Falling plum

◇Three Seven◆

Liu Wenqing was somewhat shocked by Liu Wenze's actions, and wanted to reprimand him for being "disrespectful", but now is not the time, so he could only say, "Understood, get up quickly."

Just in case he was doing something scary.

The surroundings were silent, and no one thought that the young master who had been treasured like golden branches and jade leaves these years was not a descendant of the Liu family. They suddenly remembered the rumored will that no one had ever seen before——Liu Ya left everything to Liu Wenqing , They all thought it was absurd at the time, how could Liu Ya hand over the house to his monster-like son who drove him out of the house with his own hands?

However, if Liu Wenqing is the only son of the Liu family...

So, this will may not exist?

But where is it?

Everyone has their own thoughts. They are still guessing what the purpose of the person who tipped off the will is. They originally thought that they had received the news, but they didn't expect that everyone had received it. They caught up with it. In the cemetery, no will was found, but such a shocking secret was revealed.

He originally thought that Liu Wenze was the most sober and rational, but he didn't expect that he was just a dizzy infatuated kind, who got in touch with his third brother, and revealed his life experience to clear up his injustice for his third brother.

Then, the real purpose of the sender has to be discussed.

The only thing that is certain is that none of them want this will to actually appear.

Bai Songxian spoke first, "The family ugliness must not be publicized, nephew, since you are not from the Liu family, you cannot interfere in the affairs of the Liu family. Please leave."

This is the eviction order.

"But I am."

Liu Wenqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said suddenly.

Everyone turned their attention to Liu Wenqing, who had been silent all this time. From the time he was expelled from the house five years ago to now, Liu Wenqing has always had a retreating attitude of "I am not your family, and I don't care about your family's affairs". He has never been so tough. Pass.

——This almost makes everyone forget that he is Mei Lang who wrote lyrics that mud can't support the wall, and he was once the leader of Muzhou who dared to write thousands of words on the city wall.

"Father... No, Master Liu personally left a will to leave the Liu family to my third brother."

Liu Wenze said.

Bai Song laughed leisurely, "Really, that's really great. Please, my nephew, please take out the will."

Liu Wenze choked for a moment, then smiled, "I'm not here now."

"Then ask your nephew to come to the door with your will. As long as you show brother Liu's will, I believe the Liu family will not be unconvinced."

Liu Wenze immediately said, "Okay. It's a deal." As he spoke, he pulled Liu Wenqing to leave.

Liu Wenze wanted to take Abao away, but Liu Wenqing stopped him, "Abao can't leave that coffin."

Liu Wenze didn't understand what it meant, but still said, "Okay, then let's take that coffin away too."

◇Three Eight◆

It was windy and snowy outside, but there was a huge coffin parked inside.Liu Wenqing was sitting by the stove decocting medicine, Liu Wenze was sitting by the bed, looking at the little girl on the bed, she looked so much like him, it would be strange if it wasn't his daughter, he even asked Liu Wenqing who this was daughter, no wonder the third brother annoyed her.

But what happened to her, what did Liu Wenqing mean when she said she was just asleep?

He turned to meet Liu Wenqing's eyes, Liu Wenqing turned his head away and didn't talk to him, so he knew that he was probably annoyed with him.

Suddenly, the little girl's mouth was flattened, and he came back to his senses. Abao was already looking at him with his round eyes, and asked him in a childish voice, "Who are you? Where is my father?"

When Liu Wenze didn't know how to talk about his relationship with her, "That's your fifth uncle." Liu Wenqing said very flatly.

Although his words were plain, Liu Wenze knew that there was a rage in Liu Wenqing's heart that he couldn't find an outlet for, knowing that he was blaming him for making his own decisions, so he had no choice but to shut up obediently.

After a while, Liu Wenqing came over with a bowl of jet-black concoction, and the little girl had already got up, rubbed her legs around Liu Wenqing's legs with her two little hands, and said affectionately, "Father, I miss you so much. "

Liu Wenqing held back his sourness, pretended to hit the little girl on the head, and said impartially and solemnly, "I still have to drink medicine to please me."

Ah Bao pursed his lips, feeling very aggrieved, "When Dad came to visit me before, he always gave me porridge and then medicine. Why is there only medicine this year..."

Liu Wenqing's throat was astringent. He made an agreement with Abao that he would come to see her every year during Laba. The age was unknown in his dream. Abao thought another year had passed.

Ah Bao kicked his calf again, stretched out his chubby little hand, and said, "A Bao is five years old, can I spend more time with Dad this year, and then sleep in the wooden box." He suddenly didn't want to explain, and said softly , "Okay... listen to A Bao."

Liu Wenqing was about to feed her daughter medicine, but Liu Wenze took the medicine bowl and said, "I'll do it."

Liu Wenqing looked at Liu Wenze, then at Abao, finally let go, and sat alone by the snowy doorway.

Liu Wenze looked at his little daughter, her eyebrows were like those of her childhood self. When Abao fell asleep, he only thought that Abao looked like him, but when Abao woke up, his expression was different. It is more like Liu Wenqing.

She saw that he was frowning, and wanted to smooth his brows with her small hands, Liu Wenze was at a loss, he didn't know how to coax the child, he was afraid that he was too serious to scare her.

"Uncle Wu...not bitter, Abao is very powerful."

It turned out that she wanted to comfort him, and a stone stirred up a thousand waves in his heart. He never thought that a child who behaved well could make him feel so distressed.

"Okay, very powerful."

After taking the medicine, Liu Wenze asked Abao to sleep again, and then went to look for Liu Wenqing who had been standing at the door.

He didn't know how to ask about A Bao, who knew that Liu Wenqing would speak up by himself.

"During the time I had Po, I... didn't live very well, wandering and wandering. Po was born with insufficiency. The doctor said that she had a tumor on her atrium. The older she was, the more the tumor would grow. It will also become bigger and oppress her heart..."

"I asked all the doctors in Muzhou, and they all said that she would not live to be five years old..." He spoke calmly, but Liu Wenze felt that his voice was trembling.

"So all these years you've been taking on any kind of work, treating money like your life, but living in a shabby house, in order to treat Ah Bao..." Liu Wenze suddenly thought.

Liu Wenqing didn't answer, and continued, "One year, Ah Bao was very ill. I thought he wouldn't survive that winter. She said that she would go to see the plum tree first. That was the first time I took Ah Bao out... Pity she's grown so big that I can't take her out of this room."

"It was in Guanyin Hall, I met Mingxiang, and he asked me, 'Would you like to gamble with time?'"

"I don't know what he means, but even if there is a glimmer of hope, I'm always willing to give it a try for the sake of Bao. I just thought about it and said, I am willing."

"Mingxiang said that according to the current medical skills, there is really no way to cure Ah Bao's disease, but I can't guarantee that there will be medical skills to cure Ah Bao sometime in the future."

"He told me that his master once passed him a coffin, and he lay in it, lifeless, as if he had died, but in fact he was not dead, just frozen in time."

"Freeze time?"

"Yes, there is no age in the coffin, and there is no age. The person inside will not grow up, nor will he grow old. As long as he opens the coffin lid at some point in the future, he will wake up again."

So Liu Wenqing guarded his little daughter who was forever buried in the ground alone, and endured one cold and rainy day after another, looking forward to the arrival of the twelfth lunar month every year, and pampering himself and his daughter to have a one-night reunion.

Reunion is only momentary, but separation is permanent.

He was just afraid, after a hundred years, who would guard his poor little daughter?

"A Bao's time is different from ours. I would have never had a chance to see you, A Bao." Snowflakes fell on Liu Wenqing's hair, making him feel in a daze—so they are already so old.

The corners of Liu Wenqing's eyes were a little red, as if he really wanted to lean on Liu Wenze's shoulder, but he held back—"Ah Ze, if you can look at her, forget about this relationship between father and daughter."