He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 334 Don’t cry
Sheng Yingchun hummed and held out her hand: "There is still paper in the room."

Song Ziyan took her hand obediently and went into the house together.

Jiang Lin looked at Miao Yonghuai beside him and asked, "You're not going?"

Miao Yonghuai sniffed and asked, "Master, can you lend me some money?"

"silver?"

"Yes!" Miao Yonghuai said, "Dad used to love flying kites with me, but he can't do it now. So, I want to buy one for him."

After a pause, he quickly said, "I will return the money to you!"

Jiang Lin finally understood why he didn't follow Song Ziyan to pick white flowers. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll take you to buy some later."

Miao Yonghuai nodded repeatedly, standing beside Jiang Lin with his head held high, and he didn't look too sad.

When Sheng Yingchun came out of the house with Song Ziyan holding white flowers, Miao Yonghuai saw that Song Ziyan's eyes were red and he hummed.

"How can a man cry so easily? You're like a woman!"

There have been quite a few military attachés here recently, and I obviously learned this from them.

Song Ziyan wiped his eyes and said stubbornly, "Who is a woman? I'm not crying!"

Miao Yonghuai was about to say something, but when he saw Sheng Yingchun glancing at him, he immediately shrank his neck and remained silent.

Regardless of whether she is a sissy or not, this girl is really good at beating people up.

Afterwards, Jiang Lin and Tian Daheng led the three children out of the blacksmith camp.

I first took Miao Yonghuai to buy a kite. Tian Daheng also prepared paper money, incense, candles, offerings and the like.

Seeing Jiang Lin, everyone hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Master."

Jiang Lin nodded slightly: "Let's go when you are ready."

Everyone responded and followed the team forward.

The journey was not short, so Jiang Lin could have arrived first, but since the others hadn't arrived yet, there was no point in him going alone, so he simply followed the main group.

It took nearly two days to reach Caiyang County.

All the members who were sitting in the watchtowers nearby who were able to arrive had arrived, and only a few stayed behind to guard the place.

As for their families, some left here to make a living elsewhere, but most of them still live nearby.

It's not easy to live in this world, only by gathering together can we feel more relaxed.

Everyone saluted Jiang Lin one by one, and the mothers of Miao Yonghuai and Song Ziyan both ran over quickly.

"Mom!" Song Ziyan happily hugged his mother: "I miss you so much!"

"Mom misses you too. Come here and let me see if you have grown taller."

Several relatives came over to look at him. Song Ziyan was already pretty, but now he looked more like a little girl with slightly red cheeks. "Maybe he's grown a little taller."

Miao Yonghuai, standing next to him, held his head high and stretched out his elbows with a proud look on his face, showing off his curvy muscles: "Not only have I grown taller, look at this meat, it's so firm! Master is very kind to us, and Grandpa Wei also treats us with red meat every day. I'm getting sick of it!"

His boastful tone, coupled with his much stronger physique and the fifth-grade martial arts cultivation that amazed many people, made the woman beside him burst into tears. She walked up to Jiang Lin and knelt down.

"Thank you, Lord Jiang, for your kindness. I am willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of my life."

Jiang Lin quickly helped her up and said solemnly: "This is my job, sister-in-law, there is no need to do this."

Tian Daheng also came over and said, "When the Lord founded Zuowang Tower, he said that future generations should be protected from worries. Miao Pu died for Zuowang Tower, so Zuowang Tower will naturally take care of his affairs."

Miao Yonghuai followed up, "Yes, mother, I will also practice martial arts with Master, and when I become the best in the world, I will help Master fight! I will fight whoever he tells me to fight, just like Dad!"

The woman felt better, patted her son's head, and said, "Just remember your kindness."

Tian Daheng turned around and looked around, clapped his hands, and shouted, "It's getting late, let's pay our respects first."

There are special people guarding the cemetery and the weeds are cleared away completely.

Under Jiang Lin's leadership, everyone placed incense, candles and offerings, then lit the incense sticks and worshiped together.

Afterwards, each family member paid homage individually.

Song Ziyan took his mother and placed the white flowers in front of the grave together.

"Dad, I folded this myself. Does it look good? Sister Yingchun taught me."

"Master made me a double-edged sword, and I practiced swinging it every day."

"My son has already reached the fifth level of martial arts cultivation. He is almost catching up with his father."

After talking for a while, Song Ziyan couldn't go on, and his face was already covered with tear marks.

He fell to his knees in front of the grave and cried out, "Dad..."

He was not the only one crying. Many people were filled with grief and sobbing.

In the crowd, Sheng Yingchun was holding white flowers in her hands, feeling a little at a loss.

In front of her was the grave of her adoptive parents. After putting it down, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Unlike other families, the adoptive parents did not have surviving relatives, so during this worship ceremony, Sheng Yingchun was the only lonely figure in front of the grave.

She turned to look at the crying Song Ziyan, then looked at other people, and then turned back.

He blinked hard several times, as if trying to squeeze out tears, but no matter what he did, no tears came out.

This made her anxious. Why couldn't she cry? She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and slapped them hard from time to time, as if she wanted to smash her eyes.

Jiang Lin noticed something was wrong, walked over, held her arm, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Yingchun looked up at him. The area around her eyes was red and swollen. She was anxious: "Master... I, I can't cry."

Seeing the girl reaching out to rub her eyes again, Jiang Lin held her arm again and said, "It's okay if you can't cry."

"But everyone else is crying." Sheng Yingchun said.

Jiang Lin was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I once met a man whose wife died in a car accident. His children, parents-in-law, relatives and friends all cried bitterly at the funeral, but he never shed a single tear."

Sheng Yingchun looked at him, quietly waiting for what happened next.

Jiang Lin said: "He is just like you, he doesn't understand why he can't cry. So he is very upset and in pain, and he has to rely on destroying things to vent his emotions. But it is useless, even if he sets his own house on fire."

"He thought it was because he didn't love his wife." Jiang Lin paused, then asked, "Do you love your parents?"

Sheng Yingchun turned her head and looked at the two graves in a daze. She didn't understand what love was, nor did she know whether she loved or not.

Jiang Lin's voice came to my ears: "Until one day, he came to the beach with others. Looking at the vast ocean, he suddenly remembered that his wife also loved the sea. Until this moment, he suddenly burst into tears, hysterical, and in great pain."

"It's not that he didn't love his wife, it's just that she left so suddenly that he didn't know what to do. Maybe one day when you see something related to them, you will finally cry like this man."

"Something?" Sheng Yingchun turned to look at him, still confused: "What is it?"

"I don't know." Jiang Lin shook his head, then raised his hand and patted her stiff shoulders: "In short, don't force yourself to do anything. Many things may just not be done yet."

Looking at the girl's confused eyes, Jiang Lin knew that she didn't understand yet.

But it doesn't matter, one day, she will understand.

Miao Yonghuai, who was on the other side, glanced at Song Ziyan who was crying with the woman, and snorted again: "I said Song Ziyan is a woman, she only knows how to cry, not a man at all."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The woman next to him quickly pulled him away.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Only a real man won't shed tears!" Miao Yonghuai said as he tied the newly bought kite to the small tree in front of the grave.

Then he clapped his hands, took a few steps back, and nodded seriously: "Dad, I picked this myself, and I borrowed money from Master to buy it. Doesn't it look good? It's a pity that there is no wind today, otherwise I could show it to you."

The kite lay quietly in front of the grave, unmoved.

At the woman's invitation, Miao Yonghuai came over, took a shovel and added new soil, while talking about the training he had received in the blacksmith camp, the improvement of his skills, getting along with others, etc.

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the kite moving out of the corner of his eye.

Turning around, I saw the kite, without any wind blowing, swaying silently in front of the grave.

Miao Yonghuai was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked to the side. The paper money didn't move, only the kite was floating up.

He swallowed his saliva and said to the woman next to him: "Mom, look at that kite..."

The woman turned her head and was also stunned. She hesitated and said, "Maybe it's just a coincidence."

As it spoke, the kite fell down and became silent.

Miao Yonghuai walked to the side with a shovel, looked at the kite, and then looked at the grave.

An idea popped into my head: "If it really has something to do with my father, it will definitely fly."

At this moment, the kite suddenly took off without wind, swaying up to the air, and swaying in the air under the pull of the silk thread.

Miao Yonghuai was stunned, the woman was also stunned, and even the other people around were all looking at the kite rising into the sky without wind with astonishment on their faces.

How can a kite fly without wind?
At this time, Miao Yonghuai's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Dad, is that you? It must be you, right?"

His voice sounded somewhat excited. Everyone turned around and saw Miao Yonghuai waving vigorously at the kite in the sky.

"Did you see that? My dad made the kite fly! Isn't he awesome?"

The young man showed off proudly, and even Sheng Yingchun couldn't help but stare at the kite in a trance.

Do people really have souls after they die?

"Mom, my dad is here! He must be watching me!" Miao Yonghuai shouted to the woman again.

The woman nodded, looked at Zhiyuan with tears in her eyes, and murmured, "Master..."

Miao Yonghuai jumped and shouted.

He was showing off, and everyone could hear it.

As he shouted, a hint of crying began to form in his voice.

Sheng Yingchun turned her head and saw that Miao Yonghuai, who always said that he was a real man and would never cry even if he died, had already started to cry.

When a teardrop falls, it is like a flood that can never be stopped.

He suddenly ran to the small tree and pulled the silk thread hard, as if to pull the kite down.

The woman was shocked and hurried to stop him: "What are you doing?"

Miao Yonghuai burst into tears and pulled the silk thread even harder: "I want my dad to fly a kite with me!"

The woman's eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying. She hugged her son and cried bitterly.

(End of this chapter)