The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

085 Dawn

Le Yan: "I really can't see everyone in such pain anymore! Although Ning Haotian committed a heinous crime, he was also trapped by love. Now he has deeply repented for what he did back then! My mother is gone. Although I am sad, Although you are sad and have struggled deeply, the living are more important, right? If Mother is still alive, she will definitely not want to see you trapped in the hell of hatred and unable to extricate yourself!"

Le Yan was agitated, and a special body fragrance radiated from her body, floating in the air, making An Qiusheng seem to have returned to the past.

Xiang Xueyin fell softly into her arms, dark red blood stained the corner of her smiling mouth.She said weakly: "Qiusheng...don't hate...don't complain...live with Ruohuan...promise me...forget about all of this."

Le Yan fell on the ground and cried bitterly: "Father...let it go! I beg you!"

An Qiusheng's legs softened, and then he knelt down in front of Le Yan, his eyes were dimmed with water, and his trembling hands wanted to hug Le Yan: "Ruohuan..."

Ning Haotian: "Brother!"

An Qiusheng turned around suddenly, and saw Ning Haotian standing not far away, looking at him with a complicated expression.

The two eyes met and looked at each other complicatedly, neither of them spoke.

In the secret room of the Buddhist hall, the red gauze curtain is light, and the majestic and gorgeous flowers surround the beautiful young woman.

Kneeling beside Baiyu's bed were Le Yan and Ning Haotian.

Le Yan saw An Qiusheng's wavering: "Father, please! Give Eunuch a chance to redeem his sins, forgive him!"

Ning Haotian pleaded: "Junior Brother——"

An Qiusheng sighed in pain: "Die debt! Ning Haotian, if you want me to agree to marry my daughter to your son, you must return Xueyin's body to me, and I will let her die in peace!"

Ning Haotian: "I promise you. I will immediately choose an auspicious day to arrange funeral affairs for Xueyin."

An Qiusheng: "Also, you must go to the police station and confess that you are the mastermind of the Demon King's marriage case! Let the court judge your crimes!"

Ning Haotian glanced at Le Yan with guilt and pity: "Junior brother, everything I have done has nothing to do with Zhiyuan. Don't make things difficult for the two children anymore. Don't worry, as long as you give me a little more time, I will definitely I will give you a satisfactory explanation!"

An Qiusheng: "Okay, I'm waiting for your explanation!"

An Qiusheng turned and left.

Le Yan: "Father, where are you going?"

An Qiusheng: "I'm going to find Yichen. Yichen's life or death is still uncertain, so I'm worried. When Yichen is out of danger, I'll come back and take care of your mother's funeral."

Le Yan stood up abruptly: "What's wrong, Brother An!?"

An Qiusheng: "He... committed suicide, and his life is dying now."

Both Le Yan and Ning Haotian were taken aback.

Le Yan: "Suicide? Why?"

An Qiusheng said guiltily: "Just like you, he has recovered his childhood memories and understood the truth! He can't accept this fact, so... he blames me! I killed him!"

Le Yan anxiously asked, "Where is Brother An now?"

An Qiusheng: "He's at your house. Your mother... I mean your adoptive mother, who is your elder brother's own mother, is taking care of him! I don't know if you can save him. If you rush back now... you should To see him one last time."

Le Yan was in a hurry, and rushed out of the door recklessly.

"No, it's hard... It's hard to do so much, and finally everything will be fine. Why did God make such a joke? Why is it the most innocent person who pays the price?"

Le Yan ignored the surprised eyes of passers-by on the road, and put on a red wedding dress representing festive occasions, but the supposedly happy bride ran away with tears streaming down her face.

Xiaoya Huizi was wrapping up her wounds for the comatose An Yichen, while Ning Zhiyuan and Bai Songxian stood beside the bed with worried faces.

Xiaoya Huizi arranged underwear for An Yichen and covered her with a quilt.

Xiaoya Huizi: "The medicine I just changed for Mr. Yichen is the best wound medicine in Japan. This bottle is for external application. It can stop bleeding, promote muscle growth, and promote wound healing. I will use this to replace the wound medicine prescribed by the doctor just now. Replace it twice a day, this bottle is taken internally, it can replenish blood and vital energy, and it can be taken with traditional Chinese medicine without any conflict.”

Xiaoya Huizi glanced at Ning Zhiyuan: "Mr. Yichen, please!"

Xiaoya Huizi put the medicine on the bedside, got up and walked outside the house.

Bai Songxian: "Thank you, Miss Huizi. Are you... wanting to leave?"

Xiaoya Huizi nodded: "Mr. Yichen is not out of danger yet, and I don't want to leave at this time. But my father keeps a close eye on me. In order to protect Mr. Yichen, I must go back immediately to avoid his suspicion."

Ning Zhiyuan was anxious: "Keiko, will you tell Mr. Taro about Yichen's life experience?"

Xiaoya Huizi sighed: "Zhiyuan, I won't say it, but my father...maybe he knew about Mr. Yichen's life experience...Madam, please forgive me, I am the same as Mr. Yichen back then, I have my own reasons, so , I can only do so much for you!"

Xiaoya Huizi bowed deeply to Bai Songxian, then looked at Ning Zhiyuan meaningfully, turned her head and left.

Just after leaving the courtyard, Xiaoya Huizi saw Le Yan running over from a distance, the golden hairpin was crooked, her hair was messy, most of the makeup on her face was gone, her clothes were still gorgeous in silk and colorful embroidery, but she was so embarrassed Unbearable.

Le Yan threw herself on Xiaoya Huizi, her voice choked, "Sister Huizi, Brother An...Brother An..."

Xiaoya Huizi looked at Le Yan's face that was full of tears, and felt her cheeks wet: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, he will definitely get better."

Hearing that An Yichen was fine, Le Yan's worried heart finally let go, and couldn't help but hugged Xiaoya Huizi tightly and cried out: "Brother An is innocent! Why...God is so unfair! Why...Brother An did it What went wrong? What did we do wrong?"

Xiaoya Huizi tightened her arms and hugged the person in her arms tightly, her clothes were soaked with Dou Da's tears.

"There is nothing wrong... No one is wrong... But in this world, there are too many helplessness, too many last resorts..."

Too much, imposing high-sounding responsibilities on others...

As the night passes, the dawn will come.

In the morning light, smoke rises from the small courtyard of Lejia.

Ning Zhiyuan wrinkled his nose, awakened by the smell of food, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to make sure that An Yichen was safe and sound.

After two days of recuperation, An Yichen had passed the critical period, his face was still a little pale in the morning light, but it was much more bloody than before, Ning Zhiyuan squeezed his still clasped hands, his body temperature was still a little low.

Looking at the room, neither Bai Songxian nor Le Yan was seen. He was probably busy in the kitchen. Ning Zhiyuan stood up, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and leaned over to press a kiss on An Yichen's lips, pressing his forehead against him: "Morning, my husband... "

The lightly held hand suddenly felt a tremor, Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly raised his head, looking nervously at An Yichen.

Eyelids trembled slightly, with slender eyelashes sweeping the morning light, An Yichen frowned and let out a painful moan.

Ning Zhiyuan shouted excitedly: "Yichen! Yichen!"

Both hands clenched An Yichen's hand even more tightly.

An Yichen: "Hiss...pain..."

Ning Zhiyuan was startled, and realized that he was too excited just now, which may have affected his wound, so he quickly let go: "Yes... I'm sorry!"

An Yichen slowly opened his eyes, the bright light made him a little uncomfortable, he blinked, and finally Ning Zhiyuan's anxious and excited face was clearly reflected in his mind.

"Zhiyuan..." An Yichen's voice was low and subtle, but it moved Ning Zhiyuan so much that he forced tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ning Zhiyuan: "Yichen, how do you feel? Don't move! Your wound hasn't healed yet."

Looking at Ning Zhiyuan's distorted facial features, crying and laughing, the original white and round chin, many messy beards grew out, and his hair was disheveled and untied, An Yichen found that he had no conscience in his mind. The comments, but my heart was filled with warmth, softening the lines of eyebrows, and a smile hung on my pale lips.

He still remembered that when the cold blade cut through the hot flesh, there was no expected severe pain, but his mood suddenly became lighter. He leaned against this peach tree full of memories, and until he lost consciousness, only A fair and clean boy was smiling at himself, acting like a baby to himself, talking to himself...

Walking before the gate of hell, An Yichen felt that many things could be let go, but this person in front of him might not be let go for the rest of his life...

An Yichen looked at Ning Zhiyuan quietly.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't know what to say for a moment, this short period of one month seemed like ten years had passed.

An Yichen was still very weak, he raised his right hand with difficulty, trying to touch the person in front of him.

Seeing this, Ning Zhiyuan quickly grabbed it and pulled it to his side, rubbing his still cold hands.

This touch is so familiar, every time I fall into a light sleep, I can always feel his presence, a tear slipped from the end of An Yichen's eyes, and softly called: "Zhiyuan..."

Ning Zhiyuan blinked, and shed a tear on the hands they held together: "I'm here, I'm here."

The two were relatively silent again, just staring at each other intently.

Some of the vegetable soup in Le Yan's hand spilled out: "Brother! Are you awake?"

Le Yan hurriedly put the dishes on the table, then rushed out of the house, yelling: "Mother! Mother! Big brother woke up!"

There was a noisy sound of objects colliding from the direction of the kitchen, and Bai Songxian wiped her hands while running, completely losing her usual elegance.

Bai Songxian held An Yichen's hand excitedly: "Shiqing! My son! You finally woke up, mother is here! God bless you!"

An Yichen turned his head to face Bai Songxian, and called weakly: "Mother..."

Bai Songxian choked with sobs: "Why are you so stupid! Mother has been waiting for you for 13 years, and has been looking forward to you for 13 years. If something really happens to you, how can mother live!"

An Yichen smiled wryly: "Mother, I'm sorry! It's the child who is unfilial..."

Bai Songxian: "It's good that you can wake up! Mother has you and your sister, mother's life is worth it!"

An Yichen: "Sister?"

Bai Songxian: "You and Le Yan are my good children, Le Yan is younger than you, of course she is your sister!"

Le Yan burst into a bright smile: "Brother! My mother and I will take good care of you, and you will be fine!"

An Yichen squeezed Bai Songxian's hand tightly, and showed a pure smile to Le Yan. He hasn't been so purely happy for a long time.

Bai Songxian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Oh, Shiqing, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mommy, go buy it for you?"

Le Yan: "Mom, you stay here with Big Brother! I'll just go!"

An Yichen: "Don't bother, haven't you just finished cooking? Is it enough for one more?"

An Yichen smiled and wanted to prop up his body, but he felt that he was not strong enough, and his wound would throb in pain no matter which way his body turned.