Zhu Family Manor … Zhu Family Manor …
Yan Yue followed the direction of the little girl's memories and headed towards her hometown. The little girl's pleas before her death moved Yan Yue. Her mother probably didn't know that her daughter was no longer around and was still waiting bitterly for the person who would never come back.
Yan Yue changed her appearance slightly and changed into that of the little girl. She walked towards her home in her memory. Her heart beat faster than it had before, showing traces of nervousness. She was only fulfilling her last wish for her, but Yan Yue was a little too concerned about it.
The surrounding vegetation was thicker and thicker than what he remembered. The dilapidated wooden house that slowly came into view was even more dilapidated than what he had imagined.
Yan Yue pushed aside the flowers and plants and walked towards the wooden house. It was so quiet that only the chirping of insects and birds could be heard. If she listened carefully, she could even hear the shallow breathing of a person in the house.
Yan Yue slowed down her steps, deeply afraid that she would wake the person in the house.
The figure standing quietly outside the door didn't dare to make the slightest sound. The wind blew the corner of her clothes, creating a different sound of fabric tearing.
"Lian 'er!
Is that my Lian 'er? "
The old voice rang out. It was no longer as gentle as it was in her memories. However, the emotions that were buried deep within him had accumulated over time. Yan Yue had the desire to run away for a moment, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. That urge to see him, but she didn't dare to do so, came from her memories. It was her wish.
In the end, she stood in the same spot and didn't move. Until, in the house, a frail figure walked out tremblingly. Yan Yue frowned slightly and was secretly shocked. There was an aura of death on her body.
"Lian 'er …" The trembling figure let out a trembling voice. That tangled feeling of wanting to see her, but being afraid that it was a dream, was trapped in the old woman's heart.
Yan Yue clenched her fists. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to.
Until the old woman's thin body hugged Yan Yue tightly, Yan Yue came back to her senses. She slowly reached out and hugged her mother. She said the words that she had said in her heart a hundred times. "Mother, I'm sorry. I love you." This was what she said on behalf of her mother. Strangely, she didn't feel relieved at the bottom of her heart. Instead, she cared more. She had already done what she wanted. Why did she still care so much?
"Sigh!
Sigh!
Let's not talk about it anymore. It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back … "Tears wetted Yan Yue's clothes. The old woman's trembling figure kept repeating these heart-warming words.
Yan Yue supported the old woman and walked slowly into the house. Everything was still the same as in her memory, except that the person she was holding had aged a long time ago.
Originally, Yan Yue just wanted to leave after saying those words. But the old woman's happy expression made Yan Yue somewhat unable to bear it.
Forget it. Today, she would use her identity to show filial piety to her mother. She would take it as another kind of compensation for not being able to accompany her mother. Suppressing the puzzlement and doubts in her heart, Yan Yue didn't think too much. She helped the old woman make a delicious dinner and listened to her talk non-stop.
Her eyes were smiling all the time, as if they contained a thousand feelings of unwillingness to part. There were too many things that Yan Yue couldn't understand. Yan Yue didn't have much to say from beginning to end. She just listened quietly and felt that it was a strange beautiful dream, but it didn't belong to her.
In a trance, it was like waking up from a dream. It was like the fate of love had come to nothing. The cries of the crows woke her up from her light sleep.
Yan Yue opened her eyes and saw a gray sky. She was lying on a patch of yellow grass. Where did the wooden house come from?!
"Mother!"
With a scream, Yan Yue got up from the ground with a grunt. Dizziness came with it. With one hand holding her still aching head, she searched in the direction in her memory, but couldn't find it. It seemed that with this sleep, the memory that the little girl left in her mind had also been washed away.
After searching for more than four hours, she still couldn't find the wooden house in her memory. Yan Yue decided to go back to the neighboring village first and come back tomorrow to take a look at the situation.
As she was walking, she happened to see two elderly men walking towards her. One of them was holding a wooden stick, the other was carrying an axe. They were trembling as they walked up the mountain.
Yan Yue was overjoyed and hurriedly went up to greet them. "Two old uncles!
Excuse me, may I ask if there was a Madam Wang from the Zhu Family Manor who was said to be living on this mountain? I've been looking for her the entire morning, but I couldn't find her. I wonder if the two of you know where she lives? "
Compared to running around like a headless fly, it was more reliable to ask someone who knew.
Hearing Yan Yue's question, the two men were first shocked. They looked at each other and said uncertainly, "Are you asking about Wang Yun, Old Madam Wang?" "Yes!"
"Who are you to her?" The other person quickly asked, his expression a little hesitant.
Yan Yue didn't think too much about it. She was still pretending to be Madam Wang's daughter. Naturally, it was more appropriate to use this identity. "I am her daughter, Zhu Lian!"
Yan Yue's words caused them to sink into silence. They didn't understand. Yan Yue spoke again, "Is there something wrong with the two of you?"
"Hey, you've come back in the end. You'll know sooner or later. Come with us!"
Although she had her doubts, Yan Yue still maintained her silence and slowly followed behind the old men. The direction they were taking her in seemed to be different from what she remembered.
They walked through a steep mountain path, crossed a pool of receding spring water, and leapt through a barren grassy forest. The cobblestone path under their feet was a little uncomfortable. Yan Yue supported the two old men and carefully walked through this rather short path.
Finally, they brought Yan Yue to a small hill that sheltered from the wind. On the bare hill, a withered log stood tall in front of Yan Yue. Yan Yue didn't understand. Her gaze fell on the two old men again. She didn't know why they had brought her here.
"Hey!
This is your mother's coffin. Child, you … go and take a look! "
The old man's words shocked Yan Yue so much that she took two steps back. Disbelief and surprise filled her heart. "She's … dead?" Why?
Did the speechless pain come from that girl, or from her own blank heart? Then what had she encountered previously? Was it an empty dream?
"Your mother passed away from illness a year ago due to her accumulated worries!"
The other old man went up to hold Yan Yue's hand and said earnestly, "Child, your mother, until her death, was still worried about you!
Go and see her! "Her heart was filled with silence, and she couldn't say anything else.
Yan Yue walked straight towards that wooden log. Her heart was filled with an extremely complicated mix of emotions. She wanted to fulfill the little girl's wish, but now, it was all too late!
Obviously, this wasn't her family, but that deep sense of helplessness still affected her heart.
Standing in front of her coffin, she didn't speak for a long time. After all, it was the regret of being separated by heaven and earth. She didn't dare to imagine what kind of situation she would face when she returned. There were too many possibilities, but she didn't dare to think about it. She was only willing to believe in the one she wanted to believe.
With a bottle of sake, he bid farewell to this unexpected fate. His footsteps on the way back were unprecedentedly firm. The things that had passed could not be brought back. What he needed to do was never to be overly sentimental. The memories that were engraved in his heart did not need to be hypocritical. He did not need to pretend to be depressed to tell them that he still cared. The path was still ahead!