The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 918 Goodbye (Part [-])

Wu Guanyue said in a mature tone: "Why, are you disappointed?"

Yan Sanhe shook his head: "No, it looks good."

Much prettier than Wu Shunian.

"Miss Yan."

Hu Sanmei smiled and said: "He insisted on waiting for you here. He has been waiting for a long time."

Yan Sanhe asked: "What are you waiting for me to do?"

Wu Guanyue said in a low voice: "I want to say thank you."

Yan Sanhe: "Wu Shunian has already thanked me."

Wu Guanyue was silent for a moment: "This is my thanks."

Hu Sanmei: "It's mine too."

Wu Guanyue stretched out her hand, and Hu Sanmei held it tightly. The two walked to Yan Sanhe, with the black dog following behind them.

Hu Sanmei smiled and said: "Miss Yan, goodbye!"

Wu Guanyue glanced behind her and said, "There are people waiting for you. Like me, they have been waiting for a long time."

who can that be?

Yan Sanhe took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped and chuckled.

On the stage, Lu Shi, dressed as a scholar, hurriedly got off the stage, walked to a round table, leaned over and whispered a few words to the woman.

The woman turned around and looked at Yan Sanhe, showing a bright and moving smile.

The two walked over hand in hand.

The woman glanced at Lu Shi angrily: "I said she would come. Look, I was right."

Lu Shi looked at her lovingly, nodded, and said nothing.

The woman's red lips were as beautiful as petals, "You look exactly like my senior brother."

Yan Sanhe smiled and said, "Did you let him dress up again?"

Tang Zhiwei smiled and said, "What should I do? I can't get enough."

Yan Sanhe looked up at Lu Shi: "Are you spoiling her like this?"

Lu Shi answered with a smile.

Yan Sanhe: "Lu Da is following me now."

"Take care of him for me!"

Lu Shi glanced deeply at Yan Sanhe, lowered his head and asked gently: "Shall we go?"

"Ok!"

Tang Zhiwei waved to Yan Sanhe: "In terms of seniority, you have to call me Junior Auntie, Sanhe, goodbye!"

"Little aunt!"

Yan Sanhe burst into tears and shouted: "Your life is really good."

Tang Zhiwei glanced at the man beside him and smiled charmingly, "That's what my father and mother said."

and so.

After all, there are flowers and a full moon in this world.

Yan Sanhe looked at their backs, wiped away tears, and suddenly quickened his pace.

She wants to go home.

At this time, a lantern appeared in front of me. Next to the lantern, stood an old woman with white hair.

The old lady saw Yan Sanhe and walked towards her with a cane.

"Child, do you still remember me?"

"Remember, what are you doing here?"

"He went down and suffered for me."

The old lady sighed: "I'll wait for him here."

Still waiting?

Yan Sanhe frowned: "Have you not suffered enough in your previous life? Have you forgotten how he tricked you, Mao Huibao?"

"It's all injustice!"

Mao lowered his head, took a breath, then raised it again, smiling a little guiltily, "Miss Yan, goodbye."

If you don't listen to the advice, you deserve what you get!
Yan Sanhe shook his head, not wanting to say another word, and continued walking forward.

A man and a horse blocked her way.

Looking at this unfamiliar face, Yan Sanhe felt a sudden pain in his internal organs and blurted out: "Are you... Zhang Tianxing?"

There was a hint of relief in Zhang Tianxing's eyes, this was the child he had guarded for eight years.

Finally, grown up.

And she looks so good-looking.

He got on his horse, raised his riding whip, and said with tears in his eyes: "Little master, it's getting dark. Go home quickly and don't wander around outside."

"Zhang Tianxing, wait a moment..."

One man and one horse galloped away, so free and uninhibited.

No more waiting, little master, you have your return journey, and I have mine.

A huge force surged toward Yan Sanhe from behind, as if pushing her forward. She staggered to a stop, and heard the sound of the river rolling in her ears.

This is the Nu River.

She took a closer look and saw two gray-haired old men sitting by the river, with a pile of empty wine bottles staggered around them.

Yan Sanhe looked at one of the old men, shouted, and the man rushed over.

"grandfather!"

Yan Xing turned to look at the girl lying on her shoulder, burped, and said with a smile: "How old are you, you still look like a child."

No matter how old he is, he is also your child.

Yan Sanhe hugged his neck tightly and refused to let go at all. This old man had never entered her dreams.

never.

Yan Xing looked at the person opposite him apologetically, "Qi Ming, this kid made you laugh."

"It shows that you raised her very well."

The person who was called Qi Ming sat up on his knees and bowed deeply to Yan Xing.

There is no thanks for this. If there is any thanks, it must be under the Nine Springs. When you and I meet, I will kneel down and bow to you.

Yan Sanhe trembled violently, let go, turned around, and looked at the old man who stood up.

gray hair.

white beard.

On the wrinkled face, a pair of eyes were shining.Zheng Yu, courtesy name Qiming.

"Old General?"

Zheng Yu smiled brightly: "It's time to give birth, son, you should call me grandfather."

"Grandpa Zheng!"

Yan Sanhe fell at Zheng Yu's feet, thinking about those 180 mouths, feeling aggrieved and suddenly burst into tears.

Zheng Yu had never seen this battle before, and looked helpless: "Wen Zhong, please help me to calm down!"

Yan Xing held his beard and said as if watching a good show: "I don't have this ability. Whoever provokes it can coax him."

Zheng Yu slowly placed his hand on Yan Sanhe's head and sighed heavily.

"Back then, I should have sent you away, far away, so that you could live like an ordinary person."

Yan Sanhe burst into tears: "Why didn't you send me away? Why did you hide me in Haitang Courtyard? Why did you involve the Zheng family..."

"I can't bear it!"

Zheng Yu raised his head, "You are his child, and you are the one who should be in heaven. Who else can I entrust to you except Yan Xing!"

Yan Sanhe raised his tearful eyes: "Grandpa, do you blame me?"

"Look, my child, spring passes, summer comes, summer passes, autumn comes... the cycle begins over and over again, and so does life and death."

Zheng Yu smiled calmly: "The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees. We are on our way home. How can we complain?"

Yan Xing took a deep look at Yan Sanhe. There was both reluctance and relief in that look.

"Go ahead, don't delay our drinking!"

"Why don't you let me talk to you a few more words? Why are you rushing me away?"

A strong force surged from behind again, and his body became more and more full.

The sound of the waves of the Nu River gradually faded away, and the light ahead became brighter and brighter, making some people's eyes hurt.

Yan Sanhe was reluctant to give up, but could only move forward with tears in his eyes.

Just as he was about to reach the bridge, he suddenly saw a woman beside him, checking someone's pulse.

The woman slowly raised her head.

That moment.

The world was extremely quiet, with no wind at all.

There is only each other's eyes, each other's faces.

The face in Yan Sanhe's eyes was not a stunning one. The wind and frost had left heavy traces on this face.

This is Shen Duruo.

She is, my mother.

Yan Sanhe wiped his tears.

Mom doesn’t like crying.

Shen Duruo threw the silver needle and walked towards Yan Sanhe. When she was a few steps away, she stopped and opened her arms.

Yan Sanhe rushed over, got into her arms, and hugged her tightly.

A faint herbal smell penetrated the nose.

Yan Sanhe cried silently.

original.

This is what a mother tastes like.

It smells so good!

Shen Duruo stroked his daughter's back with his hand, once and for all.

Yan Sanhe gently rubbed his mother's neck with his face, every time, so attached, so intimate, so...satisfied.

No one speaks.

The words are all in this hug.

Child, I'm sorry, my mother left you behind.

Mom, it’s okay.

My daughter has suffered in these 18 years.

Not bitter, really, not bitter at all.

At this time, a figure appeared at the end of the light.

The man was tall and thin, with peach blossom eyes and slight dimples at the corners of his mouth. He was looking anxiously towards the bridge.

Shen Duruo pushed his daughter gently.

Yan Sanhe refused to let go, instead of holding her tightly, he held her even harder.

Shen Duruo smiled: "Silly boy, one day, mother will come to take you home."

"No."

"good!"

"do not want!"

"He's waiting for you!"

"do not want!"

Yan Sanhe said these two words stubbornly.

These two words sounded so nice. In her 18 long years, she had never said them so happily and willfully.

However, at this moment, her hands were empty, the person she was holding disappeared, and the bridge disappeared.

Her legs were in the air, and her body fell rapidly, downwards.

"mother--"

Yan Sanhe shouted and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bells of Forty-Nine City rang at this moment.

a sound;
two sounds;

Countless sounds...

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Long wait, these two chapters are nearly [-] words.

As early as when I was designing Yan Sanhe's Inner Demon, the final farewell scene was already in my mind.

Not sad, but warm. No matter how hard life is, there is always hope.

(End of this chapter)