At this moment, Tu Xing no longer possessed the imposing aura of someone who had dominated the business world for half his life; all he exuded was the anger of an elderly father who denounced the injustice of fate because of the death of his son and daughter-in-law.
As cup after cup of fiery liquor sank down his throat, Yanluo couldn't stop him. She could only use her pure qi to help Tu Xing digest the alcohol and make her poor father feel a little better.
Looking at the wedding photo of Yan Li and Tu Xing on the wall, and listening to Tu Xing's choked sobs, Yan Luo couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart.
He once angrily denounced God for treating him this way, as his family, mentor, teammates, and other important people left him one by one, plunging Yanluo into darkness.
Tu Xing was no different. If it weren't for his wife and granddaughter giving him the motivation and courage to keep living, Tu Xing thought he might not have been able to hold on until now.
The heart-to-heart talk between the father and son ended with Tu Xing falling asleep. Yan Luo carried Tu Xing to an empty room on the first floor so as not to wake Shen Yulan and Tu Yi'er, and covered the old man with a blanket.
Back in the living room, Yanluo slumped onto the sofa, poured the last of the liquor from the bottle into a glass and drank it all in one gulp. He tidied up the mess on the table and lay on the sofa looking at the chandelier above him.
Yanluo, who hadn't used any qi to neutralize the alcohol in his body, thought that the alcohol would help him fall asleep, but even with his eyes closed, he still couldn't fall asleep.
The kitten, Shiyue, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up when Yanluo and Tuxing started drinking. Instead of disturbing them, the kitten lay in its soft little bed and watched the two of them drink.
Seeing that Yanluo was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, Shiyue got up from her little nest and stretched her body. After a few months, Shiyue's body had grown much larger than when she first arrived home, and her body had fully recovered. She lightly jumped into Yanluo's arms.
Standing on Yanluo's warm chest, October meowed softly, its bright, expressive yellow eyes gazing at Yanluo's face.
Yanluo stroked October's soft fur.
"Sorry, October, I woke you up."
"Nyan ne ga".
October meowed once, then lay down and closed her eyes, seemingly wanting to sleep on Yanluo's chest. Yanluo simply hugged the kitten in her arms and closed her eyes again to try to sleep.
Unfortunately, by five o'clock, the girls who needed to cultivate had to get up, and Yanluo still couldn't fall asleep. On the contrary, Shiyue slept soundly, and her comfortable and steady snoring made Yanluo's eyes remain gentle.
Two girls dressed in pajamas matching their hair color came down from upstairs. Seeing that Yanluo was looking at the kitten, Tu Keke moved closer to Yanluo.
"Uncle, are Sister Ningbing and Sister Ci no longer enough for you?"
"October is still small and will spoil completely. If all else fails, there's always Xiaosui."
Tu Keke's incessant talking was met with a loud "thump".
Ye Min arrived at the backyard a step later and saw Tu Keke and Man Sui, both with bags on their heads, already sitting cross-legged on the ground cultivating. She patted her face to refresh herself and began her day of cultivation.
Chi Miaomiao rubbed her eyes as she came downstairs. Her five o'clock biological clock had woken her up. Seeing Yan Luo sitting on the sofa, she walked over and sat down next to him.
Instead of a "good morning" greeting, there's a long, drawn-out "good morning" kiss.
In order not to disturb the girls' cultivation in the backyard, Yanluo went to the front yard alone with a wooden sword.
Today, Yanluo wants to practice her swordsmanship for a while.
Yan Luo didn't understand what was wrong with him. He often had trouble sleeping lately, which made him feel rather depressed.
He recalled the words that Fifth Spring and Autumn had once said.
[Silly apprentice, when you feel lost or down, pick up your sword and swing it. The sword will help you cut through all the unseen bad things and make you feel better.]
Yanluo began to wield the wooden sword in his hand. When he first came into contact with swords, he was a boy. The boy's sword was sharp, domineering, and full of confidence. Later, in order to protect others, the boy's sword gradually lost its sharpness and gradually became a sword of protection.
In the end, the boy grew into a young man, and his strength increased greatly thanks to the sacrifices of his master and teammates. His guardian sword was now able to protect millions of people.
Having fully acquired the power of chaos, the young man's sword became gentle, but beneath this extreme gentleness lay a cold glint he didn't want anyone to see.
The swinging of the wooden sword was accompanied by the sound of wind cutting through it, but it was clear that Yanluo was not using much force when she swung the sword. However, the repeated swinging of the sword did gradually calm Yanluo's heart down.
After finishing her daily training, Tu Keke heard the sound of swords being swung in the front yard. She grabbed her wooden sword and ran to the front yard, where she found Yan Luo practicing swordsmanship by himself.
Tu Keke thrust her sword straight at Yan Luo, who instinctively blocked it, and the uncle and nephew began their sword practice for the day.
Now that they were back in the capital, Yanluo discussed with Shen Yulan during breakfast the idea of taking the children to the cemetery to visit Tu Yi and Yanli.
As expected, Shen Yulan agreed. Although Yan Luo had eliminated most of the alcohol from Tu Xing's body, his elderly body still needed time to fully recover, so he did not wake up.
So around 9 a.m., the two cars drove out of their home in Beijing and headed towards the Beijing Cemetery.
Tu Yi and Yan Li are key national talents. Their graves are located somewhat inside the cemetery. The family parked their car outside the cemetery and walked in step by step.
Tu Yier led Shen Yulan ahead, the little girl not curiously looking around, but the intelligent girl understood what this place was and how to treat it, and her little heart couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
A bunch of white chrysanthemums and a bunch of carnations were placed on either side of the tombstone by Tu Luoxue and Tu Keke.
Tu Yier stood between her two older sisters and knelt down with them, while Yan Luo and the others bowed behind them in respect.
Tu Luoxue's tears fell drop by drop, and her sobs made everyone present feel bad. Tu Keke, who had originally tried to hold back her tears, could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Tu Yier tried her best to wipe away her sisters' tears, but she couldn't manage both of them at once. The three sisters hugged each other, and Shen Yulan was also secretly wiping away her tears.
Looking at the three sisters, Shang Xinci felt a pang of sadness and subconsciously reached out to hold Yanluo's hand. However, she didn't expect that as soon as she touched Yanluo's hand, he held it tightly. Feeling the strength in Yanluo's hand, Shang Xinci looked up and saw tears in the corners of Yanluo's eyes.
So you were holding it in too?
Shang Xinci gently stroked Yan Luo's hand with her thumb, hoping to offer him some comfort. Yan Luo wiped his eyes, turned his head, and smiled gently at Shang Xinci.
Only after Tu Luoxue and Tu Keke calmed down did everyone say goodbye to Tu Yi and Yan Li and leave the cemetery.
Yanluo drove the girls home. The atmosphere in the car wasn't too oppressive. The girls chatted away, and Yanluo quickly adjusted her mood.
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(I haven't been feeling well these past couple of days, and today was especially bad. I didn't fall asleep until after 9 a.m. I can't take it anymore, so I can only post one update today, hehe.)
(The Lunar New Year is almost here, has everyone started their spring cleaning yet?)
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