Chapter 244: Although he is a domestic abuser, alcoholic, and a good man】
"Tiansheng and I won't go."
Luo Youfu said, "Since we are at your house, we should at least greet your parents first. You can take Xinxin for a walk. She doesn't know anyone in Beijing, and she has been bored at home lately."
"Okay."
Ye Qingyue didn't force it, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Besides, having Hong Xin is enough.
After drinking hot tea, Ye Qingyue asked Ye Feng to take Hong Tiansheng and Luo Youfu to the kitchen to say hello, and she took Hong Xin for a walk around the house.
Walking under the eaves, Hong Xin glanced over and said, "Your house is well renovated. Did you find a good craftsman?"
"Yes, my friend's family introduced it." Ye Qingyue nodded.
The two chatted and soon arrived at the backyard.
Ye Qingyue pushed open the doors of each room, briefly introducing the interior decoration and the efforts that the craftsmen had put into the house.
Hong Xin did not notice anything unusual, and followed Ye Qingyue, unknowingly arriving at the door of a remote small room.
Ye Qingyue pushed open the door, and a faint scent of candlelight mixed with sandalwood wafted out.
"Oh, sorry."
Ye Qingyue looked as if she had just realized what was going on, "This is my father's mourning hall..."
Before she finished speaking, Hong Xin subconsciously looked inside the house.
Opposite the door was a simple altar, on which were placed spirit tablets and...
portraits!
When Hong Xin saw that familiar face, displayed in black and white in front of her, she was shocked and subconsciously took a step back.
"Aunt Hong, are you okay?"
Ye Qingyue pretended to close the door. "I'm so sorry to let you see this on New Year's Day..."
"Pah."
However, before she closed the door, she pressed one hand on the door panel and slowly and firmly pushed the door open a little bit. "I... I'm fine."
Hong Xin's voice was shaking. "This mourning hall... belongs to your father? Since I'm here... Can I go in and burn some incense?"
"Okay."
Ye Qingyue pretended not to notice Hong Xin's abnormality. She pushed the door open completely and walked into the mourning hall first.
Hong Xin stood at the door and stared at the portrait.
Thick eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose, thin lips slightly raised, showing a bit of smile.
Through the drawing paper, you can feel the tenderness of the person in the painting.
Hong Xin has seen this face and this expression too many times, but it is not black and white, but alive.
Her lover, Qin Yong.
Looks exactly like the man in this portrait!
After a few seconds, Hong Xin took a somewhat stiff step and followed Ye Qingyue.
Ye Qingyue lit the incense stick with a match and handed it to Hong Xin.
Hong Xin took it, but did not put it in the stove immediately. Instead, she asked in a forced calm voice: "Qingyue... the person in this portrait is... your father?"
She had some difficulty saying the last two words.
"Well, yes."
Ye Qingyue said: "My family was poor before, and we never took a photo of my father. For this portrait, my family spent a lot of time and effort. In the end, my mother described it to my grandmother and revised it for a long time before finally drawing it. Although it is not exactly the same, it is still 70% similar."
"Really..."
Hong Xin's hand holding the incense stick trembled slightly.
She was worried that Ye Qingyue would notice something was wrong, so she quickly inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner, endured the discomfort in her heart, and bowed three times to Ye Yong's portrait. She
couldn't help but fold her hands together again, and her clipped nails dug into the flesh, but Hong Xin didn't seem to notice it at all.
Ye Qingyue glanced at her and smiled, "Let's go out."
"...Yeah."
Hong Xin followed Ye Qingyue woodenly.
After walking a distance and feeling the cold wind, Hong Xin felt that the stuffiness in her chest was a little better.
However, the thoughts in her mind were still tangled together in a mess.
Like a mess, and suffocating.
She couldn't help but say, "Qingyue, your father... Ahem, I remember you mentioned it to us before, how did he die?"
"During the flood relief work, he was washed away by the flood, and his body was never found."
Ye Qingyue's indifferent tone made Hong Xin think of some things Qin Yong - or should I say Ye Yong - had told her.
The man said in a somewhat lonely tone, "The children at home don't know anything, so they only help their mother and have no feelings for me."
The memory flashed through her mind, and Hong Xin felt a little uncomfortable. She said, "Your father is dead, and your family doesn't seem to be too sad?"
Ye Qingyue paused and turned to look at Hong Xin.
She happened to stop at the corner, and the shadow of the eaves fell on her face, so she couldn't see her expression at the moment.
"How does Aunt Hong know that no one in my family is sad?"
Ye Qingyue's tone did not reveal any sadness or joy. She said lightly, "Although my father is an alcoholic, domestic violence, beats his wife and children... he is still a good man, huh."
Hong Xin was confused when she heard this. Was he exaggerating, or...
"If my family really didn't care about his death, we wouldn't have moved to the capital and specially built a mourning hall for him."
Ye Qingyue's words were half true and half false, and there was nothing wrong with them.
Hong Xin was silent when she heard this, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
...
While Ye Qingyue was taking Hong Xin to visit her home, Ye Feng also took Luo Youfu and Hong Tiansheng to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Ye Xianghong and Ye Mei were busy cooking.
Hearing the noise, Ye Xianghong looked towards the kitchen door and saw a strange couple, so she asked, "Is it Uncle Hong and Aunt Luo?"
Hong Tiansheng and Luo Youfu are a generation older than Ye Xianghong.
Ye Xianghong put down the kitchen knife in her hand, wiped it on her apron, and came forward to greet, "I am Qingyue's mother. I have been busy in the kitchen just now. I wanted to come over to greet you after the dishes were ready."
Unexpectedly, it was the elder who came to greet her.
"It's okay, it's okay. We are here to bother you. I hope it doesn't bother you."
Luo Youfu smiled amiably at Ye Xianghong's well-behaved appearance.
Ye Xianghong hurriedly said that she would not disturb her.
At this time, Ye Mei, who was squatting on the other side washing vegetables, heard the sound, wiped her hands and came over.
"You..."
As soon as she walked in, she saw the burly man staring at her with a puzzled look.
"Hmm?" Ye Mei asked subconsciously, "Do you know me?"
"No..."
Hong Tiansheng shook his head and frowned, "I just feel that she looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it."
He was sure that he had never seen Ye Mei before.
But when he first saw Ye Mei's face, he felt something was wrong.
He felt a little uncomfortable.
Ye Mei said carelessly, "I have an ordinary face, so it's normal to look familiar."
Hong Tiansheng and Luo Youfu looked at her beautiful face and thought to themselves, "Lady, you are really humble.
If everyone has your face, it would be terrible.
" After a few people said hello, Luo Youfu felt that it was too boring to go back to the house and wait for dinner, so he simply stayed in the kitchen to talk to Ye Xianghong and the others.
Hong Tiansheng accompanied them and helped them from time to time, such as fetching buckets of water from the well to wash the vegetables.
Ye Xianghong and Ye Mei had prepared most of the food beforehand, and now they just had to put it in the pot and stir-fry it. It didn't take long for the food to be ready. They walked towards the dining room with the plates.
As soon as they approached, they heard Ye Qingyue's exclamation.