Chapter 469
You Are
Chapter 469 You Are
The last ray of sunset disappeared in the sky, and Yan Sanhe woke up as if from a dream.
Qi Ming - there is a record in the case file, it is the name of the old general Zheng Yu.
Wenzhong - the name of my grandfather.
Therefore, Zheng Yu and Yan Xing knew each other. They met in Peach Blossom Pond in Anhui Prefecture. They drank wine for three days and three nights. They became close friends and then parted ways.
On the winter solstice of the first year of Yonghe, Zheng Yu wrote to Yan Xing and asked him to take care of a child. This child - is it me? ? ? ! ! !
Yan Sanhe was completely shocked.
On the winter solstice of Yonghe year, she had just turned five months old.
Why did Zheng Yu ask someone to take care of a baby that was only five months old?
Why is she important to Zheng Yu?
and also……
Why does Zheng Yu say that things are unpredictable?
Yan Sanhe clenched his hands tightly into fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and he couldn't feel any pain.
The room was getting dark.
She still sat motionless, and the hypothesis that had flashed through her mind a few days ago came to mind again.
Suppose——
That person had already prepared a substitute of her own size so that he could rescue her at the most critical moment.
So, what's the conclusion?
Thinking of this, Yan Sanhe was so horrified that he couldn't even sit still.
She stood up in an instant, hurriedly walked to the window, slammed the window, and gasped for air.
Outside the window, Han Xu stood with his hands behind his back, a look of surprise on his face.
After reading a letter for two whole hours, he couldn't wait to open the door, so he had to wait by the window.
"You are..."
Yan Sanhe raised his head, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but found that nothing could come out.
Zheng Yu;
Yan Xing;
parents;
Huaizuo;
Haitang Courtyard;
ulterior motive;
confinement;
killing;
fire;
substitute;
lost soul;
By the Nu River;
Yan Sanhe felt like the world was spinning, and everything in front of him was chaotic, blurred, and distorted.
She couldn't see clearly what the truth was;
Who she really was, she didn't know.
"Han Xu."
While she was panting, she called out in a low voice: "Please help me, I can't stand still."
Han Xu crossed the window and stepped forward to support him, patting his shoulder, "Come on, come closer."
Yan Sanhe really leaned over, leaning on Han Xu's shoulders with all his weight.
She has always been calm and strong, but the only time she felt unable to hold on was when she learned that she was a member of the Zheng family.
But now, she felt unable to hold on again, and her breathing and heartbeat were messed up.
Because she concluded that she was probably not from the Zheng family, and the 180 members of the Zheng family were likely to die because of her!
180 corpses, how heavy they are!
She had seen with her own eyes that tombs were erected there one after another, and they could not even be seen at night.
If he really died because of her, it would mean that she had to carry all 180 lives on her body.
How could she, a 17-year-old girl, bear it?
"How can I bear it!"
Yan Sanhe asked himself this question over and over again in his mind until his consciousness gradually blurred.
……
Yan Sanhe is ill.
The disease came so violently that Yan Sanhe started talking nonsense.
Aunt Shi, Uncle Wu, and Mrs. Xiao were all frightened and immediately sent the fastest young man in the village to ask the Lisu witch to see a doctor.
Han Xu also sent a message to the branch, asking them to find the best local doctor.
When the witch saw that Yan Sanhe was ill, she didn't even prescribe any medicine. She just said, "A disease of the heart needs to be cured by the heart." She sang folk songs and left happily.
Old Mrs. Xiao was so angry that she lowered her head and pinched her little grandson's nose, then threw it towards her back.The doctor also came.
He put his hand on his pulse, but there was no pulse. He shouted loudly: "This person is no longer useful. He is no longer useful. Hurry up and prepare for the funeral!"
Han Xu punched her and said angrily: "If you can't cure her, you have to die first."
Two blood stains slowly flowed out of the doctor's nostrils, and he said with a sad face: "I'll prescribe the prescription. I'll prescribe the prescription right away."
Yan Sanhe can see and hear these.
She felt like her soul was floating in the air, watching the people coming and going in the house.
Aunt Shi was boiling medicine, holding a broken fan in her hand, and while fanning, she was still chanting Amitabha;
Old Uncle Wu is setting up an altar to summon spirits, and several of his sons are helping out. To return the favor, I blame Old Uncle Wu for being old and not being able to use his hands and feet at all.
Old Mrs. Xiao put her hands on her waist and pointed at Yan Xing's tablet, asking him to protect her granddaughter from below and not just flirt with the female ghost instead of doing business.
Beside the bed, Han Xu twisted a hot towel and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
He wore a mask on his face, showing no emotion or anger, but his eyes were all red and bloodshot.
She also saw Yan Xing.
Yan Xing moved a long ladder and climbed up step by step. When he climbed to the top, he put the book in his hand on it.
After putting the book away, he took out the letter from his arms and carefully stuffed it into the pages.
Then he climbed down the ladder step by step. When his feet landed on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Yan Sanhe shouted "grandfather", and Yan Xing seemed to hear it and raised his head.
The moment his eyes met hers, she saw his face darken, and he said angrily: "You little beast, go back quickly, this is not the place for you to stay!"
A huge force pulled Yan Sanhe, and she felt that her body fell suddenly, and her soul returned to its place.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Xu. His eyes were red and bloodshot.
"woke up?"
Yan Sanhe blinked.
"how do you feel?"
She blinked again.
Han Xu patted his chest and said, "Half of my life will be frightened by you."
Yan Sanhe smiled at him like a rogue and weakly said two words: "Impaired."
Han Xu: "Because of that letter?"
Yan Sanhe nodded.
Han Xu stopped asking, just patted her shoulder and whispered: "There is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. You are Yan Sanhe."
Yan Sanhe's eyes were hot, and he thought that Yan Sanhe was a human being too.
Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.
Yan Sanhe was pinned to the bed by Aunt Shi and rested for three full days before he was allowed to go to the ground.
The first thing she did when she went to the ground was to carry two kilograms of wine and go to Yan Xing's tomb alone.
After pouring the wine in front of the grave, Yan Sanhe kowtowed three times.
"Grandpa, it's really hard for you to take such pains to hide it from me, but I still know it. Come to think of it, this is my fate.
I know you hid it from me because you didn't want me to face 'unpredictable things in the world', but people have to have roots. My roots are not in Peach Blossom Pond or the Zheng family. Wherever they are, I have to find a way to find them.
This is also destiny, my own destiny. Don’t you often say that people have to comply with destiny.
Don't worry, don't be afraid. In the worst case, I'll come over to accompany you earlier, it'll be okay. "
Yan Sanhe took a deep breath.
"Grandpa, you should see the old general over there. Bring him a message for me, just say...
The [-] members of the Zheng family will not die in vain. Even if it takes my whole life, I will find out the real culprit.On that day, I took five kilograms of wine to his grave and let him drink to his heart's content. "
After saying this, she moved closer.
"By the way, the man you are thinking about is quite good. The official is very powerful and majestic. He has given birth to three sons, and I see that none of them are economical.
The old lady is also very nice, and she is very obedient to me, but I just can't like her. I still like Old Lady Xiao. Her intestines are straight and not so winding.
Grandfather, when I find my roots, I will come back. This is not my root, but you are my root. "
She paused and said softly: "Thank you, old man."
After saying that, Yan Sanhe stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around and left without looking back.
She felt that the old man was behind her, looking at her.
He also kept looking at her.
(End of this chapter)
The last ray of sunset disappeared in the sky, and Yan Sanhe woke up as if from a dream.
Qi Ming - there is a record in the case file, it is the name of the old general Zheng Yu.
Wenzhong - the name of my grandfather.
Therefore, Zheng Yu and Yan Xing knew each other. They met in Peach Blossom Pond in Anhui Prefecture. They drank wine for three days and three nights. They became close friends and then parted ways.
On the winter solstice of the first year of Yonghe, Zheng Yu wrote to Yan Xing and asked him to take care of a child. This child - is it me? ? ? ! ! !
Yan Sanhe was completely shocked.
On the winter solstice of Yonghe year, she had just turned five months old.
Why did Zheng Yu ask someone to take care of a baby that was only five months old?
Why is she important to Zheng Yu?
and also……
Why does Zheng Yu say that things are unpredictable?
Yan Sanhe clenched his hands tightly into fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and he couldn't feel any pain.
The room was getting dark.
She still sat motionless, and the hypothesis that had flashed through her mind a few days ago came to mind again.
Suppose——
That person had already prepared a substitute of her own size so that he could rescue her at the most critical moment.
So, what's the conclusion?
Thinking of this, Yan Sanhe was so horrified that he couldn't even sit still.
She stood up in an instant, hurriedly walked to the window, slammed the window, and gasped for air.
Outside the window, Han Xu stood with his hands behind his back, a look of surprise on his face.
After reading a letter for two whole hours, he couldn't wait to open the door, so he had to wait by the window.
"You are..."
Yan Sanhe raised his head, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but found that nothing could come out.
Zheng Yu;
Yan Xing;
parents;
Huaizuo;
Haitang Courtyard;
ulterior motive;
confinement;
killing;
fire;
substitute;
lost soul;
By the Nu River;
Yan Sanhe felt like the world was spinning, and everything in front of him was chaotic, blurred, and distorted.
She couldn't see clearly what the truth was;
Who she really was, she didn't know.
"Han Xu."
While she was panting, she called out in a low voice: "Please help me, I can't stand still."
Han Xu crossed the window and stepped forward to support him, patting his shoulder, "Come on, come closer."
Yan Sanhe really leaned over, leaning on Han Xu's shoulders with all his weight.
She has always been calm and strong, but the only time she felt unable to hold on was when she learned that she was a member of the Zheng family.
But now, she felt unable to hold on again, and her breathing and heartbeat were messed up.
Because she concluded that she was probably not from the Zheng family, and the 180 members of the Zheng family were likely to die because of her!
180 corpses, how heavy they are!
She had seen with her own eyes that tombs were erected there one after another, and they could not even be seen at night.
If he really died because of her, it would mean that she had to carry all 180 lives on her body.
How could she, a 17-year-old girl, bear it?
"How can I bear it!"
Yan Sanhe asked himself this question over and over again in his mind until his consciousness gradually blurred.
……
Yan Sanhe is ill.
The disease came so violently that Yan Sanhe started talking nonsense.
Aunt Shi, Uncle Wu, and Mrs. Xiao were all frightened and immediately sent the fastest young man in the village to ask the Lisu witch to see a doctor.
Han Xu also sent a message to the branch, asking them to find the best local doctor.
When the witch saw that Yan Sanhe was ill, she didn't even prescribe any medicine. She just said, "A disease of the heart needs to be cured by the heart." She sang folk songs and left happily.
Old Mrs. Xiao was so angry that she lowered her head and pinched her little grandson's nose, then threw it towards her back.The doctor also came.
He put his hand on his pulse, but there was no pulse. He shouted loudly: "This person is no longer useful. He is no longer useful. Hurry up and prepare for the funeral!"
Han Xu punched her and said angrily: "If you can't cure her, you have to die first."
Two blood stains slowly flowed out of the doctor's nostrils, and he said with a sad face: "I'll prescribe the prescription. I'll prescribe the prescription right away."
Yan Sanhe can see and hear these.
She felt like her soul was floating in the air, watching the people coming and going in the house.
Aunt Shi was boiling medicine, holding a broken fan in her hand, and while fanning, she was still chanting Amitabha;
Old Uncle Wu is setting up an altar to summon spirits, and several of his sons are helping out. To return the favor, I blame Old Uncle Wu for being old and not being able to use his hands and feet at all.
Old Mrs. Xiao put her hands on her waist and pointed at Yan Xing's tablet, asking him to protect her granddaughter from below and not just flirt with the female ghost instead of doing business.
Beside the bed, Han Xu twisted a hot towel and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
He wore a mask on his face, showing no emotion or anger, but his eyes were all red and bloodshot.
She also saw Yan Xing.
Yan Xing moved a long ladder and climbed up step by step. When he climbed to the top, he put the book in his hand on it.
After putting the book away, he took out the letter from his arms and carefully stuffed it into the pages.
Then he climbed down the ladder step by step. When his feet landed on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Yan Sanhe shouted "grandfather", and Yan Xing seemed to hear it and raised his head.
The moment his eyes met hers, she saw his face darken, and he said angrily: "You little beast, go back quickly, this is not the place for you to stay!"
A huge force pulled Yan Sanhe, and she felt that her body fell suddenly, and her soul returned to its place.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Xu. His eyes were red and bloodshot.
"woke up?"
Yan Sanhe blinked.
"how do you feel?"
She blinked again.
Han Xu patted his chest and said, "Half of my life will be frightened by you."
Yan Sanhe smiled at him like a rogue and weakly said two words: "Impaired."
Han Xu: "Because of that letter?"
Yan Sanhe nodded.
Han Xu stopped asking, just patted her shoulder and whispered: "There is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. You are Yan Sanhe."
Yan Sanhe's eyes were hot, and he thought that Yan Sanhe was a human being too.
Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.
Yan Sanhe was pinned to the bed by Aunt Shi and rested for three full days before he was allowed to go to the ground.
The first thing she did when she went to the ground was to carry two kilograms of wine and go to Yan Xing's tomb alone.
After pouring the wine in front of the grave, Yan Sanhe kowtowed three times.
"Grandpa, it's really hard for you to take such pains to hide it from me, but I still know it. Come to think of it, this is my fate.
I know you hid it from me because you didn't want me to face 'unpredictable things in the world', but people have to have roots. My roots are not in Peach Blossom Pond or the Zheng family. Wherever they are, I have to find a way to find them.
This is also destiny, my own destiny. Don’t you often say that people have to comply with destiny.
Don't worry, don't be afraid. In the worst case, I'll come over to accompany you earlier, it'll be okay. "
Yan Sanhe took a deep breath.
"Grandpa, you should see the old general over there. Bring him a message for me, just say...
The [-] members of the Zheng family will not die in vain. Even if it takes my whole life, I will find out the real culprit.On that day, I took five kilograms of wine to his grave and let him drink to his heart's content. "
After saying this, she moved closer.
"By the way, the man you are thinking about is quite good. The official is very powerful and majestic. He has given birth to three sons, and I see that none of them are economical.
The old lady is also very nice, and she is very obedient to me, but I just can't like her. I still like Old Lady Xiao. Her intestines are straight and not so winding.
Grandfather, when I find my roots, I will come back. This is not my root, but you are my root. "
She paused and said softly: "Thank you, old man."
After saying that, Yan Sanhe stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around and left without looking back.
She felt that the old man was behind her, looking at her.
He also kept looking at her.
(End of this chapter)