C25

Ji Wanxi left.

She didn't bring much, only two boxes of books.

Qing Muhan personally sent Ji Wanxi away. The day he left, it was the first snow in Yan city. The cold snowflakes swirled and fell in the sky. It was very beautiful.

Ji Wanxi, dressed in a sable cloak and holding a delicate hand warmer in his hand, stood at the ticket office and said goodbye to Qing Muhan.

The ship began to whistle long and the chimney began to smoke, reminding people that the ship was about to set sail.

Ji Wanxi came to Qing Muhan and hugged him tightly, holding back his tears.

She looked up and took the initiative to give Qing Muhan a deep kiss: "take care of yourself, don't be impulsive, otherwise, you won't see the letter I wrote you!"

Qing Mu Han nodded heavily and looked up at Yan Hexuan: "take care of her."

Watching Ji Wanxi's figure disappear, Qingmu Han's heart tingled for no reason.

Maybe it's too reluctant

After Ji Wanxi left, Yan Cheng fell completely, and several forces began not to retain their strength, and the scuffle began from then on.

The war lasted for five years.

Several times, Qing Muhan narrowly escaped death. Many people said that he was fated. Only he knew that Ji Wanxi was still waiting for him. Did he finish reading the letter.

……

At the end of the war, Qing Muhan contacted Yan Hexuan at the first time.

Yancheng wharf.

A gentle man with a gentle temperament, he is also holding a little boy with a pink carving and jade carving in his hand, which is very eye-catching.

"Uncle Yan, is this Yan Cheng?" The little boy looked curiously at the people coming and going, and asked Yan Hexuan in a soft voice.

Yan Hexuan bent his lips and picked up the little boy to let him see more clearly: "yes, this is where your mother was born."

"Is my father here, too?"

"Well, you can see him today."

"Will he like me?"

"Yes, I will like you very much."

Looking at the little boy who looks like Ji Wanxi, Yan Hexuan's eyebrows are tinged with sadness.

Unfortunately, I failed to bring Wan Xi back.

Even five years later, Yan Cheng experienced war, Qing mansion was still the same.

"Is this my parents' home?" The little boy looked at the Chinese architecture and was curious.

"Well, I'll see your father in a moment."

The little boy clenched Yan Hexuan's hand and adjusted his clothes like a little adult, looking a little nervous.

Yan Hexuan took him into Qing mansion.

Seeing the appearance of Yan Hexuan, the servant quickly reported to Qing Muhan.

After a while, Qing Muhan rushed out alone.

"This is your son, Sisi!"

Yan Hexuan directly pushed the little boy into Qing Muhan's arms.

Qing Muhan immediately froze in place, looking at the little boy who was very similar to his eyebrows and eyes, his heart beat violently, his arms stiffened, and he held him carefully, for fear of pain.

"Are you dad?"

Soft Nuo's voice exploded in Qingmu Han's ear, and Qingmu Han almost cried.

"Yes, I'm your father!"

He excitedly hugged the little boy and looked behind Yan Hexuan: "Wan Xi, why isn't she together?"

The little boy in his arms lost his smile.

Yan Hexuan patted the little boy, "Xixi, you play in the garden for a while, can I talk to your father?"

Sisi nodded cleverly.

Qing Muhan looked at Yan Hexuan and frowned fiercely, "why didn't she come back?"

Yan Hexuan didn't speak.

Only one of the two accompanying boxes was opened and a box was taken out.

Qing Mu Han trembled, "you, what do you mean?"

"She... Died when she was born."

Qing Muhan couldn't believe it. "I don't believe it, don't believe it! I asked you to take care of her, and you took care of her like this! She wrote to me every week, and that's her notes!"

Yan Hexuan said goodbye, distressed and sad: "do you still remember the two boxes of books she took when she left?"

Qing Muhan was stunned.

Can we say

Yan Hexuan pointed to the unopened box beside him: "this is her weekly letter to you."

Qingmu's cold heart smothered his mouth.

"Take care of yourself. Don't be impulsive, or you won't see the letter I wrote you!"

This was actually the last sentence she left for herself.

Qing Mu Han stood in situ stunned.

Yan Hexuan said a lot on the side.

Ji Wanxi had only half a year's life because of poisoning, but after learning that she was pregnant, she had to give birth to this child anyway. The hardships and pains of recuperating and giving birth to a child finally turned into an adjective.

It's hard!

……

Time flows, and decades have passed in an instant.

The former Qing mansion is still there, but there is no hostess to stay.

Qing Mu Han renamed Xi Xi, called Qing nianxi.

He taught him very hard.

Qing nianxi lived up to his expectations and grew into a very excellent person. His hobby is also studying medicine. Now he has become a well-known doctor.

After summer, a cold wind blew, and the leaves of several nameless trees in the courtyard whirled and fell to the ground. There were few letters left in a box in the study.

It was another winter, and the whole Yan city was covered with snow.

An old man walked slowly towards the cemetery, step by step, firmly and peacefully.

People have life and death, grass has withered glory, you said it clearly before leaving, but I still can't avoid vulgarity.

Wan Xi, I have read all the letters, and my son is also very successful. I miss you.

In this life, you can't be bald. I hope you can hold your hand in the afterlife.

Qing Mu Han's eyes closed slowly, and his arms fell to the ground.

The last piece of letter fell from his fingertips to the ground