☆、Extra 35: He finally felt relieved to go find his lover (Jiang Yu Chapter)
From that moment on, we were separated by the ends of the earth, never to meet again.
Yin Yufeng never expected that when they met again, they would be separated by death, and he didn't even get to see her one last time.
In my memory, she is still that vibrant and lively girl.
It seems the scene shifts again, and the person in the eyes of the person later shows resentment and disdain towards him.
That day, the snow was falling heavily outside the window, and the ground was quickly covered by snow. He sat there blankly by the window, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, but it choked him painfully, making him feel as if he were coughing up his internal organs.
It's only been a year, just one year.
They've only been apart for a year, but it feels like several lifetimes have passed.
Time passed so long that he completely lost him.
He never set foot in that city again after that.
It wasn't until Yin Hanzhi looked at him, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something, that he finally asked him a question, as he rarely saw Yin Hanzhi like that.
Yin Hanzhi said that he seemed to have met someone who looked a lot like his mother.
For a split second, Yin Yufeng's heart trembled uncontrollably. He burned his fingers with the cigarette butt in his hand, but didn't feel the pain. "What do you mean?"
Having received an answer, he stepped into that city again after many years. He couldn't quite tell what he felt, but a throbbing pain was spreading through his heart.
Time is never a cure; it merely transforms grief into obsession, and the pain will still spread when the wind blows.
When he first saw the girl, he was completely stunned. Her appearance was almost identical to that of Jiang Yu when she was young.
That was Jiang Yu's later daughter; he was certain of it.
However, a question lingered in his mind: the girl not only resembled Jiang Yu, but her eyes also reflected his own.
He felt a vague sense of fear, though he didn't know what he was afraid of; he just desperately wanted to escape everything.
That might be a truth he couldn't accept—a truth that was too raw, too bloody, too cruel.
He escaped.
Even though I keep reassuring myself that it won't happen, the more I do that, the more I keep thinking about it.
Sometimes blood ties are truly amazing. He couldn't help but pay attention to the girl until the DNA report was in front of him, with the 99.99% figure in front of him. Only then did he finally understand what he had missed.
That was his child.
It was his and her child.
In the blink of an eye, we are worlds apart.
The child was radiant, still incredibly dazzling. He always saw her smiling, and the man surnamed Fu seemed to dote on her.
Like his Jiang Yu, she was ultimately betrayed by him.
He was so wicked that he dared not go forward to acknowledge the child.
He didn't know how to bring up those embarrassing past experiences, or how he had the right to ask her to call him "Dad."
Yin Yufeng finally had the courage to step onto Jiang Yu's tombstone. Every step he took felt like walking on a knife's edge. He deserved it.
His current situation is entirely his own fault.
The girl on the tombstone is still so vivid and lifelike, raising her eyebrows and smiling gently at him.
He knelt down and touched the girl's face on the tombstone with one hand, his voice choking with emotion, "I'm sorry, baby, I'm late."
The person in the photo still smiles gently and dignifiedly, as if smiling to say it's okay, or as if smiling to say it's not important anymore.
His heart ached terribly, and his voice trembled, "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't know."
However, a belated apology is useless.
He has passed away.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind: a long, long time ago, he had accompanied her to sweep the graves; back then, it was still them.
Long, long ago, they were so, so happy.
Now he is all alone.
He knelt before the grave and uttered a lot of incoherent words, without any coherence, just trying his best not to stop.
No matter what he said, the person on the tombstone just smiled gently at him.
Finally, he said, "My dear, if there is an afterlife, please don't meet me again." He paused, his eyes filled with barely suppressed sadness, "But I still long to meet you."
"If there is an afterlife, you can decide everything, okay?" His voice was very soft and ethereal, until it disappeared into the wind.
He still wanted to see her, regardless of whether they were together or not.
He had already noticed that his health was deteriorating, suffering from insomnia night after night and an uncontrollable cough, and perhaps there was no way to reverse it.
"Baby, wait for me a little longer, I'll come and be with you." After saying this, he got up, turned around, and left.
My heart felt desolate, as if the wind was leaking in from all sides.
But he still longed to hear that girl who looked so much like her call him "Dad" in person.
Even though my father is 23 years late.
Fortunately, he waited for it. The moment Li Muli shouted it out, he truly felt tears welling up in his eyes.
To lose something and then get it back is one of the most exciting things in the world.
He missed her past, but finally he has the opportunity to be a part of her future.
How lucky he is.
He also worried that Fu Chenyan might follow in his footsteps and let his daughter suffer the same fate.
They were so affectionate and happy, just like they used to be.
He witnessed firsthand how much Li Muli depended on that man, how much she trusted him, and how much she loved him.
She only prayed that Fu Chenyan would not let her down and that she would find happiness.
He hoped that his daughter could have everything that they, as elders, could not have.
That way, he can go find his Xiaoyu without worry.
Even though they lived a happy life, they never had children. He wondered if it was because of the lack of parental love Mu Li received as a child.
He asked her very seriously, "Mu Li, don't you plan to have children?"
Li Muli's eyes were also full of seriousness and sincerity, "Yes, I don't like children."
Well then, let the child handle his own affairs.
Li Muli, even though growing up alone is tough, she is still beautiful and radiant.
Heaven will make up for what it owes her.
She trusted Fu Chenyan, so he trusted that he would take good care of her.
She will definitely be happy.
He can finally go and be with his loved one without worry.
He's been so long late; I hope his loved one is doing well.
He lay on the bed with a faint smile on his lips, his eyes full of expectation, and murmured softly, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry I'm late. I love you. Wait for me a little longer."
When Yin Hanzhi found him, he was already dead. There was only one sentence on the table: "Bury my body with your mother."
Snowflakes began to fall outside the window again, and everything was covered in a white blanket.
He looked down at his father, who had weathered many storms in his life, a smile still playing on his lips—this was what he wanted.
I haven't been happy for so many years, but the only time I feel happiness is when I'm with her.
That's fine.
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