Gu Lianyi had something on her mind.
A heavy burden on my mind.
But she didn't choose to continue, so I didn't ask any more questions. I could only vaguely sense that the person she was talking about might be related to Gu Nianci.
It could even be Gu Nianci.
So I don't want to ask any more questions.
Or rather, I have no interest in knowing anything about the Gu family, especially since it might involve Gu Nianci.
However, Gu Lianyi was probably not in a good mood.
He drank glass after glass of wine as if it were water.
She was completely drunk by 1 a.m.
There was nothing I could do but take her to a nearby hotel, book a room, and only after confirming her safety did I leave alone and return to the coffin shop.
Before leaving, I vaguely heard Gu Lianyi say something.
"I am Gu Lianyi."
"I must prove it to all of you."
...
When I returned to the coffin shop, Yan Shan was indeed not there. I had also drunk some wine, and although I wasn't drunk, it made me sleepy. After lying down on the bed, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.
Strangely, I had another dream that night.
The person in my dream was Yan Yin again.
This time, however, she wasn't in a wedding dress like in the previous dream. Instead, she stood in front of me, crying, and said, "Xu Ruo, I want my father to live."
When I woke up, it was already noon.
The appearance of that dream added even more pressure to my life.
When I left the room, Yan Shan had already returned. Seeing that I was awake, he looked at me expressionlessly and said, "Pack your things, you'll sleep in my room tonight."
"Your room is reserved for Yan Yin."
"And what about you?" I asked.
This shop only has two rooms.
"I have my own way of doing things," Yan Shan said calmly. Only then did I realize that he was making something. When I went over to take a look, it seemed to be a bed.
Seeing this, I didn't ask any more questions on the topic. Yan Shan was a carpenter, so making a bed wasn't a difficult task for him.
"Has Uncle decided to go to the hospital?" I asked.
Yan Shan nodded.
"Yes, I'm going to the hospital today."
“I will be visiting often from now on, and you’ll have to work hard to keep this shop going.”
This was the first time I'd ever seen Yan Shan so polite, and I felt a little uncomfortable.
“I know what to do,” I replied.
Yan Shan ignored me and continued with his work.
I went over to offer my help.
Yan Shan waved his hand and said, "Go away."
"The important thing for you now is to clean up the room."
I could tell that Yan Shan wasn't in a good mood. After all, Yan Hai's matter was no small thing; it involved lives. Yan Shan and Yan Hai had a very good relationship, so it was impossible for him to be in a good mood.
After thinking for a moment, I decided not to bother him any further, and went back to my room to start tidying up.
By the time I finished packing, Yan Shan was already sitting at the entrance of the coffin shop, staring blankly at the roadside.
He became noticeably silent.
It's something I'm not quite used to.
I went over and sat down next to him, comforting him, "Uncle Shan, he's a lucky man, he'll be alright."
"You don't need to worry too much."
Yan Shan glanced at me.
"I don't need your comfort."
"Is the room ready?"
"Okay." I nodded.
"That's fine then." Yan Shan didn't look at me again, but took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
After a long while, he suddenly looked at me again and asked, "Thank you this time."
"Huh?" I was a little surprised. "Why are you thanking me all of a sudden?"
“If you hadn’t forced him to go to the hospital for a checkup, we wouldn’t have discovered it so early. The doctor said that if it had been a month later, the outcome might have been very different.”
"So no matter what, you're the one who saved Yan Hai's life."
Yan Shan said earnestly.
"I just served as a reminder," I said, shaking my head.
"How did you figure out he had a health problem?" Yan Shan asked curiously.
I thought for a moment and said, "I used to have a friend who also had brain cancer. When she was feeling unwell, she would have a headache and couldn't sleep all night."
"Maybe it's because of some trauma."
“I see.” Yan Shan nodded, then sighed, “These days, there are all kinds of diseases.”
"I never knew when my life would suddenly end."
Hearing his words, I felt a bit conflicted.
In the previous life, according to Yan Yin, Yan Shan passed away because of poor health.
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