dhibooks Chapter 1 2 years later
Chapter 1 2 years later
"Master... I brought my son and daughter-in-law to see you."
At the end of May, the sun was bright and warm, and the wild blue irises were blooming.The clear stream on the outskirts of the city flows through the small bridge, plays with the weeping willows, and sparkles cheerfully in the sun, gurgling and flowing into the distance.
In a corner of the outskirts, a tombstone stood desolately among the large and small ancestral graves of the Liu family. Mrs. Liu, Mo Ziyan, knelt beside her and knocked gently on the ground.
"Mother, don't be too sad, take care of your health." Yan Jingyun solemnly kowtowed in front of her father-in-law's grave, then got up to help Mrs. Liu: "I think father would like to see a happy mother."
"You." Mrs. Liu smiled kindly, and lightly patted her daughter-in-law's hand supporting her: "Thanks to you talking with me in the past two years, life has not been so lonely and difficult." Glancing at Liu Qiaoyang at the side: "If we all point at this person who stays at home all day long, it will be a sad day."
Liu Qiaoyang smiled mischievously when he heard this.Yan Jingyun hurriedly said softly: "Qiao Yang is also busy with Linglongzhai's affairs. If Dad sees the current prosperity of Linglongzhai, he will definitely be satisfied."
Mrs. Liu chuckled: "Yun'er, you will protect him." Then she looked at Yan Jingyun seriously: "It is really a blessing for the Liu family to marry you into the Liu family. Fortunately, the master watched you enter the gate of the Liu family..."
"But I don't have a chance to serve my father well." Yan Jingyun sincerely mourned, with a slightly lonely expression hanging on her bright and upright face, making people feel pity.
"You can talk endlessly." Liu Qiaoyang interrupted softly: "The bearers have been waiting there for a long time, don't you have to go to the temple to fulfill your vows this afternoon?"
Mrs. Liu came over and poked Liu Qiaoyang on the forehead, and said blamingly, "What? Don't you want to stay a little longer to accompany our mother and son on your father's memorial day?"
Liu Qiaoyang bowed his head and apologized, "That's not what I meant, my boy."
"Hmph! What does that mean? Among the three sons, you are the least numbered, and you are still a sloppy person." Madam Liu said, and sighed: "Oh... I don't know how to have a son and a son. Where is Qing now, and how are you doing?"
"It's been two years, is there no news about the second and third brothers?" Yan Jingyun asked softly.
Liu Qiaoyang smiled wryly, shook his head lightly, but clenched his fist tightly.
That person... where did he go?To be able to walk so untraceably, even though I used various relationships and resources afterwards, until now, I have not been able to find a trace of him.snort!Really... cruel...
"That's all, that's all." Madam Liu understood, sighed lightly, and said to Yan Jingyun: "Yun'er, let's go back."
Liu Qiaoyang hurriedly ran to call the bearers over, then lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and waited for Mrs. Liu to get on the sedan chair.The weather was hot, and when I moved, there was a thin trace of sweat on my forehead.
Yan Jingyun was careful, walked up to Qiao Yang, and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, her eyes were full of affection.
"Thank you..." Liu Qiaoyang looked at her tenderly, raised his hand to gently hold her hand that wiped his sweat, and said softly, "Get in the sedan chair, I'm fine."
Yan Jingyun nodded with a warm smile, then bent down and got into the sedan chair.
Mrs. Liu in the sedan chair couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw this scene, and there was a smile in her eyes as she looked at the wild irises outside the sedan chair.
At this time, large tracts of irises swayed and swayed, like blue butterflies vibrating light blue wings, flying in the emerald green sky woven by young grass leaves.
It turned out that the wind passed by.
Putting down the sedan chair curtain for his wife, Qiao Yang looked at the swaying irises, and couldn't help but think of the blue butterflies, then the flower fairy, Lu Zhongqiong, and those gentle and affectionate eyes... For a moment, he was stunned.
The wind blows across the wilderness and the mountains. Coming here and taking a leisurely circle, it aroused the tenderness and sorrow in Qiao Yang's heart.Then with this longing and a trace of sentimentality, it was blown elsewhere, carelessly and ruthlessly.
Qiao Yang shook his head slightly, and smiled bitterly, whether he was laughing at the ruthless wind or the ruthless person.In a trance, he seemed to hear his clear and melodious piano sound again, every sound was so beautiful, yet so vague and distant.Faintly, like in a dream.
Qiao Yang sighed softly, and strode away after the sedan chair going away.
The wind whirled and sighed, and blew leisurely, blowing a person's hair and black hair, fluttering in the air.
In front of Liu Ruzheng's grave, a person knelt down straight and kowtowed three times.
"Father... the child is not filial... the child, I came back to see you."
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With a sad face, Ziqing sat cross-legged in front of Liu Ruzheng's grave, put the qin on his knees, and gently plucked the strings.The sound of the strings is Qiqi, and the wind stops the flowers from weeping.
This bright sunshine can't resolve the regret in my heart.
This bustling iris can't warm the desolation in my heart.
This cheerful stream can't take away the melancholy in my heart.
Daddy~~Please forgive my child for being unfilial. I didn't serve you on your sick bed, and I didn't have time to see you for the last time. For more than 20 years, you brought up Ziqing~, gave me a warm and happy home, and taught me the principles of life and work.But Ziqing...has never fulfilled the way of a son of man for a day...now that yin and yang are separated, this song of mourning does not ask his father to forgive him, but only wishes to express his sorrow.
"Your piano skills have improved a lot. A piece of Lishang, touching your heart." The sound of the piano was about to go out, and Shen Luoshu gently stroked his ears and hair, looked at the weeping willow by the stream, and sighed: "It's just ...Listen, I'm a little lonely."
"Lonely people play lonely songs. If the heart is lonely, the sound is also lonely." Ziqing pressed the strings and said quietly.
"Do you still remember the answer you promised me?" Shen Luoshu smiled slightly, looked at Ziqing and said, "Since you are back, what is your answer?"
"Answer?" Ziqing frowned slightly, lost in thought...
Faintly, back to two years ago...