C991 Farewell

"Qing Feng, ahem... I have a favor to ask of you." The old man looked at Qing Feng with his lifeless eyes. He couldn't see anything, but he was sure that Qing Feng was there.

"Uncle Tian, if you need me to do anything, just tell me." Seeing the old man suddenly asking for his help, Qing Feng felt bitter in his heart. He knew that the old man didn't have much time left. Perhaps every word he said would be his last words.

Therefore, when he heard that the old man needed him to do something, he didn't refuse at all.

"Cough... You have been in the Rain Woman Village for ten years, so you should also understand that there are not many people in our village who are willing to stay anymore. Back then, Zi Lan's parents had also left a long time ago. Now that my old bones are about to die, I don't want Zi Lan to continue to stay in this small village. " The old man said to Qing Feng.

Hearing the old man say this, Qing Feng actually understood that he wanted him to bring Zi Lan out of this lonely village.

"Grandpa! You will be fine. Zi Lan, don't leave you." Zi Lan thought that the old man did not want her anymore, so she said anxiously.

"Zi Lan, be good. Now that Zi Lan is a big girl, you shouldn't continue to stay in this small village." The old man lovingly touched Zi Lan's head and said.

"I don't want to, I don't want to leave." Zi Lan kept shaking her head.

Qing Feng, who was at the side, did not say anything. He looked at the old man who was about to die, and finally nodded his head.

"Can Qing Feng do it?" The old man asked again.

"Yes," Qing Feng answered.

The old man revealed a gratified smile after getting Qing Feng's answer.

"I'm relieved to leave Zi Lan to you. That's good, that's good ..." The old man seemed to be very happy, and as he spoke, his arm lost its strength and fell down.

The old man's head was also lowered, and the last bit of candle flame in his life had completely burnt out.

"Grandfather!" After Zi Lan discovered the old man's condition, she let out a mournful cry.

On the other hand, Qing Feng could not bear to look at her. He turned his head to look at Zi Lan's sad expression, but his eyes were also slightly moist.

Having forgotten his past and lived here for ten years, Qing Feng had long since treated this place as his home. Zi Lan was his sister, and the old man was his father.

If he could, he would rather not remember his past for the rest of his life than take Zi Lan away from here. But this was the old man's last wish, and Qing Feng would not go against it.

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After the old man left, Zi Lan continued to hug the old man's corpse and cry, and Qing Feng did not stop Zi Lan. This kind of thing could only be done by Zi Lan herself, and no one else could do it.

Zi Lan did not stop crying until the evening. She walked out of the tent without saying a word and sat outside, hugging her legs, looking stubbornly at the lake in the village.

Because she had been crying for the entire day, her eyes were extremely swollen and even her voice had become a little hoarse.

When Qing Feng saw this, he sighed.

He wanted Zi Lan to be alone in silence, so he carried the old man's corpse out of the tent, dug out a grave beside the lake, and buried the old man.

He did not erect a tombstone for the old man, because the conditions in the village were so simple and crude. There was only a mound of soil to prove that someone had been buried here.

Qing Feng stood silently in front of the old man's grave for a while, then turned around and walked towards Zi Lan.

At this moment, Zi Lan was still sitting outside the tent. She saw Qing Feng burying her grandfather, but she did not say a word or help. She just quietly watched.

Only when Qing Feng arrived by her side did she pounce on him. She was like an injured kitten, wanting to seek comfort and hide in Qing Feng's arms.

Qing Feng lovingly looked at Zi Lan who was in his arms and gently patted her back. Zi Lan's breathing slowly calmed down and finally fell asleep in Qing Feng's arms.

After a day, it was a heavy blow to a girl to face the departure of her family. Qing Feng could understand Zi Lan's current mood. After all, Zi Lan was still a child in his eyes.

He did not disturb Zi Lan, but carried her into the tent and placed her on the bed that still had the warmth of an old man.

Perhaps it was because there was still the scent of someone on the bed, Zi Lan's sleeping expression relaxed a little, and she started to relax, as if she was snuggling in her grandfather's arms.

Qing Feng looked at Zi Lan. He just sat by the side of the bed without doing anything else and just quietly guarded Zi Lan.

As the night slowly fell, a sense of tranquility spontaneously arose. Qing Feng seemed to be tireless as he stayed by Zi Lan's bedside, not going to sleep.

"Sigh!" Qing Feng sighed lightly, then turned around and walked out of the tent, standing outside the tent alone.

For the past ten years, he had always stayed here. He could not recall anything about his past. Every time he tried to recall, he would feel a severe pain in his head.

Therefore, he had long since given up on his desire to find out his true identity. He had already merged himself into the life here and thought that he would never leave this place in the future. If it wasn't for the old man's request before he died, he wouldn't have thought of leaving, let alone taking Zi Lan with him.

The outside world might be strange to him, but he might have come from the outside, and he didn't know if he would remember who he really was when he got out, so he couldn't get over it.

He looked at the calm lake quietly. Time passed slowly until the sun rose in the east.

Qing Feng had been standing outside for an entire night.

"Brother Qing Feng!" Zi Lan's voice came from the tent. It was a little hoarse, and when she woke up, she found that she was a little anxious to not see Qing Feng, so she walked out of the tent and saw Qing Feng standing outside the tent.

"You're awake." When Qing Feng heard Zi Lan's voice, he turned his head with a trace of exhaustion on his face.

Seeing Qing Feng like this, Zi Lan's nose started to turn sour, and she threw herself into Qing Feng's arms.

The night had passed, and Zi Lan's emotions had already calmed down a lot. The parting of family members was the most hurtful, but people always had to look forward. Zi Lan also knew this principle, and now she only had Qing Feng as her only relative.

"Go and wash your face first. I'll go cook today." Qing Feng patted Zi Lan's head and said.

Then, he walked into the tent. Zi Lan looked at Qing Feng's back and was stunned for a moment, but she still obeyed his words and went to wash up.

Very quickly, Qing Feng finished preparing the meal. There were only a few side dishes. Although they were simple and crude, they were still delicious.

The two of them sat at the dining table and started to eat. They did not say a word, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

The two of them didn't mention anything about the old man anymore. They seemed to want to bury the matter in the bottom of their hearts.