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"Old Lin, from now on, you will have to take care of my three daughters-in-law."

Liu Dashan was lying on the hard bed, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breath was like a gossamer.

In front of the bed, three beautiful figures stand with their heads bowed. They are all of the most beautiful figures in the world.

Listening to the last words of his old friend Liu Dashan, Lin Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at his three daughters-in-law, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

The woman on the left is about twenty years old, wearing a plain white dress, with gentle and picturesque eyebrows. She is gently wiping Liu Dashan's chapped lips with a wet cloth.

She was the eldest daughter-in-law Su Xinyue, her movements were gentle, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.

The one in the middle is tall, dressed in black clothes, and has a face as cold as snow.

She just stood quietly, covering her lips and coughing lightly from time to time, and her pale cheeks became sickly flushed. This was Leng Qingxue, the second daughter-in-law.

The one on the far right is the youngest, about eighteen years old. She is wearing a light green skirt that cannot hide her slender figure.

She bit her lip to hold back tears, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with water. This was her third daughter-in-law, Shangguan Feiyan, who was agile but stubborn.

Lin Xiao sat on the edge of the bed and held his old friend's skinny wrist.

Lin Xiao has gray hair on his temples and wrinkles on his forehead like a knife. He only has a pair of eyes that occasionally flash a light that is inconsistent with his age.

A hoarse voice came out of Liu Dashan's throat, and his fingers suddenly tightened: "Old Lin, I... I feel like I can't do it anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Lao Liu, you will be fine." Lin Xiao's voice was calm, and he was deliberately hiding his sadness.

"My three sons..." Liu Dashan's eyes welled up with tears, "It's good that they are all gone... but on the road to Huangquan, the four of us... have company."

Three years ago, the county government sent these three beautiful female prisoners, saying that they would give the three sons of the Liu family as wives, on the condition that the three sons of the Liu family must join the army and guard the border.

On the night of the wedding, before the wedding candles were burned out, the gong for conscription knocked on the door.

This time, there was no news.

Until three days ago, the village chief delivered the death certificate on crutches. War smoke broke out in northern Xinjiang. The bones of three thousand soldiers were buried in the sand. The names of the three brothers of the Liu family were listed.

"Old Lin..." Liu Dashan's hand suddenly burst out with astonishing strength and he grabbed Lin Xiao tightly, "After I leave...the three of them...will be bullied..."

He glanced at his three daughters-in-law, full of reluctance and guilt.

"You are my...only friend..." Liu Dashan said every word as if he was depleting his life, "Take care of them for me..."

Lin Xiao was silent for a moment and nodded heavily: "Okay."

Liu Dashan opened his chapped lips and showed an ugly smile.

Immediately, his arms relaxed, his head tilted to one side, and there was no more sound.

"Dad——!"

Su Xinyue was the first to kneel on the ground, her cries were suppressed and broken.

Shangguan Feiyan threw herself in front of the bed, clutching Liu Dashan's still warm hand and burst into tears.

Crying, Shangguan Feiyan suddenly raised his head and stared at Lin Xiao with tearful eyes: "Dad, you can't leave us to this old guy. There are rumors in the village that he is an old scum who specializes in peeking on the widow's wall!"

Leng Qingxue is a typical sister-protecting maniac.

She stared at Lin Xiao with cold eyes, equally hostile to Lin Xiao.

"Feiyan, Qingxue, please stop being rude!" Su Xinyue stood up quickly, with tears still hanging on her face, but her voice had the dignity of a sister-in-law.

She turned to Lin Xiao and curtsied: "Uncle Lin, don't blame Feiyan for being ignorant. We are all weak women. I'm sorry to trouble you about my father's funeral."

Lin Xiao reached out and gently closed his old friend's eyes.

"I will take care of the funeral affairs. You can express my condolences." Lin Xiao said in a heavy tone.

In fact, the reason why Shangguan Feiyan is biased against Lin Xiao cannot be entirely blamed on her.

This summer, Lin Xiao went hunting in the mountains and accidentally bumped into Feiyan and Qingxue bathing in the lake, causing a big misunderstanding.

Later, Feiyan had always been disgusted with Lin Xiao, and there were some rumors in the village, so that she would always take a detour when they met.

Fortunately, the eldest daughter-in-law Su Xinyue knows the general situation and takes the overall situation into consideration.

If Lin Xiao hadn't had a decades-long friendship with Liu Dashan, he really wouldn't want to meddle in other people's affairs.

In the evening, Lin Xiao bought a thin coffin from the white shop at the east end of the village.

This coffin cost Lin Xiao twenty taels of silver. In this year of famine, two taels was already a year's ration for an ordinary family.

The owner of the shop, Old Zhao Tou, couldn't help but said: "Old Lin, you are kind and righteous. It's worth it for Liu Dashan to have you as a friend in his life."

The mourning hall was quickly erected.

Three white lanterns lit up in the dusk, and the ashes of paper money swirled in the wind.

The villagers came one after another, put down a few eggs and half a bag of brown rice, said a few words of comfort and left in a hurry. In troubled times, sadness is a luxury.

Su Xinyue, dressed in plain clothes, knelt in front of the soul and burned paper.

The firelight reflected her pale face, making her even more poignant.

Shangguan Feiyan's eyes were red and swollen, and he mechanically added paper to the brazier.

Leng Qingxue stood quietly by the door, scanning everyone who came in and out with vigilant eyes.

She coughed a few times and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. There was a faint dark red color on the handkerchief.

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