Chapter 839 Like a Silent Farewell
Snow began to fall from the night sky again sometime during the night.
The first month of the lunar calendar is drawing to a close, and spring is just around the corner. Logically, this snow shouldn't have fallen.
Perhaps it was because God remembered that honest man had once said: "Yangyang, isn't the snow in the north city beautiful?"
That was several years ago.
What was Le Yan's response at that time?
Oh, she said: Brother Sheng, when it snows next winter, I'll bring you here to stay for a while. I'll take you skiing and to see the ice sculptures!
Lin Minsheng smiled and agreed, saying he was looking forward to it.
However, year after year, Le Yan never managed to do it.
Because Le Yan was afraid that Lin Minsheng would find out about her embarrassing and miserable situation, she kept delaying it year after year.
Lin Minsheng probably knew that Le Yan's life in the entertainment industry wasn't as glamorous and successful as she claimed, so he never brought up Beicheng Xue again over the years.
This honest man lived a hard life, always diligent and conscientious. He was used to giving, but never truly fought for anything for himself. His first time leaving his hometown for a big city like Beicheng, he didn't even have time to open his eyes to see the snow in this city, nor did he get to see his daughter one last time.
He ended his short and simple life in this city where his daughter had placed her dreams.
In the quiet carriage, Le Yan pressed her body against the door, watching the downy snowflakes falling from the sky outside the window.
Snowflakes fell one by one, like a silent farewell.
Her tears fell silently, but her heart felt empty and numb.
Le Yan felt unfilial. The villa she promised to build for Lin Minsheng hadn't been completed yet, and the snow she promised to take him to see hadn't been seen either. As a daughter, she felt truly unfilial!
At this point, feelings of self-blame and regret seem pale.
Fu Nian'an sat beside her, looking at her quiet and silent appearance, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart, yet she was also helpless.
In the face of death, all of humanity's abilities and power seem insignificant.
Fu Nian'an tried almost everything he could, using all available resources, but still couldn't keep Lin Minsheng.
In the face of death, humanity remains utterly vulnerable.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
It was Shen Qingshu who called.
Fu Nian'an rejected the call and sent Shen Qingshu a message: "I'm with her on the way to the hospital. Don't worry, you and Dad."
How could Shen Qingshu not be worried?
Although she hadn't officially met Le Yan, Shen Qingshu had already investigated everything about her.
She knew how important Lin Minsheng was to Le Yan.
Shen Qingshu replied to the message: 【Take good care of her. Make proper arrangements for Mr. Lin's funeral. I heard that people in Mincheng value returning to their roots after death, and there are many customs associated with funerals. Please inquire about them carefully. If you need any help, just let me know, okay?】
Fu Nian'an replied, "Okay, thank you, Mom. I will make proper arrangements for Uncle Lin's funeral."
The message was sent, and the Maybach just drove into the hospital's underground parking garage.
The car stopped, Chu Xing got out, went around to the back seat, and opened the back door.
Fu Nian'an got out of the car first, then turned to help Le Yan, saying, "Yan Yan, we've arrived."
Le Yan turned her head and met Fu Nian'an's gaze. She paused for a moment, then reached out and took Fu Nian'an's hand, using his help to get out of the car.
Her hands were very cold.
Fu Nian'an frowned slightly, took the coat Chu Xing handed over, and draped it over Le Yan's shoulders.
Le Yan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She glanced at her coat and slowly raised her head.
The woman's eyes were red-rimmed, and before the tear tracks on her face had dried, new tears slid down her cheeks.
She was very quiet, but her tears never stopped on the way from the opera house.
Fu Nian'an looked at her, her heart aching with heartache.
"Yangyang, I'm here too." Fu Nian'an raised her hand and gently wiped away her tears with her fingertips.
Le Yan nodded blankly.
Fu Nian'an put his arm around her and walked into the elevator.
Lin Minsheng's body has been moved to the morgue.
Fu Nian'an took Le Yan to claim the body.
It was very cold in the morgue, but Leyan stopped crying the moment she stepped inside.
Hospital staff gave Leyan some files and a statement to claim her body.
Le Yan's mind was in complete chaos; she couldn't even read the words clearly.
Feeling lost and helpless, she instinctively looked at Fu Nian'an for help.
Fu Nian'an saw trust and reliance in Le Yan's eyes at that moment.
"I've seen everything, I can sign it," Fu Nian'an said in a low voice.
Le Yan grasped the pen and shakily signed her name on the statement.
Lin Leyan.
She never imagined that these three words would be signed in this way.
The staff member took the statement out.
Fu Nian'an asked Chu Xing to arrange the hearse and the private jet.
Lin Minsheng's funeral arrangements will definitely be held in his hometown.
Le Yan walked to Lin Minsheng's side and gently lifted the white cloth.
Lin Minsheng closed his eyes, his face peaceful, but the abnormal whiteness still indicated his departure.
Le Yan's gaze slowly shifted to his shaved head, which was still wrapped in gauze.
As she looked at it, she suddenly smiled, "Why did you shave off all of Sheng-ge's most prized hair..."
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but tears still fell unexpectedly.
A few drops fell on Lin Minsheng's pale face.
Le Yan hurriedly reached out to wipe away the tears that had fallen on Lin Minsheng's face.
"Brother Sheng, my performance tonight was a great success. I'm really famous now. I can finally stand tall and tell everyone that I am Lin Leyan. I can tell everyone that your daughter, Lin Minsheng, is an actress. She's not just a pretty face. She can bring you to Beicheng openly and generously. We were so close. Why... why didn't you wait for me?"
“I made money, I was planning to build you a big villa, how could this happen… why didn’t you wait for me… Now that you’re gone, who will make me preserved vegetables anymore? Now that you’re gone, my household registration will only have me on it… I haven’t even called you ‘Dad’ yet, didn’t you say you’d hear me call you ‘Dad’ the day I win Best Actress? Was I too stupid and too slow? You didn’t want to wait for me…”
Le Yan chattered on and on, until she was almost incoherent by the end.
The temperature in the morgue was very low, and Fu Nian'an was afraid that Le Yan's body could not withstand it, so she half-persuaded and half-coaxed her out of the morgue.
As soon as she left the morgue, Le Yan's body trembled uncontrollably due to the low temperature.
Fu Nian'an held her hands in his palms to warm them. "I asked Chu Xing to arrange a private jet. Uncle Lin's funeral will be handled back in his hometown. I've already spoken to the troupe about it. The next performance is on the 12th. Teacher Miao said it's okay if we can't make it; the troupe can adjust the schedule."
"There are still 6 days left." Le Yan blinked her moist eyelashes. "There's enough time."
Fu Nian'an stopped trying to persuade her. In fact, the more Le Yan faced with such an unchangeable grief and death, the busier she was might be.
"Yang Yang!"
Le Yan looked up when she heard the sound.
Lin Xiangyu and A Xia walked briskly from the other end of the corridor.
The moment Le Yan saw Lin Xiangyu, all the emotions she had been holding back exploded.
She broke free from Fu Nian'an's embrace and ran over to hug Lin Xiangyu.
"Xiangyu, Sheng-ge is gone, I have no father anymore..."
Lin Xiangyu held her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Yangyang, you still have me, and Mr. Fu, we will all be with you..."
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Chu Xing is extremely efficient. The application for a private jet route usually takes one to two days, but this time, due to the special circumstances, the route was approved before dawn.
As dawn broke, Fu Nian'an took Pei Leyan directly to the airport.
News of Lin Minsheng's death had already reached his hometown.
The neighbors all had a good impression of Lin Minsheng and knew that Lin Minsheng had no relatives other than his adopted daughter, Leyan.
The villagers are all warm-hearted people. Before Lin Minsheng even returned to his hometown, the funeral preparations had already begun under the leadership of the village chief.
According to local custom, the body of a person who dies away from home cannot be brought back home. Instead, it must be placed in a coffin at a designated location at the entrance of the village, and the funeral will be held in the village's communal activity area.
In my hometown, every village has a plot of land used for funerals and weddings. Occasionally, on certain traditional anniversaries, the village will set up a stage and invite Taiwanese opera troupes to perform.
In my hometown, funerals also include song and dance performances because they believe that since people come into this world and suffer all kinds of hardships, they should leave in a grand and glorious manner. The entire funeral process usually lasts three days, and a Buddhist monk will be invited to perform a ritual to help the soul of the deceased ascend to the Pure Land and enjoy bliss, thus protecting their descendants.
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