Chapter 147 The Dead (be extra) ...
This summer is very dull.
To be precise, it was almost autumn and the cicadas had stopped chirping. Xia Yiqing looked at the green shade outside the window, somewhat lost in thought.
The anniversary of the Third Master's death is approaching.
The air conditioner was working tirelessly. Xia Yiqing sniffed, her head felt dizzy, her chest felt stuffy, but her eyes were clear.
Xiao An, now the chairman's general secretary, knocked on the door. A voice came over, "Director Xia, Assistant Luo is here."
Xia Yiqing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids drooped. Her slender fingertips lightly touched the celadon cup, and were burned by the temperature. She just frowned and slowly let go.
With a long sigh, Xia Yichen finally understood that the stomach is an organ of emotions.
There was a dull pain in her upper abdomen, and she pressed it with her left hand. Her face didn't look good, and time had even deepened the lines on her face.
"Well, he comes every year. This time, let's invite him in."
Hearing Xiao An's response from outside, Xia Yiqing fumbled for the air conditioner remote control, pressed the off button, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, unable to stop grieving in her heart.
Three years later, when Qi Hanmu died of cardiac arrest after failed rescue efforts, was he also like the air conditioner today, with the off button pressed, and then the candle was blown out and the candle was removed, and he had no contact with the world anymore?
My fingers trembled, and with a beep, the air conditioner was turned on again.
The cold wind made Xia Yiqing feel dizzy, so she picked up a blanket and covered herself with it.
Hearing the knock on the door, she knew someone was coming in. Unable to save face, she imitated Qi Hanmu's previous behavior when he was seriously ill, and put a blanket on her legs, not exceeding her waist.
For a moment, she was in a trance, and it seemed that her every action and every thought had already unconsciously been influenced by the shadow of the late Third Master.
"Mr. Xia," I haven't seen Luo Miao for three years. He has changed a lot. He has neglected to take care of himself, and his cheeks are sallow. He really doesn't look well.
"Please sign this document."
Xia Yiqing didn't move. Seeing that Luo Miao didn't sit down, she unzipped her briefcase, took out the document from her briefcase, and placed it on the table.
The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, but after Xia Yiqing saw the big words "Property Transfer Agreement" on it, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been stung by a bee.
This was clearly the document that Luo Miao found her and wanted her to sign three years ago when Qi Hanmu passed away.
After three years of twists and turns, this document was once again placed in front of Xia Yiqing.
She tightened her fingers around her sleeves, no longer unable to accept it like she had been on the anniversary of Qi Hanmu's death last year, but instead maintained a calm demeanor.
"After signing this property transfer agreement, Secretary Luo can tell me where the Third Master is buried now?"
When she said this, Xia Yiqing felt as if something was drilling out of her heart, causing her to feel sore and numb.
Originally, it was because she and Chen Wen had an appointment to meet in a coffee shop three years ago that caused a misunderstanding, which led to Qi Hanmu's serious illness and death.
The Qi family should have had no time to blame her, but Qi Hanmu's will clearly stated that all his property was given to Xia Yiqing free of charge.
He also strictly ordered everyone in the Qi family not to make things difficult for Xia Yiqing.
Over the past three years, Xia Yiqing has thrived in the business world.
There were even some projects that she hadn't even thought about doing, but a group of people had already found opportunities to curry favor with her.
Every time Xia Yiqing saw those people's smiling faces, her lips would turn pale. She knew that they were not on her side at all, but were just taking care of her because of the agreement they had made with Qi Hanmu.
Filled with guilt and with nowhere to vent, Xia Yiqing refused to accept any property under Qi Hanmu's name.
But Luo Miao sent a message that if she did not accept it, she would not be able to get close to the place where Qi Hanmu was buried.
This was also written in the will that loved her the most, to "cure" her.
The three characters "Xia Yiqing" have many strokes. When Xia Yiqing wrote them, her hands, which had signed countless documents, trembled inexplicably.
After putting away the two copies of the agreement, Xia Yiqing stood up, her back seeming to be hunched.
"Lead the way."
Her voice was a little hoarse.
Luo Miao remained polite, "The Third Master's death anniversary hasn't arrived yet, so please wait a few more months, Director Xia."
Before leaving, Luo Miao's foot had already crossed the threshold, but he suddenly said something.
"If you have someone you like, you can also bring them to the Third Master for him to see, so that he can... check them out."
On a rainy morning, Xia Yiqing changed into a dark suit early.
She turned the scarf over to the bluish-purple side and put it on.
The star watch on my wrist seemed to have some kind of sensitivity. It broke down yesterday and I asked someone to repair it, but the repairman didn't dare to touch it.
He was told that the price was very high, and when he heard that Xia Yiqing had no substitute, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and ran away.
The hour hand stopped at nine, which roughly matched the time when Qi Hanmu was confirmed to have passed away.
Thinking it was God's will, Xia Yiqing did not untie the watch strap.
Just seeing the black and white photo on the tombstone, she stood there for a long time, motionless, like a statue.
Raindrops fell on my shoulders, but Xiao An and Luo Miao didn't come over.
The raindrops gradually increased in weight, turning into silver threads that pierced Xia Yiqing's heart like needles.
So cool.
She shook herself slightly.
That day, Qi Hanmu was outside the coffee shop in the snow. Wasn't it also very cold?
yes.
The snow falls on your body, is warmed by your body temperature and melts away. How can you not feel cold?
Xiao An couldn't bear to watch it anymore, his eyes were slightly moist, and he quickly walked forward to hold an umbrella for Xia Yiqing.
Unexpectedly, before she got close, she saw the body that was wet in the rain sway, and then his knees bent, and with a bang, he knelt on the ground.
Water splashed all over the ground.
The originally precious dark material was also obviously soaked.
Xia Yiqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a white particle touched the end of her eyelashes.
I don't know when, it started snowing.
Snowflakes were flying everywhere, as if fairies in the sky were blowing bubbles, but because Xiao An was blocking the view of Xia Yiqing, there was no trace of snowflakes.
Xia Yiqing's heart trembled with a creaking sound, and then began to beat violently.
This is the Third Master's day.
She was in front of him.
He has always loved her the most.
Would he...come to see her?
The falling snow covered the sky and completely obscured the little bit of sunlight that was already there.
In front of that man's grave, Xia Yiqing's hands and feet began to feel numb, and her legs almost began to have nervous tremors.
She knew very well that this body, which had not been exercised, was reaching its limit.
Is this why the Third Master came to see her?
My heartbeat was like a drum beating rhythm on my eardrum.
"Third Master..."
She almost couldn't help but call out.
Her voice was soft and sweet, just like when they first met, she offered him an umbrella with a curved eye.
Xia Yiqing forced herself to calm down and said, "Xiao An, hold the umbrella for the Third Master. He's not feeling well. Don't let him get wet."
Xiao An behind him looked embarrassed.
Is their Director Xia... mentally ill?
Helplessly, Xia Yiqing insisted, so Xiao An had to take a few steps forward and hold the umbrella above the tombstone.
"The Third Master is behind..." Xia Yiqing turned around and saw Luo Miao's tall figure coming against the light.
Although Luo Miao and Qi Hanmu are similar in build, Xia Yiqing will definitely not make a mistake.
She has been waiting for so many years, and even when her pillow is wet with tears in the middle of the night, she still insists on dreaming. How could she mistake the person she wants to see?
"It's you."
Luo Miao did not simply comfort him. He held the umbrella stiffly and said in a subtle tone, "Mr. Xia,
"That's not necessary. The Third Master would be sad if he knew you were like this. Forget about him and start over."
When the wind blows, the fragrance of silver osmanthus wafts over.
It is clearly the snowy season, but the silver osmanthus trees all over the mountains are still standing tall, with osmanthus flowers faintly blooming on them. It is truly a rare spectacle.
Luo Miao's hand holding the umbrella was a little numb. He explained calmly, "Before the Third Master passed away, during his final moments, he specifically instructed that the silver osmanthus tree and the musical fountain in Yiyuan be well maintained."
Seeing that Xia Yiqing didn't react, Luo Miao even made a harmless joke.
"It's just that the money was originally paid from the Third Master's charity fund. Now that you've signed the estate transfer agreement, the money will be deducted from you."
Xia Yiqing froze for a moment, then nodded.
She stood on tiptoe and tried to touch the flower.
If the silver osmanthus tree is mature and not pruned, it will be at least three meters tall, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, these silver osmanthus trees have been dwarfed, and it is obvious that someone takes care of them regularly.
Luo Miao's voice still couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "If you like this osmanthus tree, you can pick some osmanthus flowers or cassia twigs to take back. It has good meaning."
After Xia Yiqing's white fingertips touched the silver flower, she somehow curled up her fingers and slowly retracted them.
After all, this was the silver osmanthus that Qi Hanmu planted specifically for her.
Let these trees bloom well, as if that person is still here, watching her quietly.
Xia Yiqing stayed in Yiyuan tonight.
Luo Miao did not try to stop her, but bowed silently to her, "Third Master can see your sincerity and will definitely bless you."
It was still the familiar bedroom, but when I looked around, there was no trace of the ventilator.
Even Qi Hanmu's clothes in the corner had been cleaned up long ago.
A trace of pain flashed across Xia Yiqing's eyes, as if not even a trace of Qi Hanmu's presence was left in this room.
But if you mention Third Master in Jiangcheng, maybe no one will recognize him.
This is, of course, an exaggeration.
After all, everyone knows that Qi Hanying will succeed his elder brother.
Thunder roared in the middle of the night, and a dazzling white light came from the window, almost blinding Xia Yiqing's eyes.
She squinted her eyes and in a trance, she saw the thin man coughing and stumbling towards her.
With a push of her hand, Xia Yiqing immediately turned over and got off the bed. Without even putting on her shoes, she staggered towards the door.
Is he here?
Could it be him?
"Don't be impatient," the voice was gentle and elegant, just like when he approached her with the engagement three years ago. The man's face was pale, his lips were an unhealthy purple, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"You're not wearing shoes, and the ground is cold. What if you catch a cold?"
Xia Yiqing's heart was pounding. Looking at those eyes, her heart was surging like the tide, constantly rising and falling, washing over the beach of memories that belonged to them.
Her heart almost stopped beating in her chest, and Xia Yiqing's face was already covered with tears.
She wanted to hug Qi Hanmu and say, "Third Master, I knew you were still alive. You were just angry with me and didn't dare to see me. I was wrong. I will never have any contact with Chen Wen again."
But looking at the white shadow in front of her, Xia Yiqing didn't dare to move, and just let the tears flow silently.
She was so afraid that everything in front of her was just a dream.
Since it was a dream, she would eventually wake up. Perhaps, if she went up to hug Qi Hanmu, or said something to him, this beautiful dream would slowly dissipate from her sight, like a butterfly flapping its wings, flying to the end of the sky and never to be found again.
Qi Hanmu raised his hand and placed it on Xia Yiqing's cheek, but she could not feel any warmth.
The place where the skin touched was extremely cold, like being suddenly touched by a piece of ice that had been covered for a long time.
"Qingqing," Qi Hanmu looked at her with gentle eyes, like the cool moonlight like water.
"Our destiny in this life has ended. If we are destined to meet again in the next life, we will see each other then."
Xia Yiqing's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart almost stopped beating again, "Third Master!"
Seeing Qi Hanmu slowly disappearing from her feet, she reached out desperately, wanting to grab Qi Hanmu to stop him from disappearing.
Unfortunately, no matter what I do, it doesn't help.
In the blink of an eye, Qi Hanmu's legs and below disappeared into thin air. His eyelids half drooped as he looked at her with a look of doting that they were familiar with in the past, and a hint of regret that was so quick that it was almost imperceptible.
Xia Yiqing was a little dazed. She looked up at him blankly, her lips open, unable to utter a word.
In the end, Qi Hanmu disappeared completely, leaving only a few soft words that were carried by the wind to Xia Yiqing's ears.
"We will definitely meet again."
The night was as cold as water, but it was quiet outside. Even the sound of snowflakes falling on the windowsill could be heard clearly. Xia Yiqing had no strength left and knelt on the ground.
There were a few faint traces of tears on her face, but the tears had long since dried up.
The person in front of her disappeared, and her dream was about to end.
In the dim morning light, Xia Yiqing blinked slowly. The sun shone right into her eyes, blinding her for a moment.
Somehow, Xia Yiqing's heart started pounding again.
She suddenly felt a fishy-sweet taste in her throat. Before she could react, warmth overflowed from the corners of her mouth. She wiped it with her hand and saw bright red blood.
Xia Yiqing was not surprised by the dull pain in her upper abdomen.
In recent years, she has not eaten three meals on time and always goes to bed very late. She has had stomach problems for a long time.
He was diagnosed with an ulcer last year and has suffered from it frequently since then. He has become half-accustomed to the pain that Qi Hanmu endured, always with his brows drooping and lips pursed.
The vision in front of her suddenly became blurry, and the taste of rust surged up in Xia Yiqing's throat, forcing her to open her lips and vomit blood mouthful by mouthful.
The room had wooden floors, and the blood seeped down, leaving behind a large dark area with only a faint hint of red.
Xia Yiqing mustered up her last bit of strength and raised her sleeve to wipe away the bloodstains, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it clean.
Not far away, Xiao An's call seemed to be in her ears, but she suddenly lost consciousness and fell backwards.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Luo Miao, who looked several times younger, without a single fine line on her face. She was full of energy and said, "Miss Xia, Third Master invites you in. He has something to say to you."
Turning around, I saw that the decorations here were all exquisite. There were three or four antique shelves with many antiques on them. Where else could it be if not Quanshanju?
Xia Yiqing looked up and stared at the rosewood and silver-covered box door. Her heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of her throat.
"Secretary Luo, the Third Master is inside. He's here to resolve the Xia family's crisis, right?"
Luo Miao lowered his head and said respectfully, "Once you see the Third Master inside, you'll understand."
The door of the box slowly opened. Although it was less than half a meter away, when they looked up, they felt that three years had passed.
"Miss Xia," the pair of phoenix eyes hidden behind the silver-rimmed lenses were calm. Qi Hanmu's face was pale, serious, and his chin tilted to the side.
"Please sit down."
The Xia Yiqing from before was uneasy. She pinched the corner of her clothes and sat on a sofa far away from Qi Hanmu.
Now her eyes were hot, and she didn't care about the rules. She ran away. Her high heels made no sound on the carpet. It didn't take much effort for her to quickly come to Qi Hanmu and throw herself into his arms.
"Third Master." Qi Hanmu was wondering what was going on, but her voice brought him back to his senses, and the man's cold expression mostly disappeared.
He raised his hand hesitantly and gently brushed Xia Yiqing's shoulder without saying a word.
Could it be that Xia Yiqing also remembered their encounter and was willing to get closer to him?
Luo Miao had already lowered his head and walked out at Qi Hanmu's signal.
"you……"
With the beautiful girl in his arms, Qi Hanmu pondered for a moment, frowned, and couldn't even utter a single decent word.
Instead, Xia Yi sniffed and gently put her arm around Qi Hanmu's shoulders. Seeing that he was about to cough, she gently stroked his back, "Third Master, I missed you."
The girl's tone was warm and her voice was soft, but it undoubtedly caused ripples in Qi Hanmu's heart.
Xia Yiqing moved her lips forward and gently touched the slightly cool corner of the man's lips.
She hugged the person, not noticing the flash of paranoia in Qi Hanmu's eyes.
His Qingqing.
Finally returned to his side.
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