Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Chapter 207 It doesn’t matter, Erya will give you warmth. While Yuyan was accompanying the girl, Er Yuehong was not idle either.

He wanted to prepare the funeral for his girl himself.

By the way... prepare your own.

Sitting on the armchair in the study, holding a brush in hand.

This was where he first taught Arya to write, and also where he wrote to her for the last time.

Arya:

Seeing your letter is like seeing you in person, and your face is filled with joy.

I always feel guilty about this. As your father, I beg for your forgiveness even when I do something imperfect. I express my deepest gratitude to my mother, who could not bear the loss, so I leave this letter with her to be buried with her. This letter, which I left for you after I began teaching you to read, can be said to have a beginning and an end.

I really don't know what I'm doing, but I'm being arrogant. Yet, I always send you off with a jolly good-humor, hoping you'll finally soar into the heavens and earth. Do you blame your father?

I grieve over the loss of my ancestors. Since they are now in the underworld, your mother and I have been neighbors, and there is no one left alone in the underworld. When I am gone, you should remember yourself and do what you want. Don't compromise yourself.

Life is a fleeting dream within a dream, and worldly affairs are like the wind within the wind. Ten thousand bamboos stand in the silence, and a thousand volumes of ancient books are to be thoroughly understood.

Fortunately, everyone is doing well, which is enough to tell me my thoughts. The spring is still cold, so take good care of yourself.

I wrote this in a hurry and can’t say everything I want to say. The paper is short but the feelings are deep, and I can’t express my reluctance.

February Red.

Putting down the brush, Er Yuehong carefully folded it and put it into the envelope.

Er Yuehong sealed the letter with wax and placed it in the drawer of the desk.

On the day when Yatou closed her eyes completely, Yuyan went to buy the sour plums that Yatou said she often ate when she was pregnant with Yuyan.

My mother hasn't been able to eat anything for a long time and rarely has an appetite.

Yuyan excitedly pushed open the door, "Mom, I'm back!"

No one in the house answered her.

Er Yuehong was lying on the recliner that had been moved next to the bed to make it easier to take care of the girl.

The hand full of wrinkles and age spots held the girl's hand tightly.

Have a smile on your face.

"Dad? I bought the sour plums that Mom wanted to eat."

Yuyan walked into the room as usual, turned around and closed the door.

Mother is not in good health and cannot be exposed to cold wind.

Take the sour plums to the high stool next to the bed.

Yuyan took out another blanket from the closet and covered Er Yuehong with it.

"Dad, it's still a little cold in the spring. You have to cover yourself with a blanket even when you take a nap."

Yuyan's fingertips accidentally touched Er Yuehong's frozen body, and she just smiled.

"See, I told you it was cold."

After saying that, Yuyan took Er Yuehong's free hand and placed it next to her face.

"It's okay, Erya will keep you warm."

Yuyan knelt beside Er Yuehong's chair, gently placed her head on his knees, facing the girl.

Treat it with care, as if it were a fragile item.

"Mom, I want to eat crab roe noodles."

"When you're better, let's go crabbing together, okay?"

"It's okay, Mom will just watch, Dad and I will go catch it."

"father……"

"mother……"

Yuyan slept the whole night with her head resting on Er Yuehong's knees.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, sank into her hair, and dripped onto the robe Er Yuehong was wearing.

How could Yuyan, such a smart person, not know that Er Yuehong and Yatou had passed away?

I just don't want to believe it.

The next day was a sunny day.

But the sunlight was not very warm, and when it shone on Yuyan, it even made her feel cold all over.

Because she had maintained the same posture all night, Yuyan's whole body felt numb and sore.

The sour plums on the bedside table were still the same as before.

Yuyan rubbed her face against Er Yuehong's palm. It was so cold.

It was even colder than walking on a snowy mountain and bowing her head with every step.

It was even colder than the lake she had encountered when she came out of the Zhang family's ancient building.

Yuyan did not stand up and still maintained that posture.

He looked at the girl with empty eyes.

I don't know how long it was before the door was pushed open.

Qi Tiezui walked quickly into the room.

Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi were also standing outside.

The two of them knew what was happening inside just by looking from a distance.

The despair and sadness emanating from Yuyan filled the entire room.

Qi Tiezui felt sad and distressed, and wanted to pull Yuyan away, but he couldn't.

Seeing Yuyan's lifeless appearance, Qi Tiezui finally hardened his heart and slapped Yuyan in the face.

"Er Ya! Wake up! The dead cannot be resurrected. How sad would the Second Master and his wife be to see you like this?"

Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi outside the door watched Qi Tiezui slap him and resisted the urge to stop him.

Someone must come and wake Yuyan up.

Yuyan turned her head mechanically, staring at Qi Tiezui with empty and numb eyes.

"Uncle Eight, is the meaning of my life just to watch you guys keep dying?"

Qi Tiezui squatted down and touched the place where Yuyan had just been hit.

"No, the meaning of your life is to continue enjoying the world on our behalf."

He knew that Yuyan had deep feelings for them.

It was indeed cruel for Yuyan to witness or even preside over their funerals with her own hands.

but.

"Go to the study and take a look. The Second Master left something for you."

Qi Tiezui helped Yuyan stand up.

Yuyan didn't stand firmly the first time and almost fell back.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi acted quickly and rushed over to support Yuyan.

Otherwise, Qi Tiezui's old bones would have been broken as well.

Yuyan pushed away the two people's hands, and walked towards the study, limping with her hand on the wall.

Looking at Yuyan's back, Qi Tiezui turned around and looked at Er Yuehong and the girl's tightly clasped hands.

shook his head.

Erye's life can be said to be complete and without regrets.

Yuyan pushed open the door of the study, and in a trance, the scene of Er Yuehong sitting at the desk practicing calligraphy appeared in front of her eyes.

Seeing him look up, he nodded lightly at Yuyan, "I'm coming."

Yuyan even took very light steps, for fear of disturbing the illusion.

But after walking to the desk, the illusion disappeared.

He reached out and stroked the desk, from the brush to the inkstone, from the paperweight to the seal.

Yuyan walked around to the desk and sat down. She knew that her father liked to put things in the drawer of the desk.

Because it is convenient to take it.

When I opened the drawer, it was full of Yu Yanlian's calligraphy.

On top of the thick stack of rice paper, there was a letter.

Because the sealing wax is destroyed once the letter is opened.

Yuyan didn't want to destroy the sealing wax, so she could only use a small shovel to scrape it off bit by bit.

After a long time, Yuyan finally unfolded the letter.

There is no mention of love in every word or sentence, but love is everywhere between the lines.

The more she looked, the more Yuyan cried.

If it were just now, she could still deceive herself and think that her parents were just asleep.

But now that she has even seen the suicide note, she can no longer deceive herself.

I quickly wiped away my tears. What if they fell on the letter?

This is the last thing my father left for me.

After carefully putting the letter away, Yuyan dropped a drop of red wax on the envelope.

Then cover it with the intact sealing wax you just scraped off.

It's like it's never been opened.

But Yuyan knew.

In the spring of 2001, she lost her parents.