At this time, the rain was even heavier, and the wind almost lifted the tart cloth on the roof of the carriage. After the carriage stopped, I got off the carriage. Susu hurriedly held an umbrella and raised it to my head. The wind was already pouring rain and drenched most of my body.

I raised my head and looked forward.

And this look made me stiff in the rain.

On the stairs as high as clouds, I saw the outline of the Yan family's house. It still looked so majestic in the rain, but it also exuded a solemn spirit. What made me feel suffocated was that I saw countless white banners shaking in the rain.

What's wrong? What's going on?

Why is this happening?

Could it be that someone died?

Who? Who died? Who can make the Yan family pose in such a big posture. The huge white banner trembled in the wind and rain, as if it was crying.

Qinghan and Pei Yuanhao both walked off the carriage. When they looked up and saw this scene, they were both shocked.

Su Su's face changed, and when she opened her mouth to call me, her voice was trembling: "Miss..."

I can't hear it.

I only heard the sound of wind and rain, my breathing and heartbeat, and other than that, everything around me was nothing.

I would rather they are fake.

However, I saw a familiar figure walking down from above. When I approached, I saw that it was a pale Aunt Hong. She was so haggard that she almost took off her body. The moment she saw me, she knelt down and knelt at my feet, crying in silence.

I looked down at her.

She seemed to be crying and saying something, but I couldn't hear it. Before she could finish speaking, I lifted my foot up.

Su Su couldn't keep up, and the rain quickly hit my face, pouring my head and body through. The cold rain hit me like countless swords, guns, and sticks. Every step I took a lot of effort, but I kept gritting my teeth and forcing me to move forward to the last step.

A white light shook before my eyes.

I staggered for a moment and almost fell down on my back. Qinghan rushed up to protect me with a quick step. He didn't say anything else, but just looked up with a serious face, and even looked forward in pain.

White banners, black veil.

Incense candles, elegy couplets.

I saw a mourning hall and saw many servants wearing mourning clothes kneeling there and crying. I saw the people from the Tang family, the An family, and all the big families in Chengdu arrived. Everyone had tears on their faces. When I saw me, the painful expression became a little deeper.

A few people came over and knelt in front of me.

"Miss!"

"Miss, you're back!"

"The head of the family, the head of the family—"

The whimpering cry sounded around.

It was not until this time that I found my voice, saw the huge spiritual position in front of me, and saw the tall coffin behind the white banner, a hoarse voice that even I felt strange came out of my throat.

"What's going on? Why is this happening?"

At this time, Aunt Hong had already walked behind me. Her whole body was soaked. The tears on her face mixed with the rain. She cried and said, "Miss, the head of the family has been gone for two days!"

“…”

I stiffened and slowly turned around and looked at her: "Why is this happening?"

“…”

"Why...?"

Aunt Hong cried, "Actually, after the eldest lady left, the head of the family fell ill. He just kept not letting us send messages to the eldest lady. He said that he just wanted the eldest lady to be happy and relieved, but he didn't want the eldest lady to be sad."

“…”

"If you want to feel uncomfortable, just be in the mourning hall. This time it's enough."

My tears fell one by one, and later, I could no longer control myself. The tears on my face made me tremble. I asked, "When did he leave?"

"Just the night before yesterday, the young lady asked someone to send something back."

“…”

"The head of the family is very happy, but that night, he—"

Speaking of this, Aunt Hong cried so hard that she could no longer say anything.

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I didn't expect that in such a short time, I would lose two relatives one after another.

My mother and Qingchen were my last two relatives left in Xichuan. They all left me. This blow was too great for me. On the night of the wake, I fell ill.

Or, it’s not that I’m sick, it’s just that I can’t hold on.

When Qinghan hugged me from the mourning hall to return to the room, the sky was still raining, and the cold raindrops fell on his face. He didn't even feel cold, but his chest was so painful.

When he returned to the room, he put me back on the bed, turned around and took the towel on the shelf. Just as he was about to turn around and wipe my face, he saw me stand up from the bed again and stumble out the door. He hurriedly walked up and grabbed me: "What are you doing?"

I turned around at a loss and looked at him with tears in my eyes.

When I saw this, Qinghan seemed to have been stabbed in the chest by someone, and the painful expression also seemed particularly heavy under the dim light.

He took my hand and walked up to me: "What do you want to do?"

"I……"

I stared at him blankly, and after a long time, I said, "Qinghan."

"Um?"

"I feel bad."

“…”

"I don't know what to do, but I feel uncomfortable."

“…”

"I feel so uncomfortable."

“…”

"I want to go out and have a good time, I-or else, my head will explode."

Looking at my head in pain, he frowned and was silent for a while before coming forward to hug me, and then said, "I'll accompany you."

He really didn't stop me, but walked out with me. It was not strong at night, but the rain was even colder. He and I walked in the yard like this. The drizzle of ice drizzled us both soaked in a short while. The cold and biting feeling even made my heart beat a little heavy.

However, such cold rain really made me feel much better.

The lights under the eaves shone on his face, and he could see his white breath. He turned to look at me and asked, "Are you better?"

I didn't say anything, my face was covered with cold rain and hot tears.

He looked at me for a while, sighed, and said, "If you are still very sad, you can say it."

“…”

"It's good to say anything."

“…”

"I'll listen."

Although he said this, I didn't speak. I just walked around the courtyard for a long time, until my feet were sore, and then walked back under the eaves and sat on the steps. He pulled me back and the eaves above my head just covered most of the raindrops.

My lips were twitching, and after a long time, I said hoarsely: "When I was a child, I wasn't afraid of him from the beginning. I liked him very much when I was a child. When he was born, I had grown up and didn't understand family affairs. I just felt that it was great to have a younger brother."

“…”

"And he, he kissed me."

“…”

"When he was just born, he cried whenever he hugged him, and he would only laugh when I hugged him."

“…”

"At that time, I really liked him."

Qinghan didn't say anything, just held me with one hand, and used a slight force on my shoulder, signaling me to continue talking.

I choked and said, "But later, we left the Yan family."

“…”

"At that time, he was just able to leave. When I left, he kept holding me and crying, and his throat was hoarse. The first thing he could say was - sister."

Speaking of this, I realized that in the future, no one will call this title in my ears.

Tears burst out from my eyes again, dripping with raindrops fell on the ground. Qinghan looked at me, but said nothing, but just hugged me in his arms tighter.

I continued, "We live at the foot of the West Mountain. In fact, he has also secretly visited me, but he is too young and can't come a few times. In addition, our life was not going well at that time, so I didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still kept hanging me until later, I entered Hongyan Building."

“…”

"During that time, in order to secretly come in to see me, his legs were injured by his mother several times. After he recovered, he came back again. He didn't seem to know that it hurt-"
To be continued...