Chapter 96 It’s hard not to suspect that their parents’ death is related to them
Yan Nuo was angry when he saw the annoying person appearing in front of his parents' grave.
"Don't go over there yet." As she was about to step forward, Fu Shangbei held her shoulders and led her behind a tree trunk where it was less visible. From this position, he could clearly see everything Yan Sidi did in the cemetery, but it would be difficult for her to notice anyone was there.
"I'm worried that she will be disrespectful to my parents' tombstone." Yan Nuo felt deeply nervous, and her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but twist together. She looked at her husband who was stopping her in confusion, with grievance and worry in her bright eyes.
"Look what she is holding in her right hand." Fu Shangbei directed Yan Nuo to look.
Yan Sidi held a bouquet of carnations in her right hand. If Yan Nuo didn't look carefully from her direction, he wouldn't have noticed that she was holding flowers.
Seeing the bouquet of flowers, Yan Nuo really lost the desire to move forward. He looked at Yan Sidi who was standing motionless in front of the tombstone in confusion.
"Wife, were our parents very good to her when they were alive?" Fu Shangbei always hits the nail on the head.
This made Yan Nuo suddenly enlightened, and the beautiful memories of when her parents took her back to the old house to see her grandfather when she was very young emerged in her mind.
At that time, when she returned to the old house, Yan Sidi would still take her to play and run around in the old house. Later, Zhang Xiuli saw it and spanked Yan Sidi, and Yan Sidi never interacted with her again.
"After my dad married mom, he got grandpa's permission to move out and live in Yinwan Mansion. Every month, dad would take mom and me back to the old house to visit grandpa, and every time he would bring back lots of gifts for the children in the old house. I wouldn't say my parents were good to Yan Haisong and the others, but they were very good to the children, especially the girls, because my mom especially liked girls and prepared more elaborate gifts for them than for boys. After I was ten, this kind of thing never happened again."
"Perhaps Yan Sidi came here because she remembers how good her parents were to her. If she came here to cause trouble, she would have brought people with her, not flowers."
Yan Nuo agreed with his analysis. The flowers Yan Sidi brought were still carnations.
"My mother's favorite flower is lilies, but when she left, she asked me to give her carnations, so I always bring carnations when I come."
"Wife, I have a question but I don't know whether I should ask it." Fu Shangbei said softly.
Yan Nuo hummed: "Ask."
Fu Shangbei lowered his eyes to look at his wife, and opened his thin lips slightly: "It's your parents' memorial day, and your grandmother won't come to pay respects?"
"She said she couldn't bear to look at my father's tombstone and black-and-white photos. It was heartbreaking and she didn't want to accept the fact that my father had passed away. Also... because my parents were buried together, she didn't want to see my mother."
Yan Nuo didn't care whether the old lady came to pay her respects or not. If she didn't come, it would make his parents' grave quieter.
"Where are your uncles?"
Yan Nuo raised the corner of his lips sarcastically. "If my grandmother still has some affection for my father, then my three uncles completely ignored my father's memorial service. At my parents' funeral, they didn't even attend as family members. Instead, they were busy taking my father's lawyer away to divide up the property."
"It's hard not to suspect that my parents' deaths are related to such a heartless family." Fu Shangbei's black eyes seemed to contain a cold storm.
"I've thought about it before, but I don't know how to start." Yan Nuo's face was full of self-blame: "I'm afraid of meeting the wrong person, and I'm also afraid of getting into danger myself."
Fu Shangbei hugged her gently: "I will give you the answer."
Yan Nuo nodded and gritted his teeth: "If it really has something to do with them, I will never let them go."
At this time, Yan Sidi moved. She placed the carnations in front of the tombstone, then took out yellow paper from her handbag, put it in the basin where Yan Nuo burned paper money, and lit it with a lighter.
She was really worshipping.
Yan Nuo was both surprised and moved, and suddenly realized that his perception of Yan Sidi seemed too stereotyped. At this moment, Yan Sidi was not as stupid and arrogant as usual.
After burning the paper money, Yan Sidi wiped her face with her hands, looked up and around, and then left along a rugged path.
Yan Nuo frowned: "It takes one-third longer to go down the mountain from that path, and the road is particularly difficult to walk on."
"She must be worried about being seen here."
This further proves that she came to worship sincerely.
Yan Nuo sighed secretly in his heart. The greatest tragedy in Yan Sidi's life was that she had a mother like Zhang Xiuli.
"Hubby, let me tell you something. Yan Sidi's academic performance has never been good, but she is very talented in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When Grandpa was still alive, he would take her to paint and really enjoyed nurturing her. Unfortunately, Grandpa fell ill and passed away early, when we were six years old. Yan Sidi became an art student in high school. I went to the same high school as her, and I heard that her teacher said that if she performed normally, she could be admitted to a key art college in Jingxi City. In the end, when it came time to go to college, she went to a local third-tier art college. Jinghai's economy is prosperous, but when it comes to artistic atmosphere, Jingxi City still has to be the best."
"Did she perform poorly on the test?" Fu Shangbei was not interested in Yan Sidi's exam life, but Yan Nuo was so devoted in what he said that he could only agree.
Yan Sidi was no longer visible at this moment. Fu Shangbei took Yan Nuo's hand and walked towards the tombstone. He found the lighter in the haystack in the direction Yan Nuo pointed.
Putting the lighter into her bag, Yan Nuo continued, "No, she did well in the exam and could have gone to Jingxi Academy of Arts. It was Zhang Xiuli who didn't let her go."
"With a mother like this, if she doesn't resist, she'll never be able to escape her control." Fu Shangbei took Yan Nuo's handbag and changed the subject: "Let's go downstairs and meet up with our parents."
"Yes. Husband, if Yan Sidi encounters any trouble in the future, please help her if you encounter it."
"Just because she burns incense for our parents?"
"Isn't that enough? I'm afraid everyone else in the Yan family has forgotten that today is Mom and Dad's memorial day." Yan Nuo curled his lips bitterly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fu Shangbei agreed.
The couple had just walked downstairs for two minutes when they ran into Fu Zhengming who had come back to look for them. Fu Zhengming looked a little worried: "Didn't you say you wanted to get a lighter? What took you so long? Is Yanyan feeling unwell?"
"No, Dad. Shang Bei and I just met someone who came to pay respects to Mom and Dad, so we waited here for a while."
"Who is it? Did he go downstairs? Why didn't I see him? We should have kept him for dinner." Fu Zhengming looked at his son helplessly, thinking that he should have kept him.
"She left by another route and didn't have time." Yan Nuo explained, "Dad, let's go."
Fu Zhengming nodded.
Yan Family Old House
As Yan Sidi walked into the door, a feather duster flew towards her and hit her shoulder hard.
"Where were you in broad daylight? I asked you to wash my socks, but you didn't!" Zhang Xiuli's voice was filled with anger.
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