Dressing in another world to be a brother

"Father! Father!" Ji Yuzhu nudged Ji's father's shoulder, seeing Ji's father opened his eyes in a daze, he was slightly relieved.

He hugged the weak Ji's father and sat up halfway, and stuffed two soft pillows behind his back one after another.

Ji's father gasped for a few moments, regained his strength, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to take the soup bowl from Ji Yuzhu's hand.

"I'll do it." Ji Yuzhu avoided his hand, handed the lukewarm ginseng soup to his mouth, and carefully fed him a few sips, "Okay, moisten your throat first. I have to drink porridge later. I can't afford it."

"Well," Ji's father smiled weakly, "I listen to my son."

This is what my father and father say every day.

Ji Yuzhu had a sore nose and almost burst into tears, so he blinked vigorously while putting the bowl down.When he raised his head again, there was no abnormality on his face.

"Father, Brother Yan came to see you today. But you fell asleep, and he left after sitting for a while."

"He's here again? He has a heart." Ji's father looked indifferent, "Boy, Mr. Jiang is not bad, but he is this kind of person," he panted, and Ji Yuzhu hurriedly reached out his hand to help him, and he gently Ge Kai continued, "This kind of person is not suitable for close friendship."

"Well, I can save it." Ji Yuzhu replied casually, just touching his father's fingers, it was cold, he hurriedly stuffed his hands into the quilt, and carefully pressed both sides firmly to prevent air leakage.

Ji's father saw his carelessness: "Son, Mr. Jiang has a complicated background——"

"Father, why do you say he has a complicated background?"

"It's just a conclusion drawn from his few words."

Ji Yuzhu put down his hands, sat up straight, and looked at him steadfastly: "Father, be honest, what does he have to do with your encounter with bandits? What exactly happened to you?"

Father Ji choked: "It shouldn't matter, it was an accident after all... It was just a coincidence that he saved me."

"Coincidentally? He is a person from the capital who happened to walk his horse to Qingping County, and also happened to walk to such a remote place as Jianwei Village? How do you know that it was a coincidence?" After a pause, "Don't tell me that you met bandits again. For so many years, I have never heard of bandits in Qingping County. What's more, this is not the first time you have gone to Jianwei Village to collect mountain goods."

Ji's father sighed: "Boy, it's not that I don't want to talk about it. We can't control this matter, and we can't control it. Your father," the voice choked up, "Father, I can't do it right now, I, I can't bring you trouble .”

"Father!" Ji Yuzhu's eyes were sore, he reached into the bed and held his hand, "You just confess to me. Otherwise, I will never get over this hurdle in my life. I will do nothing in the future, and I will keep checking everywhere. Tan, I try every means to avenge you every day."

Pan Liang's hands subconsciously grabbed Ji Yuzhu: "No way!" Thinking of this possibility and its consequences, Ji's father took a few short breaths, his face turned pale.

Ji Yuzhu was frightened, and quickly stroked his back: "Father, don't get excited, don't get excited, speak slowly, I'll listen."

"Boy, after I leave, you can move to the county." Ji's father took a breath and hurriedly ordered.

"Father," Ji Yuzhu's eyes were flushed, excited, "Who the hell is it, and why do I want to avoid it if it hurts the lives of my family?"

"Boy," Ji's father raised his hand to caress him, "Don't forget, wait for me... I will move to the county town for a few years, and if I have something to do, I will go to Jiang Ye. If I want to go back to the village, I will also go to Jiang Ye to ask for a favor." Accurate words. Do you know? Father and father are sorry for you.” Before the words fell, we shed tears, “We haven’t found you a good girl, we haven’t seen you get married and have children——” Seeing that, he began to breathe heavily .

"Father!" Ji Yuzhu hurriedly interrupted him, "Father, don't say such things, I won't ask, I won't ask anything. You will be fine! Be sure to be fine! Don't leave me behind!" His voice choked, "Don't leave me alone..."

Hearing this, Ji's father burst into tears, his lips quivered almost silently: "Son, father, father may not be able to support it anymore."

The wound on the abdomen that still cannot stop the pus and blood even after cutting off the carrion, repeated high fever, pain in all joints of the body, more coma than awake, can't drink porridge after two mouthfuls of ginseng soup... all of these, He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to know how long he wouldn't last.

Being able to support a seriously injured body to bring Ah Yue home, and being able to get along with Wazi for so many days, explaining the things that should be explained one by one.In this way, he was already very fortunate.

and……

"Father misses you..." Father Ji murmured.

Ji Yuzhu grabbed his hand, weeping uncontrollably.

That night, Ji Yuzhu, who had recovered from his emotions, softly coaxed Ji's father to finish drinking half a bowl of porridge.

Before going to bed, he woke up Ji's father who fell into a coma again, half-fed him and let him drink the ginseng soup before he heaved a sigh of relief

After returning from his father's accident, he has to take care of his father's funeral and take care of his seriously injured father.

The pain of bereavement, coupled with worrying about my father's body day and night, if he hadn't been half a hundred years old in two lifetimes, and his heart was strong enough, he would have been defeated long ago.

Even so, he was also physically and mentally exhausted.

After crying like this for a while today, the nerves that had been strained for a long time suddenly relaxed, and Ji Yuzhu, who was lying limp and resting beside her father's bed in his clothes, fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Ji's father on the bed endured the pain all over his body, turned over with difficulty, listened carefully to his gradually slowing breathing, stared at his thin figure in the faint candlelight specially left by Ji Yuzhu, his eyes were full of reluctantly.

A gust of wind drifted in through the panes with a crack open, making the candle flames slightly rippling.

The light flickered, and he seemed to see that familiar smile.

"Ah Yue, are you here to pick me up?"

"Ah Yue, I miss you so much..."

Ji Yuzhu suddenly woke up!

It was already bright outside the window.

Jiang Weiyan's door was faintly heard from outside the courtyard.

He quickly turned over and sat up.

Are you really too tired?He didn't hear anything from Father all night.

I don't know if Father is thirsty at night or something.

Looking towards the bed, Ji's father was lying on his side, facing limp, with a faint smile on his pale face.

Ever since my father came back from a serious injury, I have never seen him smile.

Ji Yuzhu's heart sank, he didn't care to put on his shoes, and rushed over.

Start cold!Apparently long since passed away.

"Father—" Ji Yuzhu mourned greatly.

Jiang Weiyan, who was outside the courtyard, felt that something was wrong when he heard the sound. He looked around, kicked to the base of the wall, jumped directly into the courtyard with his strength, and then went straight to Ji's father's bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ji Yuzhu kneeling beside the bed with bare feet, crying so much that his whole body was trembling.

Jiang Weiyan paused, walked slowly behind him, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, forcibly pulled him up, and put him on a chair beside him.

Looking left and right, he picked up the shoes before he collapsed, turned back and half knelt on the ground, lifted his white feet, and put on the shoes one by one.

In this April day, the jade feet between the palms are slightly cold.

In the pose of putting on his shoes, Jiang Weiyan raised his head and looked straight into Ji Yuzhu's red and swollen eyes: "Congratulations. Although there are no words to comfort you, I think what you need most now is to cheer up and send you off well." Father's last journey."

Ji Yuzhu was sobbing and choking, tears and snot falling down uncontrollably, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, he said vaguely: "Father doesn't want me anymore! Father doesn't want me either!"

I don't know whether to tell others or to tell myself.

"Ji Yuzhu!" Jiang Weiyan pinched his chin and shouted, "Calm down!"

The person on the opposite side didn't respond at all, and trembled so much that he couldn't help himself.

Jiang Weiyan had no choice but to let him vent.

After thinking about it, she kept squatting on the ground, straightened her upper body, hugged Ji Yuzhu Xuxu, and patted him on the back lightly.

Ji Yuzhu threw herself into his arms, like a drowning man catching his life, clutching his skirt tightly, crying loudly

Hot tears soaked through the thin clothes directly.

Jiang Weiyan paused, and continued with his hands: "Okay, okay, your father and father don't want to see you so sad."

"Cheer yourself up."

"Your father and father must still be watching you and caring about you."

"Don't you think you are a man, not a gentleman? You have to show the attitude of a man."

……

Ji Yuzhu, who had finally recovered, had red and swollen eyes. With the help of Jiang Weiyan, he bathed and scrubbed Ji's father, changed his clothes, tied his hair, and stuffed copper coins into his mouth.

It was less than half a month after Yin Ji's father's funeral, and Dr. Lin reminded him that everything was still in place.

Ji Yuzhu took out the plain cloth that he had prepared earlier, and covered Ji's father with sobs.

Even with Jiang Weiyan's help, it took a long time and the sun was already on his head.

Ji Yuzhu replaced it with a chopping scorpion, took out a white cloth strip and hung it up at the door, and then went to the side to inform Uncle Ji's family.

But Jiang Weiyan didn't need to wear mourning, and was wearing a dark short shirt, so he didn't need to change it.

Seeing Ji Yuzhu go out, he thought about it, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to tinker.

After a while, when he heard movement from outside the yard, he ran out of the kitchen and stood by the corner of the door. Taking advantage of the time when Auntie Ji, Uncle Ji and others were crying and pouring into the lobby, he grabbed Ji Yuzhu and dragged him in. In the kitchen, hand him a bowl of warm porridge with a semi-burnt, oily poached egg nestled in it.

Ji Yuzhu looked at the pot and found that he just reheated the leftover porridge from last night, but it was poached eggs...

With a forced smile, he pushed the big bowl away: "Brother Yan has a heart, I'm not hungry."

"No. Eat something even if you are not hungry. If you collapse, who will send your father's funeral?"

Ji Yuzhu knew he was telling the truth, pursed his lips, and took the bowl.

I stuffed a mouthful of porridge into my mouth, thinking that I drank porridge with my father last night, but today...

Tears couldn't help falling into the porridge again.

He sniffled, raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and gulped down the porridge.

Jiang Weiyan looked at him desperately forcing himself to stuff the porridge and rice, thinking of his face like a crown jade when they first met, and his slightly baby-fat cheeks, compared to the haggard and empty clothes he was wearing now, the sight There was a flash of distress that he hadn't even noticed.

Ji Yuzhu stuffed a bowl of porridge with a burnt poached egg, and wiped his mouth.

"Thank you Yan brother today. After all, it's a trivial matter. It's too much to ask you to help me so much because of your kindness. Just leave it to me. You should go back to the county seat early while the weather is still."

"It's nothing, people in the army don't pay attention to these things." Jiang Weiyan thought for a while, "Well, it's nothing anyway, I'd better stay and help."

It's pitiful to think about this empty house with only one person guarding it.

Ji Yuzhu pursed her lips, thinking how to refuse.

Jiang Weiyan waved his hand: "Okay, that's the decision. It saves you from feeling sorry for yourself and not even eating three meals."

Someone just happened to come, so the matter was tentatively decided.

It turned out that the folks saw the white hanging at the door and passed it on to the village chief.The village chief hurriedly led a few brothers from the clan, dressed in simple silk linen filial piety, to come to help.

Ji's surname is the common surname of Lishui Village, and Ji's father is of the same generation as the village head, and they are also senior in the clan.

When he passed away, many relatives in the village came to offer their condolences.

These few days, Ji Yuzhu alone is really too busy.

Arranging mourning halls, reporting funerals, offering condolences, encoffining, funerals, and burials.

When everything was over, Ji Yuzhu, who was supported by one breath, fell down.

I went through the funeral process twice in half a month.

Everyone has to fall.