Chapter 955 Gentleman
Rong Che placed his palm on Shan Shan’s head.
The little evil spirit finally let down his guard and cried loudly in his father's arms.
"Shanshan... I didn't want to kill the world, Shanshan didn't want to hurt anyone, Shanshan didn't want to kill big brother... I really didn't!"
"Shanshan made a big mistake, Shanshan deserves to die, Shanshan admits it. But Shanshan didn't mean to hurt anyone..."
Rong Che's eyes were red and he couldn't help but bend down and hug his son.
When Cancan came back, Shanshan was kneeling in front of the hall without saying a word.
Zhou Shuyao was holding the spirit tablet in a daze.
"Mom, please engrave my name on it." Zhou Shuyao said in a hoarse voice and looked at Xu Shiyun pleadingly.
Xu Shiyun held back her tears and held Zhou Shuyao's hand with her cold hand: "Silly child, you are still young. If your name is engraved on it..."
She shook her head.
"I won't marry again, mother."
She lowered her head and gently stroked the tablet: "Engrave my name on it. Yanshu didn't have time to fulfill his filial duties to his parents, so Shuyao will do it." She put her cheek against the tablet, her eyes unable to hide her emotions.
"Shu Yao, Yan Shu doesn't want to see you like this... Go to the backyard and have a rest first."
Xu Shiyun looked at her with eyes full of pity and heartache.
Shu Yao hasn't eaten a single grain of rice in the past few days, and Xu Shiyun is worried that she can't hold on.
Zhou Shuyao was about to refuse when she heard Xu Shiyun say, "Go to Yanshu's study and see if there is anything he needs. The study will be sealed off from now on." According to the rules, all belongings of the deceased must be burned.
But Xu Shiyun couldn't bear to do so, so she planned to seal Yanshu's room and keep all the items well.
In order to divert Shu Yao's attention, I let her go and have a rest.
Zhou Shuyao nodded slightly, and staggered when she stood up.
I almost fell down.
"Miss!" The maid gave her a hand and managed to hold her up.
Zhou Shuyao waved her hands: "It's okay..." Her legs were numb and her head was heavy. She closed her eyes and felt her body recover a little.
"I'll lead the way for you, young lady." the maid whispered.
Zhou Shuyao then followed him to the backyard.
The maid led her to the door and whispered, "Miss, I will wait for you outside."
After Zhou Shuyao thanked him, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open and walked in.
This was her first time coming to Lu Yanshu's study.
This is also the last time to collect the relics.
It was exactly as she had imagined.
As far as the eye can see, there are countless books and a faint scent of ink between the wings of the nose. No wonder there is always a faint scent of ink on his robes.
She looked at everything in the room quietly. The air was filled with the scent of ink, as if he was still alive.
There were books neatly arranged on the table, and she picked up one and opened it.
He wrote a note on it.
Seeing the familiar handwriting, she couldn't help but smile slightly. No one knew that in the early years, she used candied haws to bribe Cancan, and Cancan often went to borrow books and then secretly gave them to herself.
I have practiced my own handwriting to be 70% similar to Lu Yanshu's.
Lu Yanshu never noticed it all these years.
When he saw it, he was even a little surprised.
Whenever Zhou Shuyao thought of the surprise in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
She picked up another book, and the smile on her lips suddenly froze. She suddenly realized something and opened a pile of books on the table in panic...
"How could...how could this happen?" Her lips trembled and tears flowed down her cheeks.
The handwriting on it is brand new, as if it was written not long ago.
These books are what she needs. Among them, she even circled a few words that she could never practice well.
This is what Lu Yanshu wrote...especially for her.
He knew it, he knew it all along. I was secretly practicing his handwriting...
It was as if a pair of huge hands were clutching her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
He leaned on the edge of the table, breathing heavily.
Curled up, leaning on the table, tears bloomed like little flowers on the yellowed paper.
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