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The crowing of roosters rose and fell, and the sky was already dimly lit. A refreshing chill gradually seeped into the house from outside the main door.
Liu Xiuzhen walked to the entrance and closed the door again.
"I can't attend class at this time; I'll take a leave for the next few days! Tomorrow I'll go to school and adjust my classes with other teachers for these days," Lin Wenhui said.
"Adjusting classes is fine, but you can't go to the hospital with us. You need to stay in the village to handle things," Qing Shusheng replied, pulling a set of keys from his pocket and handing them to Lin Wenhui as he began to wash his feet.
Liu Xiuzhen hurried into the kitchen, scooping a large ladle of hot water and pouring it into Qing Shusheng's foot basin.
"This is An Bingwen's house key. Take it and tidy up his place first. When An Bingwen returns, he will definitely want to enter his home first; this is also Cui Fen's intention."
Lin Wenhui took the key from Qing Shusheng's hand, nodded, and let out a choked sound.
Qing Shusheng was originally a serious person, somewhat rough and indifferent. He rarely spoke with emotion, even in extremely sorrowful atmospheres; others could not perceive any change in his emotions. Even in moments of great joy, he remained calm and reticent.
He was not someone who easily stirred emotions or inspired feelings in others.
However, just now, when he spoke that line in his usual flat tone, everyone in the room suddenly felt a stirring, profoundly sorrowful emotion spreading throughout the space.
People in the room began to choke up, wipe their tears, and sigh.
Liu Xiuzhen looked at everyone with a confused expression.
She knew that An Bingwen had passed away, but she didn't understand why everyone was suddenly so sorrowful. People in the village often died, didn't they? Moreover, An Bingwen had been ill for a long time and had rarely gone out in recent years. Everyone had basically grown indifferent to him and understood that his death was only a matter of time.
Therefore, Liu Xiuzhen felt little sadness in her heart; she merely gazed blankly at the sorrowful faces around her.
"Are you still going?" she asked Qing Shusheng in a dazed manner.
"If I don't go, will you?" Qing Shusheng turned around and coldly asked Liu Xiuzhen.
Liu Xiuzhen mumbled something and fell silent. She picked up Qing Shusheng's foot basin and walked to the door, then with a loud splash, she poured the water onto the stone path in the yard.
"Teacher Lin, you can head back now! We'll go to the hospital soon. Please take care of things at home," Qing Shusheng said as he dried his feet and put on his shoes.
"Okay." Lin Wenhui tucked the keys into his pocket and left for home.
As soon as Lin Wenhui stepped out, Qing Shusheng left with several young people as well.
Quietly returning home, Lin Wenhui didn't turn on any lights; it was dark as he sat alone in the living room.
Hearing the noise, Zhi Lan realized Lin Wenhui had returned and quietly got out of bed, wrapping herself in a robe.
Standing behind Lin Wenhui, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Zhi Lan said nothing and did not ask any questions.
Lin Wenhui turned to look at Zhi Lan, reaching out to hold the hand that was resting on her shoulder, smiling lightly.
"Regardless, we must live well!" Lin Wenhui said, patting the back of Zhi Lan's hand.
"Mm." Zhi Lan wrapped her arms around Lin Wenhui's waist, resting her head against Lin Wenhui's back.
"Let's go to sleep!" Lin Wenhui said. "An Bingwen will be back tomorrow morning, and there will definitely be a lot to arrange in the next few days. Once it gets light, I'll head to school to sort out the classes for these days."
"Mm." Zhi Lan replied, "Shaw Min and Lin Xi are sleeping in our bed, so you should go sleep in Xiao Xi's room for a while!"
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