Old Madam Yan passed away in the evening three days ago. The body remained in state for three days. Among her descendants, Yan Cheng was the last to arrive.
Entering the pale mourning hall, Yan Cheng glanced at the white cloth fluttering in the wind and falling on the fine coffin.
This is the second coffin I have seen this year.
The funeral ceremony was just like that. There was no difference between Mrs. Yan's mourning hall and Mrs. Kang's mourning hall.
No matter how you live, you will die eventually.
The smoke from the incense and candles swirled and rose, just like the smoke after death. Even though Yan Cheng had always been indifferent to Old Madam Yan because of his not-so-wonderful past, he couldn't help but sigh silently when he saw the coffin in front of him that would eventually be buried in the soil.
The boredom and malice hidden deep in my heart, which no one could see, also faded away like smoke.
How should I put it? Yan Cheng really disliked Old Madam Yan. He always felt that this kind old lady always acted a little crazy when facing him.
It was a crazy feeling directed at him alone.
Old Madam Yan could be kind and gentle to other people in the family, but she always spoke harshly to him and even attacked him secretly.
Was it because he wasn’t cute enough when he was a child?
Yan Cheng shook his head in his heart, absolutely impossible.
It's not that he is narcissistic. When he was a child, he was really loved by everyone. From his parents and brothers to the nannies and maids, everyone wanted to kiss, hug and hold him high when they saw him.
Only Old Madam Yan showed her malicious intent without any concealment after seeing him.
Is it because he doesn’t have the Yan family’s blood flowing in his veins?
After leaving the mourning hall, Yan Cheng got the answer to this question from Yan Guangyi.
In the study, Yan Guangyi looked at his adopted son with a complicated expression, with pride, guilt, and hesitation in his eyes.
Although his adopted son is young, he is very intelligent and capable of both literature and martial arts. Whenever he thinks of what he has done in Luyang, he can't help but feel proud.
Over the years, he and his wife have treated him as their own son, and even care about him more than their own son despite his tragic life experience.
Whenever I think of the little child struggling and crying in the mass grave, my heart aches and I can't help but want to be nice to him.
Thinking of what his mother said before she died, Yan Guangyi frowned slightly, with a hint of worry on his face.
"Cheng'er, your grandmother mentioned you to me before she died. Do you want to know what she said?"
What the mother said when she was mentally ill was not good, and it was actually not suitable to be said to the child.
only……
Seeing the young boy, who was not even as tall as his chest, nod firmly, Yan Guangyi, who had expected this, was not surprised.
This child is a man of his own ideas. How can I hide this matter from him?
"Your grandmother told me that you look like your great aunt who passed away young, and she suspects that you are her bloodline."
"Your grandmother was a concubine's daughter of the Ming family, and your great aunt was her elder sister. Your grandmother and your great aunt had a complicated relationship and hated each other."
Yan Guangyi found this unbelievable. He hated a child just because he looked a bit like his enemy.
My mother is really...
Besides these, my mother also said...
"Cheng'er, I'm sorry. It's all because of my father's uselessness. I didn't protect you well. I just found out that the wet nurse you drove away when you were a child was your grandmother's. I thought you would be safe as long as you stayed away from the capital."
His tone was guilty, his voice low and hoarse.
After hearing his mother's dying whispers, Yan Guangyi realized that the wet nurse who served Yan Cheng when he was a child was actually his mother's person, and that this wet nurse had poisoned him many times.
If it weren't for my son's special physique, there would be no one in the world now...
Yan Guangyi blamed himself endlessly.
No wonder Cheng'er asked them to drive the wet nurse away after she was able to speak. Cheng'er was smart since childhood, and she must have discovered that something was wrong with the wet nurse very early on.
They actually thought that the wet nurse and Cheng'er didn't get along well, and they gave her a lot of silver when she left.
When Cheng'er was older and went to Beijing, his mother tried to attack him secretly, but Cheng'er managed to escape every time.
Cheng'er is so smart, she must have guessed it a long time ago, but she never told him.
The more Yan Guangyi thought about it, the more ashamed he felt. He had thought that his mother had long since let go of her prejudice against Cheng'er over the years, but it turned out to be all an illusion.
Cheng'er left his biological parents when he was so young and came to live with them, but they didn't take good care of him.
"Dad, the past is in the past, don't think about it anymore. Am I not fine now?"
The young boy, who was in his early teens, smiled and shook his head, indicating that he no longer cared about the past, with an open-minded smile on his pale face.
Yan Guangyi couldn't laugh, as he couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of those messy curses and the child's forbearance.
The handsome young boy seemed to sense his father's unusual mood. The shadow of his eyelashes covered his dark eyes, and he said quietly, "I just... don't want to embarrass Dad."
Yan Guangyi shrank his fingers.
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"Second brother, I miss you so much!"
When Yan Cheng walked into the yard, a cute little kid rushed into his arms and he easily picked him up and carried him into the house.
In the room were his mother, older brother, older sister and younger brother.
"Cheng'er is finally back. How was your journey? Luo'er, your second brother must be tired. Stop bothering him. Come down quickly."
A mother worries when her son is away from home. Before this, Yan Cheng had not returned for a long time, and Chu Yuan had always felt relieved. Now that she saw Yan Cheng return safely, she finally felt at ease.
As for the eldest son, he is already sixteen or seventeen years old and is about to get married. There is no need for her constant care.
Looking at Yan Cheng's pale face, he felt distressed: "Cheng'er has lost weight, and there is no color on his face. He needs to be nourished."
It seems that I haven’t lost weight.
Yan Cheng let his mother pull his arm and look him up and down. Thinking back to the face he had seen in the small mirror before, he didn't feel that he had lost any weight.
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