“Your husband, my master has died.”
“Until the young master reaches adulthood, the master’s divine legacy will be inherited and kept by you.”
Mi August had just come back from a medical visit. Before he put down the surgical toolbox in his hand, the housekeeper slapped him in the face and said, “Mourning”.
After listening, she placed the toolbox first, put her hands into the copper basin on the washstand to wash, and asked calmly: “Has the body been recovered? How long will it take to return it? Have all relatives at home been notified?” Okay? How many people are coming for the funeral? If there are not enough rooms at home, you need to discuss with the villagers to stay overnight. I have seen a place with a nice view in the backyard. ”
Taking his hands out of the basin, Mi August took the handkerchief next to him to dry his hands, then took the homemade moisturizing cream from the small grid and spread it gently on his hands, not sparing any corners.
The hands of a top doctor are just as important as those of a top musician.
“It just so happened that I went to see a doctor at Uncle Wu’s house today. All four men in his family came back. I spent some money to invite them to dig a cemetery, and then asked Mr. Liu at the end of the village to carve a monument. Although the old man is old, his body is still strong. , the craftsmanship is also good.”
Her scalpel was customized by Mr. Liu.
After not hearing the butler speak for a long time, Mi August looked at him.
The butler finally came back to his senses and responded: “The master’s body will be sacrificed to heaven and will not be left behind in the earthly world. He has no relatives and friends, so there is no need to go through the funeral process in the earthly world.”
Mi August agreed, “Then we won’t do it. It just so happens that the money is planned to be used by Feixue to attend private school.”
Speaking of Feixue, Mi August remembered asking the housekeeper, “Did Feixue have a good meal today?”
The housekeeper said: “I’ve finished eating. Now I’m practicing calligraphy in the study.”
Mi August took out a candied fruit paper package from the inner pocket of his wide sleeve and gave it to the housekeeper, “Send it to Feixue and tell her not to finish it all at once.”
After the housekeeper took it, he handed the small wooden box that he had been carrying in his hand to Mi August, “This is the master’s divine legacy.”
“Yes.” Mi August said calmly: “I will keep it well and give it to Feixue when she reaches adulthood.”
Mi August had no feelings for her husband, whom she had never met half a year after she traveled through time, and she didn’t want to pretend to be in front of the housekeeper.
After the housekeeper left, Mi August summarized the experience of today’s medical visit regularly, then went to wash up and change into light and comfortable clothes. When he returned to the house and was about to turn on the light to read at night, he saw the wooden box on the table.
A relic of her titular ‘husband’.
Maybe there will be moldy things like clothes in it, or maybe some money will be left for orphans and widowers to live in the future?
Mi August walked over to open the box, but found no clothes or money.
What’s inside is clear at a glance.
A book, a copper mask and a token.
Mi August first took out the token that most likely represented his identity. When he looked at it, he found incomprehensible words. There was no way to estimate his identity. The other is a copper mask, which looks heavy but feels light when you hold it. I’m afraid the workmanship materials are cut corners. It’s not real copper but has a layer of cheap paint.