Xiang Sheng's mind was shaken, and he said sadly, "...When did it happen?"
"Six years ago."
Fourteen looked at Xiang Sheng with a smile on his face and an unusually calm tone: "Since we parted ways with the Xiang family, Sister Qinji and I have been staying in Dushui City, hoping that one day we can see you again.
Sister Qinji's cultivation was slightly higher than mine. She died at the age of 150, and passed away peacefully."
As he spoke, Fourteen groped around beside the pillow for a while, took out a red jade hairpin, and handed it over: "This hairpin was the most precious thing she had in her life. Now it can be considered as being returned to its rightful owner."
Xiang Sheng stared blankly at the jade hairpin in Fourteen's hand, and his memory was suddenly brought back to the afternoon a hundred years ago when the three of them went to the market at the foot of the mountain together.
At that time, she bought this hairpin as a gift to Qinji just to build a good relationship with him and make it easier to find out about Xiang Hongyu's relationship.
This gift was not given sincerely, but Qin Ji treasured it throughout his life, and even today, a hundred years later, it still shines brightly.
Xiang Sheng remained silent as he took the jade hairpin and held it in his hand.
At first, she didn't like Qin Ji and was even wary of her, treating her as a tool to deal with Xiang Hongyu.
Just because I gave her a little light, she resolutely gave up her originally stable life and waded into the muddy water.
"You don't have to blame yourself."
Fourteen whispered in a soothing voice, "How many people in this world can live to this age like Sister Qinji and me? This life has been wonderful enough for mortals like us with dull talents. I can die without regrets."
As Fourteen spoke, his eyes grew dimmer, his obsession faded, and the vitality in his body dissipated at an accelerated rate.
Xiang Sheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately took out a bottle of Yuanquan and was about to pour it into Fourteen's mouth, but Fourteen grabbed his wrist and shook his head slightly.
"Miss Sheng, I've...had enough of living."
Fourteen's eyes were filled with a relieved smile, and he went back to the old way of addressing her when they first met: "I've made Sister Qinji wait for me for six years. It's time to go meet her."
Xiang Sheng clenched the jade bottle tightly, and it froze in mid-air. His eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Can't you stay with me for a few more words?"
"Miss Sheng, you still have a wider world to explore."
Fourteen’s tone became softer and softer: “Sister Keqinji, I’m the only one left.
In this life, I, fourteen, am so lucky to have met you and Sister Qinji.
But I... am still greedy... Miss Sheng... can you do me another favor?"
The same red glow appeared on Fourteen's face, and it was already a state of last glow.
He tightly grasped Xiang Sheng's hand, his eyes wide open: "Sister Qinji must have... reincarnated, I think..."
Fourteen was no longer able to say the rest.
Sadness flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he spoke softly, which was then blown away by the wind.
"I promise."
Fourteen immediately let go of Xiang Sheng's hand, smiled, closed his eyes, and passed away suddenly.
…
The next day, blacksmith Chen returned to the shop full of anxiety and walked quickly to the backyard with his limping leg.
Fengfeng's eyes lit up when she heard the noise. She quickly came out of the house, calling out happily, "Daddy!"
"Fengfeng!"
Blacksmith Chen screamed, and immediately took two steps at a time, hugged his daughter's small body tightly, and cried bitterly.
"Fengfeng, Daddy thought he would never see you again!"
“Fengfeng…”
The man's sobbing was like the sound of the wind, which was heartbreaking. Fengfeng also choked up and gently hugged her father's neck, comforting him like an adult: "Daddy, it's okay, Fengfeng is here, Fengfeng is here..."
Blacksmith Chen cried bitterly in his daughter's arms, finally pouring out all the fear he had suffered in the past two days and quickly cheered up.
Having escaped death, he happily cooked a table full of dishes, and even his temperament became much more cheerful than before.
"Daddy, you seem to have changed."
Fengfeng held the bowl and said whatever she wanted to say.
"Yeah, haha..."
Blacksmith Chen laughed out loud and touched his daughter's head lovingly. "Daddy just figured something out. Life is short. From now on, Fengfeng can do whatever she wants. Daddy won't stop her."
"real?!"
Feng Feng's eyes lit up, "So you promised to teach me sword skills?"
"Learn! Whatever Fengfeng wants to learn, Daddy will teach you."
Blacksmith Chen used to strictly abide by his ancestral teachings, passing sword skills to males and not females. Now... screw the ancestral teachings!
He just wanted to do everything he could to fulfill his daughter's wishes while he was alive.
"Also, if you want to go see Grandpa Fourteen next door, Daddy won't stop you."
Blacksmith Chen's face stiffened slightly when he spoke of this. "But you're still not allowed to touch the stove. If you want to make something, just tell Dad and he'll cook it."
Blacksmith Chen took the initiative to bring up this matter, thinking that his daughter would be even happier, but Fengfeng pursed her lips, looked listless, and almost cried out loud.
Blacksmith Chen immediately felt something was wrong, so he stood up and looked outside the door. Sure enough, he saw a white silk hanging in front of the door of the next yard.
"Fourteenth Uncle..."
Blacksmith Chen felt heavy in his heart. At the age of fourteen, it would not be an exaggeration for him to call him grandpa. It was just a name he had used when he was a teenager and it was not so easy to change.
According to my father, my fourteenth uncle settled in the east of the city during my grandfather's generation and took good care of their blacksmith shop.
My father often said that after a hundred years of ups and downs, if it weren’t for Uncle Fourteen and Aunt Qinji’s repeated rescue, their family’s inheritance would have been cut off long ago.
But in his generation, his Fourteenth Uncle was already old, and he had to take care of his Fourteenth Uncle more. Over time, he got tired of it.
Now that he had come back from the gates of hell, his mood was very different. When he saw the white silk hanging, he immediately felt a surge of regret in his heart.
He turned around and picked up Fengfeng, "Let's go and pay our respects to your Fourteenth Grandfather."
Fengfeng had tears in her eyes, she sobbed, nodded and said okay.
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