The jade is smooth and lustrous, shimmering with a green light under the gentle sunlight.
Very eye-catching,
"Where did you find it? How come I didn't see it?"
He Lin didn't answer. He slowly bent down and dug through the soil with his bare hands. Inside his mind was the past of how the two of them met...
Every little detail is so close, yet feels like a lifetime ago.
Gu Xiaoran stroked her head, even more puzzled.
"Is this jade truly from the goddess Nuwa? I've been here for many days, and I've never seen it before?"
Not getting a reply, Gu Xiaoran asked again, "Uncle, what are you doing digging this soil?"
He Lin still didn't answer, so Gu Xiaoran simply stopped asking.
Zhu Juan's act of becoming an invisible person is somewhat tragic.
She thought about how Gu Xiaoran and He Lin were father and son, and how He Lin and Li Wenshu were husband and wife.
Then I thought of the daughter Ye mentioned, the woman I had longed for for so long.
And the news of Gu Xiaoran's early death.
She couldn't help but let a series of thoughts flow...
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.
She glanced at Gu Xiaoran with heartache, then thought of Li Zheng and his wife, and her nose tingled with emotion.
She went alone to a tall tree, squatted down, and sat on the ground.
For some reason, her tears flowed uncontrollably.
This grief is for the young master.
His birth mother was right in front of him, but he didn't recognize her.
Standing before the grave, He Lin continued to weep.
Gu Xiaoran stretched out her little hand and started helping He Lin dig in the soil.
Uncle He Lin looked very sad and upset.
For some reason, he also felt sad.
Watching Uncle He Lin carefully place the jade stone into a square wooden box and then bury it bit by bit in the ground, he was filled with confusion.
"Uncle, why are you burying such a beautiful stone in the ground?"
He felt it was a bit of a pity.
"Her things should be returned," He Lin murmured, then took out a flask of strong liquor.
Half of the grave was collapsed, and then, he took a sip of water.
The strong liquor burned his throat, making him choke and bringing tears to his eyes.
"Uncle, if it hurts your throat, don't drink it." Gu Xiaoran tried to snatch the wine pot from He Lin, but He Lin tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in one gulp.
In a flash, he saw Shu'er approaching him from afar.
He Lin smiled, the corners of his lips curving upwards.
"Shu'er, Shu'er..."
He ran quickly to Shu'er and embraced her tightly.
But all they got was...
A phantom
Thump! He Lin leaned forward and sat down on the ground.
He stared at the spot where Shu'er had just stood, his breath coming in short gasps.
Gu Xiaoran caught up with him, "Uncle He Lin, your alcohol tolerance is just as bad as your great-uncle's. Let me help you up, let's go back."
Uncle He Lin was not only mentally unstable, but also unsteady on his feet, which made Gu Xiaoran worry.
He Lin remained seated on the ground, not getting up. Instead, he turned and pulled Gu Xiaoran into his arms, softly calling her name.
"Shu'er".
Gu Xiaoran forcefully broke free from He Lin's embrace.
In the blink of an eye, he saw his master standing straight on the hillside not far away.
Master's expression was serious and aloof.
His desolate appearance was exactly the same as Uncle He Lin's.
"Grandmaster..." Gu Xiaoran reached out and ran towards Li Zheng.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Ran shouldn't have run around and made you angry."
Gu Xiaoran's eyes dimmed.
Why is the adult world so complicated? Wouldn't it be better to just live happily?
Why do you always have to be so sad, making him sad too?
"No, Master is not angry. He is just anxious because he can't find Xiao Ran." Li Zheng picked up Gu Xiao Ran and walked towards the grave.
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