After a day of hardship on the rugged mountain road, the horse team finally walked onto the flat road. We finally got off the horse's back and changed to several carriages.

Although the speed is slower, it feels a little more comfortable.

However, this comfort is only relative. Yan Qinghan sat in the carriage behind us, listening to the wheels bumping on the stone road along the way, and the sound of his constant coughing was mixed in the middle. He even often heard the movements of his servants at night, boiling medicine for him.

I know he has been weak since childhood. A doctor once asserted that he was not yet twenty years old and could still stand in front of us, riding a horse, and walking. It is a bit surprising. It is also possible to imagine how he survived these years.

Pei Yuanfeng and the others were eager to return home, but they walked for several days before finally entering Chengdu City.

We walked out of the wilderness and had not seen people for a long time, and suddenly the surroundings became lively. Not only us, but even Li'er was excited, lying to the window and lifting the curtains, watching the people coming and going on the street, and the traffic flowing, and many small shops and stalls on both sides of the street, the vendors shouted loudly to solicit business. The strange accent made Li'er very curious, constantly learning and smiling.

My spirits have improved a little, and I sat there with Pei Yuanxiu, looking at the scenery outside through the curtain.

Suddenly, the carriage drove past a shop on the street, and a flag veiled in the wind swung past his eyes, with a huge word "iron".

I couldn't help but breathe.

Tiejia Money House?

Tie Family!

Pei Yuanxiu, who was holding me in his arms, immediately felt my strangeness and looked down at me: "What's wrong?"

I paused for a moment, almost subconsciously reached out to cover my chest, and after a while I looked up at him and shook my head gently: "It's okay."

He smiled and said nothing more. The word "iron" outside the window flashed by. When he looked up and looked out, he had already changed into other scenery.

After the carriage entered the main city of Chengdu, the speed became faster and faster. The people on the road seemed to know that it was the Yan family's troops who came back, and they all retreated to both sides to make way. We drove smoothly along the way without stopping. Finally, in the evening, we rushed back to the main house.

When we walked down from the carriage, we realized that it was already brightly lit.

The entire Yan family's house, like the previous Tianmu Temple, wrapped all the red pillars and red corridor eaves in black and white gauze. White banners were hung on both sides of the long steps. When the wind blew, the white banners flew in the wind. When you looked at it, it seemed like snow was falling all over the sky.

The Yan family also became a landscape with only black and white colors left.

I turned around and looked at Yan Qingchen who was lifted from the carriage. He also looked up and saw this scene. He simply said: "I have sent a message back and asked them to prepare for the second uncle's offering."

Yan Qinghan also got off the carriage.

Although the weather is hot now, his tightly wrapped white clothes still look a little thin. He staggered a little before he stood firm. Then he raised his head and looked forward.

The white banner flew in the wind and was flying in his eyes.

At that moment, the scene in front of him reflected in his light-colored pupils, as if snow fell, causing a sudden chill to rise on his face and eyes.

After a long silence, he hugged Yan Yizhi's spiritual position and walked up slowly.

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When you enter the main hall, the mourning hall here has been built, almost the same as the offerings in Tianmu Temple, but the mourning hall is larger, with more sacrifices placed on the altar table, and countless white banners fell from the beams and kept flying in front of you, which also caught our eyes for a moment.

And in this white shadow, a figure stood in front of the mourning hall.

It's Xue Qian.

Her hair was still very combed, she was wearing a plain robe and leaning on a dragon stick in her hand. After hearing the sound of our footsteps, she slowly turned around and looked at us.

When I saw her front, I subconsciously gasped.

She was much haggard than when we left Chengdu before. Her cheeks were sunken deeply, and the corners of her eyes were black. What surprised me the most was that her temples were actually dyed with frost!

Before, Yan Qingchen said that she was sick, but I just knew that her illness would make her so old all of a sudden.

For a moment, I stood at the door of the mourning hall and looked at her gray temples, and I couldn't speak.

And after her cold eyes glanced at everyone, she still fell on me. She only glanced at me, her eyebrows immediately frowned deeply, and her expression of disgust was revealed without any concealment.

It's the same as before, at any time.

I accepted her gaze with ease, and saw her from the corner of my eyes, with Li Guo and Aunt Hong standing on both sides. When they saw us coming back, they immediately brought people up to greet her.

Aunt Hong's eyes were still the same as before. When she saw me, it seemed to be stuck to me. There was a hint of eagerness in her concerned eyes, as if she wanted to urgently know how I was doing these days and whether I had any harm. I stood there, just nodded to her gently, indicating that I was fine.

Yan Qingchen's wheelchair had already arrived in front of Xue Qian and said softly: "Mother, we are back."

Then Xue Qian took her eyes back from me and looked at her son: "Where is your second uncle's spiritual position?"

Yan Qingchen looked back and saw that at this time, Yan Qinghan slowly walked up from behind with Zhengjue's spiritual position in his arms, walked to Xue Qian, and gently bowed to her: "Madam."

As soon as Xue Qian saw him, her face gradually became solemn.

Actually, I have always known that Xue Qian's personality is relatively simple. Like her unscheming personality, all her love and hate cannot be concealed, so even at such an old age, sometimes she will be impulsive and willful like a child.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But at this moment, when she saw Yan Qinghan, her expression became complicated.

"Qinghan?"

"Madam, it's me."

“…”

After saying that, she seemed to have no idea what she should say. After a while, she was silent, and her eyes slowly looked at the spiritual position in Yan Qinghan's hand.

Yan Yizhi.

The three words on the spiritual position, like the temperature of charcoal fire, burned her eyes suddenly, and her eyes immediately turned red.

Yan Qingchen said softly: "Mother?"

Xue Qian raised her head and looked at Yan Qinghan: "How did Yizhi get there?"

"I heard from the people in the temple that they passed away during meditation."

“That’s it…”

She paused again and looked at the spiritual position: "He is younger than me. But she didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be a little choked.

I suddenly understood why when I saw her this time, she suddenly became so much older.

The only person of her generation is her brother-in-law. Although she has been a monk in Tianmu Temple before, at least, he is the only person who has witnessed her marriage and understood that she has been infatuated with her father for years.

And now, he has passed away.

Perhaps only those of their generation and those who are able to understand this feeling of loneliness will be understood.

Xue Qian choked up again, then lowered her head, covered her tears, and raised her hand gently: "Please worship your father."

"yes."

After saying that, Li Guo and Aunt Hong also walked in front of him.

They have been in charge of the Yan family's affairs for many years. At their age, I think I have some understanding of what happened back then. At this moment, when Aunt Hong saw Yan Qinghan, her face was a little dark. When she saluted him, she was a little sad: "Young Master Qinghan."

Yan Qinghan nodded at her calmly.

Li Guo also walked up, obviously calmer than Aunt Hong. After bowing and saying, "Young Master Qinghan, please follow me."

When the group of people served Yan Qinghan and entered the mourning hall, Xue Qian looked up and saw the tall figure behind me, and was stunned: "Fearless?"

I looked back and saw the fearless monk picking up his arms and snorting coldly.

"What are you doing?"

It seemed that the two of them were a little unfavorable. Wuwei was rude to her. Mrs. Yan looked very ugly when she saw him. However, Wuwei Monk glanced at me, then reluctantly snorted coldly and said, "You don't have to be afraid. The Sa family will not hit people this time. The Sa family just came with the eldest lady to avoid being bullied."

Mrs. Yan's face turned pale, but it didn't happen. She just gritted her teeth and stared at him fiercely. Yan Qingchen seemed to be not very familiar with this matter, but she didn't say much. After Yan Qinghan finished placing the spiritual position and ashes and gave a big gift, she took us to the side hall on the other side, where there was indeed a banquet to welcome us. However, because the family was holding a funeral, the dishes on the table were all vegetarian dishes, which were full of color, fragrance and flavor, but there was no wine.

After a few greetings, everyone sat down one after another. While walking towards the seat, I asked in a low voice: "Uncle Wuwei, who have you hit?"

"Hmph. When that cripple man was one year old, I've beaten your father!"

When Yan Qingchen was one year old...

It was when my mother and I left here and lived at the foot of the West Mountain.

I didn't say anything anymore and sat down calmly. As soon as I sat down, a group of young and beautiful maids came up to dress up dishes for everyone. The fragrance spread in the hall and couldn't get away from my nose.

We can be considered as sleeping in the open along the way. Even if we are rich and noble, we can’t be said to enjoy it. So everyone had a delicious meal, and the atmosphere was not very warm, but it was harmonious.

Li'er sat beside me, biting chopsticks, and saw a vegetarian duck that she liked on the table. He pulled Liu Qinghan's sleeve beside him and whispered: "Uncle San, I want to eat that--"

Before she could finish her words, Xue Qian, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly said in a deep voice: "Eat well. If you don't have any hands, there will be someone to serve you, so what kind of food will you pick up!"

I was about to scold Li'er, but I didn't expect that she would take the lead and I was stunned.

Li'er couldn't react a little and looked at her stupidly.

Xue Qian glanced at us again and snorted coldly.

Liu Qinghan felt a little at a loss in such an atmosphere, holding the chopsticks and disappeared for a moment. I was silent, reached out to pick up a piece of duck and put it in Li'er's plate, and then said softly: "Grandma is right, eat well, don't be tilted."

It was probably the first time that Li'er was scolded in such a public place. He was a little depressed and buried his head in the bowl and didn't raise his head.

Xue Qian also glanced at me and said nothing.

This meal was finished in silence.

The sound of monks chanting scriptures and beating bells sounded from the mourning hall. Xue Qian stood up and said to Yan Qinghan: "I know that your father has become a monk and will definitely not like these vain rituals, but his business is the business of the Yan family. Naturally, there are many people in Chengdu who will come to pay their respects. You have to do it well."

Yan Qinghan said lightly: "Yes, Madam."

"besides--"
To be continued...