[Red House] Li Changan

Daiyu stood on the steps outside the door, looking at everything in front of her, wondering if this was a dream, but the high hanging door plaque, the freshly hung white silk, and the faint cry were all too real .

Why did it turn upside down in just a few days?

Just as she was about to go out, Daiyu heard Chu Zining's voice next to her.

"Where's Li Chang'an?"

One sentence woke up Daiyu, tears came out of her eyes, Daiyu walked home quickly with her skirt in hand - no, nothing will happen to anyone.

Everyone in the Li family is a good person. They should prolong their lives and live a long life. How could such a thing like a good person's life not last long appear in the Li family.

Just around the atrium, there is only a touch of white in the eyes.

Daiyu looked up and saw the newly engraved names and surnames on the coffin and the coffin, feeling sore in her heart, she walked slowly towards the mourning hall.

"Big brother."

The hunched and kneeling person in front of the coffin moved and did not speak. The Ning family and Li Huaichen who were next to him in sackcloth and filial piety were silent, with their heads lowered, unable to see the expressions on their faces clearly. Uncle Qi's crying made people even more breathless.

Li Chong is not here, Ruan Shi is not here——

Zijuan and Xueyan nearby had already put on their filial piety clothes in a hurry. Seeing Daiyu kneeling there in pink and white, they couldn't help but feel sad, so they hurriedly handed the filial piety clothes to Daiyu to put on.

"Master!"

When Uncle Qi cried out, Daiyu's heart sank a little.

Li Xijing is the pride of Li Chong and the Ruan family. Although he has ordinary talents, he has been the most obedient child in the family since he was a child. He is upright and kind.

From the yamen to the common people, they all boast.

Such a person is only 22 years old this year. Originally, his wife is virtuous and his son is filial, his husband and wife are loving, and his future is not rich and powerful, but he can still have a foothold in Yangzhou.

But now...

All is gone.

It was clear that they only said goodbye half a month ago. Li Xijing said that Li Changan was rebellious and refused to obey discipline. Let her take care of her. In the future, she will have to balance things at home.

She understood that it was about the father-son relationship between Li Chong and Li Changan.

Daiyu moved her body and knelt beside Li Changan, looking at the mud-stained coffin all the way back, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

He took a handkerchief and wiped it off bit by bit: "Brother is a clean person, what are you guys doing standing there?"

Uncle Qi knelt there with red eyes, heard Daiyu's words, quickly moved to the side of the coffin, and directly wiped the coffin carefully with his sleeve.

There was another burst of silence and quiet, only the cries one after another.

Daiyu looked at Ning Shi and Li Huaichen, unable to say a word of comfort.When a person dies, nothing is left, and it is the business of future generations to mourn.

Standing outside the hall, Chu Zining glanced at the plain onyx that had been hastily hung up and was still crooked. Hearing the cries from inside and outside, he stared at Li Changan for a while, then turned and left Li's house.

"Uncle, I'll come to watch the spirit tonight." Ning's eyes were bloodshot, and she cried and shed countless times along the way: "You haven't closed your eyes for several days, first—"

"Let him guard."

Li Chong stood in front of the coffin with no expression on his face, but when he glanced at Li Xijing's coffin, he was in a daze for a moment: "He owes Da Lang this."

Hearing that Ning was startled, the tears that had just stopped were about to fall again, she turned away and hugged Li Huaichen in her arms, crying softly.

Ruan Shi, who was sitting by the side, seemed to have aged ten years overnight. Hearing Li Chong's words, he didn't move, only his lips moved slightly.

"Wenxiu, take Huai Chen back to sleep for a while."

"Grandma, I..."

"There are still so many days." Ruan stood up slowly, looked at Li Chong: "Let...let him stay here, I feel better."

Tonight's night is as quiet as stagnant water, lifeless.

No one in the Li family could fall asleep, and each stayed in the courtyard, silently guarding Li Xijing's spirit—the young master of their family has always been a generous person and never treated his servants harshly.

Be alone, no matter how you say it, it will be gone.

With orphans and widows left behind, how will they live in the future?

Ning glanced at Li Changan, and pulled Li Huaichen out.

When they went to the capital, Li Xijing told her that they should take a good look at what their future siblings would look like for Li Changan, and it would be best if they were someone that Li Changan could obey.

Later, when he saw Daiyu, who was well-educated and well-mannered, with a scholarly air, but with a stubbornness, Li Xijing said, that's right, only people with tenacity hidden in their bones can catch Li Changan's eyes.

When he was leaving, Li Changan specifically asked her for a prescription, saying it was for Daiyu.

"Mother, is daddy going to wake up?"

Li Changan, who was kneeling in front of the coffin, swayed slightly when he heard these words, and the emotions that had been hidden in his eyes since he came back collapsed in an instant.

Li Xijing is Li Changan's elder brother, but emotionally, he may be more like an elder, a tolerant and loving elder.

In Li Xijing's eyes, Li Chang'an's waywardness was nothing more than a child's temper tantrum, and he was always allowed to do it, after all, he was an older brother.

Everyone dispersed, only Li Changan and Daiyu were left in the mourning hall.

Daiyu held the ghost paper in her hand, and there were already a lot of burnt ghost papers piled up in the brazier, putting them in one by one, paying attention to Li Changan's movements from the corner of her eye.

Li Changan must be very sad.

"When my father left, I remember that when I came back from the capital, I didn't even see the last side. At that time, looking at the two cold and hard stone tablets, I thought, no one in this family will wait for me to come back. .”

The tone was so light that the sound of burning paper in the brazier could easily cover Daiyu's voice.

At that time, Daiyu thought that in Yangzhou in the future, she would have nothing to yearn for, and there would be nothing to miss.

now--

There is something she is willing to protect in Yangzhou again, and she doesn't want to lose the people and things she cares about.

"When a person dies, everything is gone, but...they are still in my heart, aren't they?"

People die, but memories live on.

Daiyu looked at Li Changan with tears in her eyes, and saw that Li Changan's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, but he still did not say a word.

Every time Li Changan was sad, he was like this, he didn't say a word, like a huge stone was pressing on his heart, he was so dull that he couldn't breathe.

The burning sensation from her fingertips startled Daiyu, she quickly withdrew her fingers, suppressed the pain that was about to come out of her throat, and then lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

Silence is like a thread, repeatedly pulling and torturing everyone's heart, and even the sadness that is pressing in the heart has no outlet to vent.

The moment the wind blew the white silk, Daiyu subconsciously raised her head to look at the white candle in front of her.

"I'm one step late. If I go half a day earlier, as long as I go half a day earlier, brother won't—"

When the hoarse voice sounded, Daiyu's pupils trembled, and it took a while to realize that it was Li Changan who was speaking, and she turned her head stiffly to look over. Li Changan stared at Li Xijing's spirit seat with red eyes.

"He was stabbed several times and died under the random knife. You said, how can such a good old man who never offends others become a thorn in the side of others?"

"Brother, he—?"

Li Changan smiled miserably, clenched his fist, and punched the ground.

He couldn't understand why Li Xijing would become a thorn in the side of others, a stone in the way of others, and he had to get rid of it, even if he had nothing wrong with him.

This world is so unfair, that is, everyone's interests come first, and you are nothing in front of interests, even if you are just a passerby, when you stand in front of others' interests, then you are the thorn in the flesh.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the eldest son of the magistrate of Yangzhou could die so inexplicably, in the wilderness...

Staring at Li Changan, Daiyu seemed to have an outlet for the sadness that was suffocating in her heart, she suddenly turned around and hugged Li Changan, crying for the first time.

"I know you are blaming yourself and feeling sad. I won't blame you for what you want to do, even if it's—" Even if Li Changan lost her current high spirits and became a "wicked person" for revenge, she would admit it .

Anyway, everyone looked down on Li Chang'an, if one day Li Chang'an died, many people would applaud him, and death would be a disaster.

With her head buried in Li Changan's shoulder, Daiyu's crying became more and more subdued, and even Daiyu herself couldn't tell what she was crying for.

Hearing Daiyu's sobs in his arms, Li Chang'an stared at Heiliang's coffin, and suddenly raised his head and laughed, tears fell down his face as he laughed.

"Brother, I will definitely pay back this debt."