room, he thought to himself, that Xiaobei in the afternoon made people more worried.

The next day, before Shen Zhibei went to Mr. Zhong, A Feng went there first and told them what happened yesterday.

"It's better to cry, you shouldn't do something stupid."

On the contrary, Mr. Zhong was even more worried, lighting a candle... the love is deep and lifeless.

Seeing his worried look, Mrs. Zhong pushed him, "What do you think?" She couldn't guess the meaning behind these actions.

Old Mr. Zhong patted Ah Feng on the shoulder, "Good boy, Xiaobei will definitely not do stupid things, but... let's take care of him more in the future." Although the love is deep, but at least he survived.

A Feng promised that he had always regarded Xiao Bei as his younger brother, and he never forgot the help Uncle Shen and Aunt Shen had given him when his mother passed away.

After Ah Feng left, Mr. Zhong pondered for a while, then hurried back to his study and wrote a letter.Mrs. Zhong saw it, and silently caught the pigeon.

After releasing the pigeons, Shen Zhibei came, his headband was still white, and he hadn't picked it off since his father passed away.

His eye sockets were red, there was still water vapor in his eyes, they were slightly swollen, and his voice was hoarse.Even so, he still maintained Shen Zhibei's calmness.

"Teacher, I've made up my mind. I can live alone." He touched the hot tea his wife gave him, it was very warm.

Old Mr. Zhong frowned, and was interrupted by Shen Zhibei just as he was about to speak.

"Teacher, I will still study hard, and I won't waste it. I... my father left me a lot of money, and I plan to use the money to do some small business."

Mr. Zhong looked at the 13-year-old boy, even though he was about to be crushed, he still had a firm back, "Son, you don't need to be so strong."

Mrs. Zhong also looked at him silently.

Shen Zhibei trembled unconsciously, more moisture gathered in his eyes.But he smiled, as sunny and bright as before.But Mr. Zhong felt extremely ugly.

"Teacher, there is no way to teach students not to be strong." After finishing speaking, he said quickly, as if he was afraid of being rejected, "Teacher, it's settled like this. A teacher has a teacher's life, and there is no reason for me to break it."

He gritted his teeth, afraid that he might cry accidentally.

He walked to the door, "Teacher, don't worry, I will be fine."

Old Mr. Zhong watched him go out in silence, and when he reached the door, he suddenly yelled: "You brat! I'll give you two days off, come to class on time in two days!"

Shen Zhibei didn't look back, but just waved his hands, "Teacher, don't worry."

After speaking, he disappeared into the morning light.He was very strong half a year ago, but now he is slender and thin.

The sun is golden and the sun is warm, but Mr. Zhong feels infinitely sad.

This child...why is it so reassuring?

Why is it so annoying?

Mrs. Zhong was beside him, holding his hand, "I believe in Xiaobei."

He is a good boy, and he will have a happy life.

The author has something to say: This chapter is about killing memories...God's perspective, so...don't worry about too many details haha~

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Explain what Mr. Zhong said about his deep love and lifelessness.

If Shen Zhibei really let his feelings out, he wouldn't light a candle.A person who truly releases his emotions needs a safe and self-contained environment, and darkness is the best environment.He lit the candle mainly because this is what a normal person would do at this time, and he didn't want people to notice or worry about him.It's too normal to be normal.

——Well, this is actually my state when I am sad. I will feel much better if I shut myself up in a dark and confined space and cry loudly.

There is no psychological basis~ It is entirely the author's personal life experience.