CH 28.2

Chapter 28: Pity (2) Original translation is from tenderflower's blog.

He picked her up with both hands, patted her back gently, and coaxed her softly.

Shu Lan leaned against her father’s shoulder as if she had found the most powerful support, and slowly calmed down.

Carried the coffin, went up the mountain, buried, filled the soil, and buried the tombstone...

Shu Lan leaned beside her older sister and watched all this silently, tears flowed out and would be wiped away by her older sister.

When everyone dispersed, only Xiao Lang was kneeling, and the five members of the Shu family were left in front of the grave.

Qin-shi and her husband looked at each other. They took Shu Lan aside, squatted in front of her, and asked her softly: “Ah Lan, are you sad that Uncle Xiao is gone?”

Shu Lan nodded and big tears rolled down.

Qin-shi wiped it off for her, “Even you are so sad, then Ah Lang must be more sad.”

Shu Lan was stunned and then she looked at the figure who had been kneeling. Yes, that was his father. If her father died... no, her father would not die! Shu Lan refused to think about it because it was just a thought, and she couldn’t stand it with sadness.

“Good Ah Lan, your older brother Wolf has not eaten for two days. Mother is going home to cook now. You coax him. Your older brother Wolf has always loved you the most. If you comfort him, he will be better. You can take him to our house for dinner, okay?”

Shu Lan was a little afraid to stay with Xiao Lang, but she looked at her mother’s red and swollen eyes, and then looked at Xiao Lang’s lonely back. She thought the two people he loved had left him and he was the only one left in this world. Shu Lan thought he was pitiful and nodded.

Qin-shi rewarded her with a kiss. She said something to Xiao Lang and then the three of them went down the mountain. She knew Xiao Lang was a sensible child. Even if he didn’t go home, he wouldn’t be able to bear letting her daughter go down the mountain alone or let her stay with him for a night.

The breeze was gentle and the distant horizon was a gorgeous sunset. Looking at the brilliant light, Xiao Lang’s back became more desolate.

Shu Lan walked over step by step and knelt down beside Xiao Lang. She peeped at him and saw him staring at the tomb as if he didn’t know she was next to him. After a while, she moved to the opposite side of him because she was short and looked up to meet his lowered gaze.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer the deep and icy cold that made her deeply fearful, but blank and empty. The so-called lost soul was probably like this.

“Older brother Wolf, don’t be sad, go home with me for dinner?” Shu Lan tentatively stretched out her hand and put it on Xiao Lang’s hand, but she didn’t expect to encounter an ice-cold touch, which made her shrink back immediately. How could this be? She remembered his hands were always warm!

The moment she retracted her hand, Shu Lan noticed Xiao Lang’s arm seemed to move.

This time, she stretched out her hands, wrapped Xiao Lang’s hand inside, and muttered to herself, “Are you cold? Then I’ll keep you warm.” In winter, every time she came in from outside, her older sister would warm her with her warm hands.

Xiao Lang didn’t move. Shu Lan didn’t care about him. She covered this hand and went to hold the other one. When she thought it was almost enough, she looked up to see Xiao Lang’s reaction and was surprised to find that he was looking at her. There was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Shu Lan instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Xiao Lang held it back. He said in a hoarse voice, “Ah Lan, I’m thirsty...”

Thirsty? Shu Lan couldn’t help looking at his lips. Seeing the dryness there, she couldn’t help swallowing. She lowered her head and said: “Then let’s go home. There is water at home...”

“But I want to drink it now.” He whispered, staring at her full lips.

“There is no water here...”

Shu Lan raised her head in confusion. Before she could finish speaking, a pair of dry lips covered her lips, eagerly reaching into her mouth, and sucking frantically.

“Uuu...” She struggled in resistance but was pressed tightly against his chest by his arms. He knelt, and she knelt, but she was so much shorter than him, and could only be imprisoned by him to bear his demands. He was really thirsty. He couldn’t wait to hold her lips, grab her tongue, and snatch all the sweetness that belonged to her.

When Shu Lan thought this time would be the same as the last time, he would not stop until she couldn’t breathe, but Xiao Lang backed away. His arms were still tightly wrapped around her, but he gently rubbed her forehead with his forehead, and his warm breath tickled her face.

Shu Lan opened her eyes curiously.

The two of them were too close. She couldn’t see Xiao Lang at all. She only knew his eyes were closed. She couldn’t help moving her gaze downward. Now, she seemed to see two tears dripping down, and Shu Lan quickly determined Xiao Lang was really crying because the tears fell on her lips, and they were salty.

“Ah Lan, now I only have you...”

There was a faint whisper like a sigh that entered her ears.

Shu Lan was stunned for a moment and not quite understanding what he meant. Just as she was about to ask, Xiao Lang suddenly stood up, took her hand, and said: “Ah Lan, let’s go home.”

The dead couldn’t be resurrected. He understood this truth better than anyone else.

To live was to look forward.

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Why are you doing this to us, author!! I can’t stop my tears