Rebirth of a Star General - Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Fanwai Three: (Yanxiu) Sauvignon Blanc (Part 2)

Xia Chengxiu would wait for him in the mansion every time Yanhe went on an expedition. From one person to two people waiting, what was finally waiting was bad news.

In the first year after Yanhe left, everyone thought that Xia Chengxiu would wash her face in tears and mourn all day long, but what she showed was a shocking calmness.

Muxia was well taken care of by her, and Lin Shuanghe often came to see her. Xia Chengxiu would still laugh, and do what he did in an orderly manner, but sometimes when waking up at night, he would subconsciously try to touch the people around him until his hand touched the cold mattress, and he seemed to notice the person who warmed him. He was gone, and finally fell silent slowly.

In the fifth year after Yanhe left, the leader of Yan and Mrs. Yan took the initiative to persuade Xia Chengxiu to remarry. Xia Chengxiu’s age is not too old, and there are no widows in Shuojing who remarried. She has a gentle and gentle temperament, and she is also the daughter of Master Xia. There may be no good in the preacher’s family. Xia Chengxiu politely declined.

Xia Chengxiu said: “I have Muxia, that’s enough.”

A new “Yongxu Hall” was opened in the capital, and Xia Chengxiu often went to help. She arranged her life fully and calmly continued to live a life without Yanhe. He Yan often came to talk to her, and Xia Chengxiu knew that she was worried about herself, but since she was a child, she has been a temperament that does not make people worry. Just like when Yan He saw her for the first time, she never let herself suffer.

In the tenth year after Yan He left, Muxia had already looked like a young boy. His eyebrows were very similar to Yan He, and he was a little more delicate than Yan He. Spearmanship is already very good. He Yan and Xiao Jue would come to show him his swordsmanship when they were free. He often provokes Xiao Jue, wears a high ponytail, holds a silver spear, and says, “Duke Xiao, in a few years, you will be my defeated opponent.”

Of course, the ending is to be thrown on the tree by Xiao Jue. However, even though he had never beaten Xiao Jue, he found a place on Xiao Yao in the name of the competition, the so-called “paying the father, the debt, and the daughter.”

In the fifteenth year after Yanhe left, Muxia had a girl she liked.

The young man was staring at the things in his hands. Seeing his mother come in, he was busy hiding the sachet that his sweetheart gave him. Xia Chengxiu smiled clearly and sat down beside him.

“Do you like this girl very much?” she asked.

Yan Muxia retorted subconsciously, “Who likes her?” But the root of her ears was quietly red.

Xia Chengxiu touched his head: “Then you remember to treat her better.”

The teenager looked away pretending to be calm, suffocating a red face, and said with no confidence: “Humph.”

Twenty years after Yanhe left, Yan Muxia married Hubu Shangshu’s daughter, the girl he liked at the age of fifteen, and gave birth to a daughter named Yan Baose, with curly small prints.

Yan Muxia is very good to the curly mother and daughter. Back then, it was rumored in the city of Shuo Jing that the returnees from Germany Zhonglang Yan Nanguang was a strict wife. Now seeing Yan Muxia treating his wife and daughter, he realized that the son inherited his father’s business and came down in the same line.

Curly looks like a mother, who is closest to her grandmother Xia Chengxiu. Her temperament is not as flying as Yan Muxia, nor is she as lively as her mother. Others say that she is very gentle and quiet, soft and strong like Xia Chengxiu back then.

Twenty-fifth years after Yanhe left, the five-year-old Curly played in the mansion and pulled out a cloth bag from under his grandfather’s old bed.

Yan He’s study room has not been moved in these years, and it has maintained its original appearance. It will be cleaned by Xia Chengxiu himself every day, and it lasts for more than 20 years. Curly slipped in without paying attention. He was small, and got into the innermost corner of the study room, and found the baby wrapped in red cloth. After thinking about it, Curly handed the cloth bag to Xia Chengxiu like a treasure.

After many years, seeing what Yan He left behind, Xia Chengxiu’s hand stroking the red cloth was a little trembling. She opened the cloth bag and the sunlight came in through the window. She squinted her eyes slightly. After so many years, she is old and her eyes are not as clear as before. After reading it for a while, she can see clearly. It is a book with something written on it. “Huanxi Travel Notes.”

The book has been stored for a long time, and the pages are completely yellowed, and because it is left in the dark all day long, it has a decadent sense of tide. Curly had already been attracted by the Bai Ling outside the courtyard and ran out. Xia Chengxiu’s eyes fell on this page for a long time, and finally remembered a spring day that year, she went to Surabaya with her cousin to enjoy the flowers. That book comes.

At that time, she was only sixteen years old, and it was her best time. At that time, in the spring, the paper kites entangled in the beach of Surabaya, and the boy cut off the love of the girl opposite, decisively like a villain with no emotions. Turning around, but behind the other person, she picked up her lost travel notes and treasured them for so many years.

She slowly turned the pages of the book, and then was stunned.

The front page of the book, at some point, was secretly written in a line of small print.

“The flowers are deep, the willows are dark. Du Liu wears the flowers to find the letter. The heart of the king bears the heart of the concubine.”

The handwriting was hard and frivolous. At first glance, it was written by the man. She was no stranger to it. It was Yanhe’s handwriting.

Time flies by, and for a moment, it seems to be able to travel through many years. I saw the frivolous young man with a silver robe and ponytail sitting in front of the case, irritably biting his pen, almost gritted his teeth and wrote such a sentence on the title page full of grievances and Complaining verses. It is as if a grieving woman reprimands a negative person with a heart as hard as iron.

Who would have thought that this was something Yan He could do?

Xia Chengxiu was stunned for a moment, and laughed “pouch”.

The sunlight fell gently on her hair, blurring her star-spotted white hair, smiling like a flower, just like the first tempted girl in the 28th and eighth, it was pure sweetness and joy.

In the same day and night, she saw Yanhe.

He stood in front of her as he did many years ago, wearing a new silver robe, arrogant and arrogant. And she was wearing a thin goose yellow skirt, curling Tingting, standing in front of him, and asked in a calm tone: “Why did you take my book?”

The young man’s expression changed rapidly. The panic appeared in a flash, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure. He coughed softly, “I picked it up, and it’s mine.”

“You are still scribbling on it.” She gently pointed out his evil deeds.

Yan He’s face turned redder, and he defended: “That’s not scribble…”

“It’s not scribble what is it?”

“Yes…” he irritated his ponytail, his tone was a bit cruel and cruel, but the ending sound had a hint of invisible grievance, “That’s what you mean!”

Xia Chengxiu stared at him without speaking.

He was like a paper tiger, and asked: “You…what do you see me doing?”

Xia Chengxiu couldn’t help laughing. Yan He looked at her at a loss. After a while, he seemed to be touched by Xia Chengxiu’s smile, and then he laughed. He hesitated and stretched out his hand, trying to pull Xia Chengxiu’s hand…

“Snapped–”

The wind blew the window fiercely, and Xia Chengxiu opened her eyes. Without Yanhe, the mattress beside her was empty. She looked at the tent silently for a long while, slowly sat up, and got out of the bed barefoot.

It was late at night and it was cold on the ground.

This is the twenty-fifth spring day after Yanhe left. She woke up from a dream, awake, and slowly sat on the ground, burying her head in her knees, and for the first time in so many years, she cried silently.

The days are said to be slow, a day is also long, and the days are said to be fast, and the blink of an eye is a lifetime.

Xia Chengxiu died of illness in the thirty years after Yanhe left.

The children and grandchildren guarded her before she collapsed. The woman was calm and gentle throughout her life, always calm and graceful. On her deathbed, she only handed over a book to Yan Muxia and asked him to bury herself and Yan He together.

When the coffin was in the soil, it was a sunny and sunny day. The paper kites on the shore of Surabaya were all over the sky, and the peony bloomed red and sentimental. Like one day ago, he walked from the long embankment full of new willows and leaned over to pick it up. Starting from the travel note, but inadvertently, the thoughts of a young boy full of joy were left behind.