Waiting for you to fall a flower

The village was not big at all. Ten minutes later, it reached its destination. Ah Ling stood outside the door and shouted, "Dong Zi, someone has come to see you."

Jing Ya stared nervously at the movement in the room, curious about what Dudu's biological father looked like.

A man with a delicate face walked out of the room. He was 1.7 meters tall and had good features. He had white teeth and dark skin. Perhaps it was because he had been fishing at sea all these years. He didn't seem to like to laugh. Or maybe he had forgotten how to laugh. He walked up to them shyly and said softly, "Come in."

Jingya took off her raincoat, took the dry towel from Dong Zi, and said gratefully, "Thank you." Quickly wipe the rain off your hair.

"Dong Zi, where are your parents?" Ah Ling asked.

"Dad went to town to buy medicine for my mom today. She's... Still sick."

Jing Ya sensitively saw the flash of sadness in his eyes and couldn't help patting him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't be sad. We'll meet you."

Dong Zi and Ah Ling looked at her in surprise at the same time, not knowing what she meant.

"I... Go and see Aunt ah xiang."

Jing Ya hurriedly escaped their gaze. This was not the best time to reveal Qianxue's whereabouts, because she knew that her father-in-law was still ill and could not be stimulated.

Dong Zi led her into a side room. Jing Ya walked to the bed and stared at a frail old man on the bed. She felt sad and guilty, although it was not her fault.

"Who is this?" Aunt ah xiang struggled to sit up.

"Mom, this is miss xiao yu from the city. Mrs. A ling said that she works for a magazine and is here to interview the story of our fishing village."

Interview?

Aunt ah xiang's eyes suddenly brightened. He grabbed Jing Ya's hand and said, choking, "Girl, since you're from the city, can you help me find my grandson? He was taken away by an ungrateful woman."

"Mom, don't make things difficult for others. The world is so big. Where do you want her to help us find it?"

Ah Ling looked at Jing Ya with admiration and said with a smile, "That's not necessarily true. Xiao yu is more divine than a fortune-teller. She has the ability to foretell..."

"Really?" Mrs. Xiang once again placed her hope on Jing Ya, but this time, Dong Zi did not stop her, because he did not want to find the child in his heart, or the child's mother.

"Aunt ah xiang, I promise you, I will do my best to help you find it, but you have to get well soon, or else your grandson will be found and you will die of illness. That would be a pity."

"Yes! Yes! I will get better as soon as possible." Aunt ah xiang was in tears.

Jing Ya was also very sad to see, these people, as long as they give them a little hope, they can have the desire to survive, in the end, or because they are too simple...

That night, she stayed at Dong Zi's house and learned a lot about Yang Qianxue. Unfortunately, they didn't know why Yang Qianxue landed in the sea.

Was it really an accident on the plane?

Jing Ya thought about it for a moment and felt that something was wrong. Ye Beicheng said he had checked on the australian flight three years ago. There was no Qianxue boarding record at all. She didn't even board. How could she have died...

After three or four days of heavy rain, Jing Ya went door to door during the day and wrote all night long, recording everything she heard and saw. It was only a story about Xiaoju, the most legendary, but the least able to write, because not all secrets could be made public...

These days, there was no signal on her cell phone, and she lost contact with Ye Beicheng. On the sixth day, the rain finally stopped and the sun came out. Ah Ling said that she would take her to the small town to sell fish and buy some daily necessities. Without thinking, she agreed to understand the life of fishermen and understand their way of life.

Following the fish cart in the village, she took photos of the scenery along the way with her camera. She didn't expect the town to be so far away. She had to rush all morning to get there.

When he got to the city, the first thing he did was call Ye Beicheng. He hadn't contacted him for several days. He must be worried and angry.

The beep went on for a long time, but no one answered it. She dialed again in confusion, but no one answered it. She could not help but feel a little uneasy. Why didn't he answer her phone? Was it because he was angry or because he didn't have his phone with him?

She kept calling until she had forgotten how many times. Finally, the call went through, but it wasn't Ye Beicheng's voice.

"Hello?" The hoarse female voice, mixed with a strong nasal tone, made her unable to identify who answered the phone.

"Who are you? Where's Ye Beicheng?" She asked doubtfully.

"Yu Jingya, what happened to our family? Do you think my brother is still in the mood to answer your call?!"

The tone of the questioning made Jing Ya quickly recognize that it was Ye Mengyao who answered the phone, but her heart suddenly hung in mid-air, "What... What happened?"

"My father is dead! You say you love my brother, and the whole world knows it, but you don't know it. Is this how you love my brother?!"

Jing Ya's brain thumped and his whole body went limp, "Father-in-law... Is he dead?"

All of a sudden, her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out. She could not help but wail and cry. She cried so hard that her heart and lungs were torn apart and her heart was broken. The night she left the Ye family, she promised her father-in-law that she would come back to see her, and he promised her that he would take care of her. But now, she broke her promise, and so did father-in-law. Because she didn't go back to see him, he didn't take care anymore...

Thinking of her father-in-law's wish to find another son, she cried even more bitterly. She had been imprisoned in a cage of emotional frustration and did not care about anything. Until her father-in-law died, she realized that she was such a dishonest person.

No one knew how much pain she was feeling right now. It was so painful that she was dying. The news of her father-in-law's death was one reason, and there was another reason. Losing her only family member, her North city, what to do...

Ah Ling came out of the shop and was frightened by Jing Ya's mournful cry. She squatted in front of her and asked in surprise, "Xiao yu, what's wrong with you?"

"I want to go home..."

Jing Ya was speechless, and her only thought now was to return to the Ye family, to dress her father-in-law in mourning, to stay by her beloved man's side and not let him suffer alone.

Ah Ling took her to the station and waved her goodbye with tears in her eyes. The bus started, and Jing Ya stuck her head out of the window and sobbed, "Tell Aunt ah xiang that I will do what I promised her!!"

Yes, she must do it, she must do it, and she can't wait until she can't fulfill her promise to regret it...

After seven or eight hours in the car, Jing Ya cried all the way to the Ye family before dark. She saw thousands of wreaths surrounding the house from afar. The white curtains fluttered along with the wind. The whole house was filled with a heavy gloom. Jing Ya followed suit and walked towards the door. Her eyes were red and swollen like two walnuts. The servant standing in front of the door was sad. When she saw that it was young mistress, she walked in without stopping..

Above the hall, the picture of master ye suddenly came into view, still with a serious expression. He never seemed to like to laugh. Jing Ya ran straight over and fell to his knees with a thump. Tears came out of his eyes again, but his throat was so sore that he could not cry. He could only cry silently into a river...

"Dad, I'm late." She raised her teary eyes and looked at the photo of her father-in-law. Her sharp eyes seemed to have thousands of words, but only allowed the person who was watching to understand, "Dad, I know what you want to say, and I will remember it. Please rest in peace..."

She kowtowed three times. The hall was lined with people, mostly distant relatives of the Ye family. Ye Mengyao and North city were in mourning, but unfortunately, there was no elder sister.

Turning around, she shifted her gaze to Ye Beicheng on the left. After a few days, he was already haggard and haggard. She slowly got up and walked up to him. She touched his face and sobbed for a long time before saying, "North city, don't be sad..."

She knew that this sentence was insignificant, how could he not be sad? Although he had never told anyone how much he loved his father, Jing Ya understood that his heart had always been in love. Her North city was just not good at expressing his feelings...

The guests who came to mourn had all left, and the huge Ye family mansion was suddenly empty. Jing Ya was already dressed in filial piety and quietly stayed by Ye Beicheng's side. He didn't say anything, she didn't say anything.

"It's very late."

This was the only thing he had said since Jing Ya came in. She nodded, "Yes, it's late."

"Then go and rest."

"North city, I want a wake." Jing Ya choked again, "I'm an incompetent daughter-in-law. I'm sorry for him, so please make sure I stay here tonight!"

Ye Beicheng remained silent for a moment and agreed, "Okay."

"Go upstairs and have a good sleep!" She gazed at him painfully, "I know you haven't closed your eyes in a few days. Dad is gone, but you still have me. I will never leave you again!"

He raised his tired eyes and nodded, "As long as you say it, it's fine."

Looking at his desolate back, Jing Ya chased after him in tears and hugged him from behind, "North city, I'm sorry. I came back late and couldn't be by your side when you were the saddest. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"Nothing." Ye Beicheng turned around and hugged her in his arms, "Just come back."

Jing Ya couldn't stop crying. As long as she thought about his life and how he was now an orphan, she felt so hurt and sad. Why was her North city so pitiful?

"I really don't blame you. Stop crying. You'll only make me sad."

She clearly wanted to comfort him, but because she couldn't control her emotions, now, he comforted her...

"Okay, I won't cry, North city. Let's not be sad."

Jing Ya wiped away her tears, sniffed, and pointed towards the stairs, "Go to sleep. Promise me you'll have a good sleep. Don't think of anything!"

"Yeah."

Ye Beicheng went upstairs. She returned to the center of the hall, knelt on the ground and muttered, "Dad, why did you abandon North city? Why are you so cruel when you know he only has you? Should I tell North city the secret of his birth..."