Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

After Xiaohe left, the atmosphere at the Mu residence became much quieter.

The once cheerful Xiao Lü has become increasingly fond of spacing out by herself. The elderly woman, now in her twilight years, remains motionless, staring blankly at a certain spot in the mansion.

She would occasionally say that she had seen Xiaohe. Sometimes there was nothing there, sometimes it might just be a butterfly that flew into her room, and sometimes she would point to the empty bed and say that Xiaohe was right next to her.

If anything unusual happened in the manor, Xiao Lü would always tell her that Xiao He had come back to see her.

There are indeed ghosts in the world, but the conditions for their birth are extremely harsh, often involving very extreme and terrible circumstances.

Little Green knew nothing of these things; she only knew the wonderful stories the monks and Taoists who came to the mansion had told her.

Mu An didn't know how to persuade her, so she could only respond in a way that went along with her wishes.

Having something to look forward to is better than being sad day and night.

From the day Xiao Lü was born, Xiao He has been by her side.

These two sisters clung to each other as children, and were later bought by Mu Ping to take care of Mu An.

The two never separated throughout their lives, accompanying each other for over a hundred years. Mu An couldn't even explain how deep their feelings were.

He could only watch and stay by her side, trying his best to make Xiao Lü's mood a little better.

Compared to Xiaohe, Xiaolü's thoughts are much more complicated, and Mu'an sometimes doesn't know what she's thinking.

As for Mu Ling'er, she insisted on burying Xiao He in the mansion. When she had nothing to do, she would often sit alone in front of the grave, either talking non-stop or silently lost in thought.

She and Xiaohe argued and bickered their whole lives, and it wasn't until the very last moment that she heard Xiaohe express her love in the most direct way.

When she was little, Xiao He would chase her all over the yard. At that time, Mu Ling'er didn't like Xiao He because Xiao He would scold her and beat her fiercely.

Although others might see Xiao He as just a scare tactic, in Mu Ling'er's eyes when she was a child, Xiao He was associated with a fierce and evil spirit.

As she grew up, Mu Ling'er gradually came to understand what had happened when she was a child. She no longer distanced herself from Xiao He, but she was also unwilling to get too close to her, because many things had become habits, and because Xiao He would still nag her from time to time.

Even though Mu Ling'er herself knew that this was not good, a habit is a habit and it is hard to change.

In comparison, Xiao Lü, who always protected her, and Mu An, who was always gentle and kind, made her even happier.

Mu Ling'er spent most of her life disliking Xiao He, ignoring her, and arguing with her quite a bit.

She always felt that she had grown up and was no longer the little child who needed Xiaohe to discipline her.

All of these factors make it rare for Mu Ling'er to say things like "I like you" to Xiao He directly, even though she has said these words countless times to Xiao Lü and Mu An.

Xiaohe, however, almost never heard of it.

But now, sitting in front of the grave, Mu Ling'er desperately hoped that Xiao He would continue to murmur to her, saying anything, as long as she wanted to talk, she would listen...

Even the slightest sound would be appreciated.

……

It took Mu Ling'er almost three months to gradually regain her composure.

Apart from talking a little less and drinking more, he doesn't seem to be much different from before.

She still processes Qishan Road's official documents every day, and still talks and chats with Xiao Lü every day.

Sometimes she would pull Mu An along, and other times she would push Mu An aside and whisper something to Xiao Lü.

Mu An saw all this but said nothing, only occasionally drinking with Mu Ling'er.

Xiaohe didn't have many belongings; most of them were wood carvings.

There are mostly people, but also some other small items.

The most common group was their family of four. Xiao He carved many pieces, and the wood carvings became more and more vivid as they progressed.

If you put the wood carvings together in a row, you can clearly feel the progress in her carving skills.

The largest wood carving is a huge model that replicates the entire Mu Mansion, complete with mountains, water, and many tiny figures.

The four people sat in the pavilion surrounded by flowing water, their faces beaming with smiles.

It took Xiaohe two years to complete the entire model.

On the day it was finished, she excitedly pulled the three of them together to admire it, her joy impossible to hide.

Now, this model has become one of Mu Ling'er and Xiao Lü's favorite places to stay.

They would often stare at the model in a daze, as if looking at the model would allow them to see Xiaohe's figure.

……

Time is the fairest thing; it will not stop for anyone's joys or sorrows.

A year passes in the blink of an eye; summer goes and autumn comes, winter goes and spring comes.

The peach blossoms on the mountain become more and more beautiful year after year, attracting countless tourists to enjoy the flowers with their families.

In the season when flowers bloom, the three of them sat under the tree, watching the petals fall and the butterflies flutter.

Mu An had asked Xiao Lü many times if she had any wishes she wanted to fulfill. Xiao Lü would always smile and gesture for Mu An to come closer to her.

Whenever Mu An gets close, she picks up a comb and carefully grooms Mu An's hair, over and over again.

Even if the hair itself is neat and tidy, without a single messy spot.

Once, when Mu Ling'er wasn't around, Xiao Lü was tidying Mu An's hair while reminiscing about the past.

"When you were little, young master, you were good at everything, except you never took care of your hair properly. No matter how many times I told you, you wouldn't listen, and you even wanted to cut your hair short..."

That won't do. You're not a monk; your hair naturally has to be long. I have no choice but to keep an eye on you, young master, and comb it for you again and again...

After all, the young master has been so sensible since he was a child; how could he bear to scold you?

Xiao Lü's expression softened further, as if she were lost in memories of the past.

"In my memory, the young master was always very well-behaved, so well-behaved that he didn't seem like a child, but occasionally he would do some things that made people worry."

There were a few times when you came home covered in bruises, which terrified me. I asked you about it, but you wouldn't say anything. It took me a long time to find out that you had gotten into a fight with some thugs in the city..."

Mu An lowered her head, letting Xiao Lü mess up her hair.

"Kids will fight, won't they? Even a glance between them can become a reason to fight."

Xiao Lü paused slightly as she fiddled with her hair, a subtle smile appearing in her eyes.

"Young Master, you've never fought for this reason before."

"Hmm? Is that so? I don't remember very well." Mu An chose to lie without hesitation.

Xiao Lü smiled but didn't expose Mu An's lie. "Maybe the young master has been in too many fights and has forgotten about it."

"Are there that many?" Mu An asked softly, tilting her head back slightly.

"Yes, when he was young, the young master always disapproved of all sorts of things, stood up for many people, and got into many fights for them."

"Ha... I think I vaguely remember, but it's been so long, so long that I can't remember anymore..."

As he said this, Mu An narrowed his eyes, looking quite pleased with Xiao Lü combing his hair.

Xiao Lü didn't argue, but gently pulled Mu An back so that his head could rest on her lap.

Her young master has lied a lot since he was a child, both in the past and now, but she has never exposed him.

It's good to be confused sometimes.

The two looked into each other's eyes, their expressions full of smiles.

"Young Master, can you grant me a request?" Xiao Lü asked with a smile, as if she was certain that Mu An would agree.

"Okay, whatever you want, it's fine." Mu An didn't want to spoil her mood and agreed without hesitation.

"How is the young master's memory?"

"That's excellent."

"Then I hope that young master will always remember us, remember the things we experienced together, and remember all the wonderful feelings we had when we were together."

Xiao Lü's voice grew softer and softer. She placed her hands on Mu An's cheeks and gently stroked them, as if she had returned to Mu An's childhood.

One second, two seconds...

It took two or three minutes before Mu An solemnly agreed.

"Yes, I will never forget you, never and ever."

Xiao Lü smiled happily, her eyes narrowing into slits. She stroked Mu An's cheeks again and again, murmuring incessantly.

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Petals drifted in the breeze and landed lightly on the two of them.

"Young Master, I will also do my best to fulfill this promise."

"Um?"

Looking at Mu An, who seemed slightly confused, Xiao Lü smiled even more happily.

She picked up a piece of pastry and fed it to Mu An, her voice incredibly gentle.

"It's nothing, young master will understand in time. Now, please repeat our agreement again."

Looking at Xiao Lü's serious face, Mu An chuckled and had no choice but to repeat what she had just said.

"I promise you, forever..."

Before Mu An could finish speaking, a whole piece of pastry blocked her lips, silencing her.

Seeing Mu An's puzzled look, Xiao Lü suddenly patted him lightly on the head.

"That's good... If one day in the future this memory becomes a burden for you, young master, please don't hesitate to decisively shed it and pursue what you want..."

His voice suddenly softened, filled with obvious anticipation.

"Of course, if possible, we would like to hope that young master will not forget..."

"Little Green, you..."

……

In the autumn of the fifth year of Ningtai, on an ordinary afternoon, Xiao Lü quietly passed away.

I fell asleep while lying down.

Decades later, Mu An shed tears without even realizing it.

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