Chapter 896 Descendants of the Yang Family
Several of the more sentimental girls had tears in their eyes. On one hand, they gritted their teeth and cursed the outsiders who caused countless families to be torn apart and separated from their loved ones by death. On the other hand, they were moved by the touching true feelings of that era.
"When I read Mu Xin's poem before, 'The days of the past were slower, carriages, horses, and mail were slow, and a lifetime was only enough to love one person,' I didn't feel anything. But after reading about their relationship today, I realized that some people's love can truly last a lifetime, and they only hope to grow old with one person. But why is God so cruel, forcing them to be separated?"
Li Guangjun pulled Zhao Yun'er into his arms and sighed, "Back then, we couldn't even save our lives. We were living on the edge. How could we have the mind to talk about love? It was good enough that we survived. Although we've separated, at least they both survived, right? Does thinking like that make you feel a little better?"
Zhao Yun'er: "..." What do you mean by "easy"? It feels even more agonizing!
As Ye Wanxi read the letter, she felt a pang of sadness, reflecting on the various events that had happened to the Yang family.
Their family's separation, their deaths and reunions, was merely a microcosm of that era. Many others were not even as fortunate, and their entire families were likely to perish during their escape.
Starving to death, exhausted to death, frozen to death, killed, tortured—despair permeated everywhere, and the air was filled with endless cries of grief. The ground was paved with blood, and many people didn't even leave their names behind before becoming just skeletons by the roadside.
It was an era that one cannot truly understand without experiencing it firsthand, nor can one imagine how difficult it was. It deserves to be remembered, yet it is also extremely easy to forget.
Because most people prefer to see superficial and glamorous displays, rather than face the heart-wrenching pain of the past.
"These are all letters you wrote to your wife?" Ye Wanxi glanced at them. "Oh, and letters to your younger brother and sister too. You didn't send any of these?"
The head of the Yang family shook his head. He wanted to send it, but he didn't even know where the person was, so where could he send it?
Ye Wanxi's heart stirred slightly upon seeing this: "Are you guarding this place hoping that one day your Yang family descendants will return here and see these things?"
Gu Shaoling and the others were taken aback when they heard Ye Wanxi say this, and subconsciously looked at the head of the Yang family.
The head of the Yang family did not answer directly, but smiled at Ye Wanxi instead.
That smile was seen by everyone as an admission of agreement.
Ye Wanxi's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of understanding flashing across them.
This explains it clearly: when the head of the Yang family died, there was no news of his relatives, and most of his trusted confidants had already passed away.
After his death, the house will inevitably fall into the hands of others, and at that time, the things in the house will either be lost or sold; it is impossible for them to be left behind.
If that's the case, it would be better for him to bury it himself.
Being separated from his family for over a decade, and never seeing them again until his death, was the greatest regret of the Yang family patriarch.
This regret caused him to unconsciously separate a wisp of his soul to linger here, hoping that one day he could see his blood-related descendants again in this house.
Unfortunately, he probably didn't expect that this wait would last for over a hundred years. Time will dilute many things and even erase some things.
What lingers here is nothing more than a remnant soul. If a master with real skills were to encounter it, they wouldn't even need to make a big fuss; they could easily destroy its soul.
Over time, his soul weakened further, and he was probably already at his last gasp when he met the Yang family twenty years ago.
Unable to appear before his descendants, he could only use their blood ties as a medium to remind them in their dreams. Unfortunately, his control over dreams was very limited, and he failed to guide his descendants to dig out the box. Instead, he scared them away. How tragic!
Now, so many years have passed, and he has forgotten why he was guarding this place. He has lost his mind and is acting solely on instinct.
It was only by a twist of fate that it entered Nie Yuyang's body; otherwise, it's likely that even by the time he completely dissipated, his descendants would never have discovered the secret beneath this tree.
Having understood the whole story, Ye Wanxi breathed a sigh of relief: "Now that we've found the item and know your expectations, things are simple. We've come to this house and occupied your home, so it's only right that we help our master fulfill his wish. After dawn, we will hand over everything in this box to your descendants, and then..."
Ye Wanxi paused abruptly as she spoke, because she saw the wisp of remnant soul attached to Nie Yuyang gradually dissipating.
Upon learning that his wife and two children had survived the war, and that his daughter had even married and had children to support the Yang family, the head of the Yang family's obsession had largely subsided.
His existence originally stemmed from regret, but now that the regret is gone, he naturally can't hold on for much longer.
Ye Wanxi didn't continue because, given how quickly he was dissipating, it was uncertain whether he would even see the sun rise today, let alone make it to meet the Yang family tomorrow.
The others were also puzzled when they saw that she had suddenly fallen silent.
Ye Wanxi opened her mouth, just about to say something, when she suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"When did they go in, and how long have they been inside? Are you sure it was in my ancestors' courtyard?"
"Dad, let's wait until we find the person before asking. Let's go over and check the situation first. Maybe it's just a deliberate effect created by the production team. We can't take it seriously. Technology is so advanced now that many special effects are completely indistinguishable to the naked eye. Let's go over and find out what's going on before making any conclusions."
The speaker was probably a young woman. You could tell she was trying to prepare her father for the worst, fearing that he might not meet her expectations and would be overly excited or disappointed.
However, the director and other staff members didn't quite understand what he meant.
The director's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself, "Miss, you really overestimate our production team. We can't produce the special effects you're talking about."
However, listening to their conversation, everyone present realized that the newcomer was probably a descendant of the Yang family!
Realizing this, everyone excitedly looked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
Before long, a large group of people came running over.
The group included people of all ages, men and women, creating a lively scene.
Everyone present was surprised by the impressive lineup of the newcomers. Their gazes swept over everyone, but when they saw a certain person in the crowd, they all showed expressions of astonishment.
She was a girl of seventeen or eighteen, with fair skin and long, flowing hair. Most importantly, she had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, large and bright, that made her unforgettable at first glance.
But that's not the point. The point is what this girl looks like...
(End of this chapter)
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