Ling Ju thought Zhao Yanxiang was a really strange person.
When they first met, she hardly said a word throughout the entire meal. She just kept serving food to Wang Xueqing and sat next to him, gentle and generous, like a virtuous wife.
The second time we met, he was more aggressive and didn't seem very approachable.
Moreover, Yan Jinqun said that Wang Xueqing used tricks to marry Zhao Yanxiang.
After two contacts, she felt that Zhao Yanxiang was not the kind of person who would just follow her husband wherever he went. Perhaps there was some inside story.
Seeing Ling Ju's worried look, Song Qi quickly changed the subject, "Brother Yan, what are your plans for the New Year?"
Yan Jinqun laughed helplessly. "We'll keep everything simple this year. No one wants to celebrate the holidays with Lao Wu like this. But no matter what, Lao Wu can still save his life. As long as he's alive, there's a chance."
Song Qi also nodded, "Brother Yan, if you need any help, just tell me, whether it's me or my brother."
"Thank you, Song Qi. By the way, do you have any plans tonight? Stay for dinner! My mom has been complaining lately, asking why Orange didn't come and no one is talking to her."
Ling Ju had no objection. She had a special feeling for Zhao Qi and was quite willing to chat with her.
"Okay, no problem."
Because Song Qi and Ling Ju stayed for dinner, Zhao Qi was very happy and cooked for them himself.
After asking Ling Ju about her taste, I made four dishes and a soup.
During the meal, he frequently took care of Ling Ju and smiled more often.
Song Qi sighed that his wife really had a kind of magic. She never tried to please anyone deliberately, but many elders liked her very much.
When Ling Ju came, she brought some supplements for Zhao Qi, including a box of red ginseng that Sun Yun had given her when she was in confinement.
Red ginseng can replenish qi and blood, and is very good for women. She, Tian Mei and Chen Chun all ate some and felt that it worked very well. There was only one box left at home, so she gave it to Zhao Qi.
"Orange, I have a bad memory. If it's not too much trouble for you, could you please write me a small note? I will eat it well."
"No problem!" Ling Ju agreed readily.
As soon as he put away the pen, Zhao Qi was stunned when he looked at her note.
"Old Yan, take a quick look. The handwriting of this Orange is almost identical to that of our fourth child."
After Zhao Qi finished speaking, everyone sitting on the sofa came over to look.
Yan Gaojian put on his reading glasses, looked at it once, took off his glasses and looked again, very surprised, "Boss, you should take a look too."
Yan Jinqun took it over and said, "Yes, it's so similar! Orange and our family are truly destined to be together! If Orange hadn't been standing here, I would have thought this was really my sister's handwriting!"
Ling Ju was also quite surprised, "Are they really that similar?"
"Like, Boss, go to the study and find your sister's letter, and show it to Orange."
Yan Jinqun hurried upstairs, and Ling Ju stood aside, feeling a little at a loss, but also a little curious and nervous.
Song Qi looked at Ling Ju, and from time to time at Yan Gaojian and his wife, and had a strange idea in his mind.
Yan Jinqun quickly went downstairs and took out a few letters that Yan Jinqi had sent home when he was still alive.
The envelope has already turned yellow and wrinkled, and it can be seen that it is quite old.
Zhao Qi slowly opened the envelope, took it out and handed it to Ling Ju. When Ling Ju saw the handwriting, her heart started beating like a drum.
The traditional Chinese characters on it danced with the same fluidity as her own, without any effort, even tilting slightly to the left, with the emphasis on the strokes. This couldn't be called similar, only identical.
Ling Ju looked at the letter. Every word was filled with concern for her parents and brothers. Suddenly, a sense of sadness and desolation arose in her heart.
A picture appeared in her mind: in a straw house, Yan Jinqi, dressed in tattered clothes and with a haggard face, was sitting at a shabby table, half-squatting and writing this letter.
Before I knew it, tears filled my eyes.
Everyone present noticed her abnormality. Song Qi walked behind her and patted her gently, "Orange?"
Ling Ju looked up and realized everyone was looking at her. She took a deep breath and said, "Sorry for making fun of me. I've been feeling a bit sensitive lately. Seeing such beautiful words and words filled with longing for family, I felt the same way."
Zhao Qi's eyes also turned red. "This is the last letter sent back by my fourth child."
The originally warm atmosphere was unknowingly filled with endless sadness.
Yan Jinqun saw that the atmosphere was not good, so he immediately changed the subject and talked about the weather during the New Year and the policies for the coming year, which turned the atmosphere around.
Ling Ju and Song Qi chatted with the Yan family for a while, looked at Yan Jintang, and then left the Yan family.
Zhao Qi stood by the window. After watching the two leave, he turned back to look at Yan Gaojian and said, "Old Yan, they obviously look completely different, but when Orange is next to me, I always feel like I see the shadow of our fourth child. Even the smell of them is the same. Every time I smell that scent, I feel a lot better."
Yan Gaojian hugged Zhao Qi's arm and said, "You just miss our fourth daughter so much. Find some time to go see her."
Yan Jinqun looked at his parents by the window, turned around and went into Yan Jintang's bedroom without saying a word.
Because people are prone to muscle atrophy if they lie down for a long time, Li Shiming asked him to massage Yan Jintang from time to time, turn him over, change the sheets and bedding frequently, and wash his body frequently.
He took on all these tasks and didn't let anyone else interfere.
He muttered to himself.
"Lao Wu, please wake up quickly. Mom is on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for Orange, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on."
"Old Fifth, I went to visit the graves of your second brother, third brother, and fourth sister, and asked them to bless you to get better soon!"
"Fifth Brother, the Song family has done so much for us. You have to get better and repay this favor, okay? Especially Ling Ju and Uncle Li. Yes, that's the Li Shiming who's been crazy for so many years. If it weren't for them, you might not even be able to hold on to this last breath."
"Fifth Brother, I'm getting old. If you don't get better, what will happen to this huge family business? I've spent so many years paving the way for you. I can't let it go to waste."
"Old Five, your driver is a traitor. He was the one who poisoned you. You even bought him a house so he could live there. I checked through multiple connections and found out he's Wang Xueqing's cousin. He's almost a fifth cousin. Wang Xueqing is also in my custody. I also think Wang Xueqing's wife is something special, but I haven't found anything unusual."
"Old Five, Old Five..."
Yan Jinqun was talking to himself while giving Yan Jintang a massage. When he told Yan Jintang that Ling Ju and Yan Jinqi's handwriting were exactly the same, he felt Yan Jintang's legs seemed to move slightly, but when he spread his legs and looked at him again, there was no response for a long time.
He guessed that his eyesight was blurry and he was old.
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