Xiao Hechuan tightened his grip on Liu Yin's hand and said in a strained voice, "I understand. Could you please take us there?"
"good."
Throughout the journey, everyone remained silent, with Liu Yin simply keeping Xiao Hechuan company in silence.
She was well aware that he was in a bad mood at the moment, but after this incident, there shouldn't be anything else to upset him.
The old man led the two to a wooden house and pointed, saying, "That's it."
The branches and leaves of the locust tree peeked out from the yard. Xiao Hechuan pushed open the door and was greeted by a yard full of bellflowers.
The pale blue flowers, tinged with purple, swayed gently in the breeze.
The flowers in the yard were in full bloom, and there were no traces of weeds on the ground. Xiao Hechuan knew that someone often came to clean this place.
He subconsciously turned to look at the door, watching the old man's figure gradually disappear into the distance, until finally only a black dot remained.
The man suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his eyes. Xiao Hechuan blinked and began to look upwards.
"Let's go in and take a look," Liu Yin said gently, shaking his hand.
"Mm." The man nodded in response and led Liuyin into the house.
The furnishings and decorations inside looked no different from those in Xiao's house, and the cups and saucers on the table were the same as those in his house.
Upon entering this place, Xiao Hechuan almost thought he had returned to the past.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and the man's voice choked with emotion, "If I hadn't come this time, would I have ever known that she was dead?"
Her mother always thought of him, but her father, like him, never visited her, and he only learned of her death several years later.
Liu Yin picked up a handkerchief, stood on tiptoe, and gently wiped away the man's tears. "Now you've come to see her, haven't you?"
According to the original plot, Xiao Hechuan had never been here before, and he was only told about his mother's death after he had committed a heinous act.
He must have been even more heartbroken when he learned about it.
After a period of silence, Xiao Hechuan began to clean up the things in the house and found many letters in his mother's room.
The clan elders took some, but there was still a lot left.
He opened them one by one and read them. The letters contained his life from the age of twenty-two to forty-seven, one letter a month. She must have been writing them for a long time.
The man put all the letters in a box and put it in the cupboard.
Liu Yin didn't know how to comfort him at this moment, but before she could speak, Xiao Hechuan calmed down on his own.
When the people in the neighborhood learned that Qiu Yun's son had returned, many came to visit him, and Xiao Hechuan went out to greet them all.
Judging from his appearance alone, it's hard to imagine that he had just cried not long ago.
In the stillness of the night, Xiao Hechuan pulled Liuyin into his arms, gently stroking her belly with one hand, and said firmly, "We won't do this again."
What Xiao Hechuan was talking about was his father and mother.
He knew from a young age that his parents had always loved each other, which is why he couldn't understand his mother's decision to leave the Xiao family.
Their father had always been good to them, so why did their mother leave? Little Xiao Hechuan kept thinking about this.
As Xiao Hechuan grew older, he gradually came to understand his mother's thoughts.
A person's heart can hold a limited amount of things. The father was always dedicated to making the Xiao family the strongest aristocratic family, and thus gradually neglected the mother's existence.
When he was just old enough to remember things, his father could still play with him, but later, he would only ask him about cultivation matters.
Perhaps the mother couldn't bear to see her former lover become so unfamiliar.
Her father had gradually stopped caring about her, and to avoid an embarrassing situation for herself later, her mother chose to leave first.
But in her heart, she still loved her father, and the furnishings in the wooden house were proof of that.
Perhaps because she understood her former husband too well, his mother had even prepared a way out for him.
“You won’t have the chance to do that,” Liu Yin said sweetly, looking up at him.
"Yes, that's true." Xiao Hechuan nodded in agreement. He certainly wouldn't be like his father.
The next day, Xiao Hechuan cleaned the kitchen, and the two of them settled in there.
At first, the man's cooking skills were not very good, so he asked the old lady next door for advice. After a few days, he was able to cook quite well.
Xiao Hechuan gets up early in the morning, practices swordsmanship in the courtyard for an hour, and then goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.
On ordinary days, he would take Liuyin out with him, and the children, who had never seen outsiders before, would gather around to watch them.
Xiao Hechuan would then smile and take out a packet of candy from his storage ring, sharing it with them.
After half a month, Xiao Hechuan had begun to adapt to his peaceful life.
He no longer carried any burdens; now, all he needed to care about was his wife and the child in her womb.
"Brother Hechuan, someone is looking for you."
Suddenly, a child's innocent voice came from outside the door. It sounded familiar, and Xiao Hechuan knew that it was the grandson of the old lady next door.
"Coming," the man said, raising his voice as he quickly approached the door.
The moment the door opened, Xiao Hechuan saw a somewhat familiar face; it was the person who had been accompanying his father.
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the little boy's face in front of him. "Xiao Wu, thank you for your help. Let's have dinner together tonight."
"Okay, then, Tsurukawa-nii, I'll be going now!"
Xiao Wu looked up at the two adults with strange expressions, but didn't think much of it, and skipped away.
Anyway, since it was the elder who asked him to bring these people, there shouldn't be any problems.
Upon seeing Xiao Hechuan's appearance, Xiao Rang was taken aback and didn't quite react.
In fact, Xiao Rang had never seen Xiao Hechuan since he left the Xiao family. Now that he saw him again, he found that he was somewhat different from before.
The cold aura that had been emanating from him had dissipated, and he actually seemed a bit gentler, which Xiao Rang found somewhat unusual.
Their eyes met, and a sudden silence fell over the air.
Xiao Hechuan spoke first, "Did he send you? What's the matter?"
His tone wasn't very friendly, and his words were somewhat casual, as if he no longer cared about Xiao Yuncheng.
Xiao Rang's heart sank, and he said in a deep voice, "The patriarch wants you to go back."
As he said this, Xiao Rang looked into the courtyard. Since the young master was here, the madam should be here too.
Xiao Hechuan could tell what he was thinking just by looking at the expression on his face. "No need to look, my mother is already dead."
“I’m doing very well here and have no plans to go back. I’d appreciate it if you could tell him that.”
"Don't bother me again unless it's absolutely necessary."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Hechuan closed the door and hurried to the kitchen.
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