Chapter 291 Dad Didn’t Come Home at Night

Nanchuan Shijue stood in the shadows beside the stage with one hand in his pocket.

The urn was placed on a square table covered with black velvet in the center of the stage.

Some people are alive, but they are already dead; some people are dead, but they are still alive...

From the moment he was forced to kneel, the gravekeeper's gaze never left the urn, with unspeakable pain, attachment and despair surging in his eyes.

Moss held a violin in both hands and handed it to the young master respectfully.

Nanchuan Shijue raised his hand to take it.

He walked to the center of the stage, gently placed the butt of the guitar against his perfectly curved chin, and the bow rubbed against the strings - a beautiful melody flowed out!

It is the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

The violin is the instrument that Master Nanchuan hates the most. He doesn't allow his wife to play it...

All the violins were destroyed!

Nanchuan Shijue learned it secretly, and every time he was caught stealing the bullet, he was beaten half to death.

The gravekeeper kneeling on the ground was shocked!

As if struck by an invisible electric current, he stared at Nanchuan Shijue.

Suddenly, I seemed to see my younger self...

Elegant and calm, standing under the spotlight, the audience applauded like thunder—

His expression was complicated, his lips were trembling, and there were gasping sounds in his throat.

The last note dissipated in the air, and the lingering sound seemed to still vibrate under the dome.

Nanchuan Shijue slowly put down his bow and violin, his movements as graceful as a curtain call.

"It was her favorite song when she was alive." He raised his lip sarcastically. He didn't have many childhood memories, but in his vague memory, his mother would often cry when listening to this song. "Mr. Li, does the melody sound familiar?"

The gravekeeper hunched over and said, "Master, you've got the wrong person. I'm just a gardener."

"The only son of the Li Group, a world-renowned violin prodigy, is missing three knuckles on his left hand—" His sharp gaze swept across the man's hand hidden in his sleeve. The three fingers crushed by his kick in the cemetery confirmed the gravekeeper's identity. "Besides Li Yao, whose fingers were amputated by that old man himself, is there anyone else in the world who has this honor?"

“…”

"A traitor who was declared dead, hiding next to her grave like a rat in a gutter... You've been doing a good job of disguising yourself these past two years."

Li Yao stopped trying to defend himself and said resignedly, "Now that you know everything...what do you want?"

Nanchuan Shijue sneered, took off his gray wig, and pulled out his beard...

A middle-aged man with an elegant appearance, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, but his facial features were good and he still had some of his youthful appearance...

"Before she died, she asked you for help." Nanchuan Shijue's tone was calm, only the slight trembling of his eyes betrayed his surging emotions. "Why didn't you take her with you?"

Li Yao's face turned pale.

"What she waited for was the news that you had gone abroad. On the day before she died, the melody you played was still playing on the TV..."

Li Yao suddenly became excited, tears streaming down his face...

Nanchuan Jin destroyed the Li Group and banned him nationwide...

How could he have the ability to compete with the Nanchuan family?

It was three years later when he learned of her death.

"I should have died long ago, but I've survived until now... I wanted to atone for my sins, but she didn't give me the chance..."

"Atonement?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "People have turned to ashes. What's the point of you guarding a pile of yellow earth?"

"I always dream about her. She said she missed me very much..." Li Yao frowned, as if he was in some great pain.

He was crying, and suddenly laughed strangely, "Kill me! Kill me! Since you recognize my identity, this is the best arrangement. Are you here to free me?!"

Nanchuan Shijue took two steps forward, his leather shoes making an oppressive sound as they stepped on the smooth floor.

He grabbed Li Yao's collar, tearing the tattered clothes, revealing a hideous scar...

Nanchuan Shijue looked at the scars that stretched in all directions, and a dark tide appeared in his eyes: "Killing you will only dirty my hands."

Li Yao looked dejected, and his eyes became dull again.

"All relationships in this world can be solved as long as you give up. No love can break the relationship, no emotion can break the whole situation—"

"I can't do it." It was simple and easy to break, but he couldn't do it.

"From today on, she belongs to you." Nanchuan Shijue's bony fingers gently brushed across the cold urn.

Li Yao suddenly froze, his tear-stained face full of surprise, as if he didn't understand what was said.

"She was the sacrifice in this business marriage." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes suppressed a certain emotion. "When she's alive, she's a vase that shows off power. When she's dead, she's a tombstone that shows off deep affection. In this life, from birth to death, she's been trapped in that place..."

He paused and sneered, "You're really good at playing the fool. You'd rather be guarding a pile of dirt than give her freedom."

Li Yao hugged the urn tremblingly and cried like a child.

The crying echoed in the empty opera house, so shrill that it made one's scalp tingle.

Nanchuan Shijue walked out of the music hall and seemed to hear his mother's gentle voice:

"No matter how long the night is, it will eventually dawn..."

She waited for half a century before finally her day came.

"Master, you gave your wife's urn to Mr. Li. If the master pursues the matter..."

Nanchuan Shijue pursed his lips tightly and said, "How can we investigate a dead person?"

…

There was a strong wind and heavy rain outside the window, accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.

"Is there a party going on in heaven? Boom boom boom, it's so noisy!" The little guy would lean over the window from time to time to look in, mumbling unhappily, "If you make any more noise, I'll beat the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Thunder down!"

The bodyguards surrounded Nanchuan Prefecture faithfully despite the heavy rain.

Ning Fengsheng spread out a piece of freshly cut Italian calfskin, and the edges rubbed his fingertips, leaving fine red marks.

She planned to make a pair of wolf-head leather shoes for Nanchuan Spyker by herself.

She designed the drawings, made the patterns, and then sewed them by hand.

It will be more meaningful than the broken pair.

That man will definitely like it very much...

She tried her best to concentrate on making the shoes, but her chest was in a state of panic and she was restless. She didn't feel any pain when the needle pricked her finger until a drop of blood dripped onto the leather, and then she withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

It's the third day.

There is no news from Nanchuan Shijue.

The phone screen went dark and then lit up again, but his call never came in.

She tried calling him and Moss, but their phones were turned off.

The ominous premonition made her increasingly uneasy...

"The rain keeps falling, it's so annoying!" Nanchuan Yusen looked around. Whenever a car passed by Nanchuan Prefecture, he would run to the window to look out.

Although the little guy didn't ask, it was obvious that he was worried about his father.

"Sisi, Daddy hasn't come home at night for three days. He must have gone to find some wild woman!" The little guy finally couldn't help it.