The story of raising a baby in the Yellow Chicken Villa of Sword Three

There are dark coffins in the mourning hall, and the candlelight is slow and unable to illuminate more places.

Black and white, depressing people can't breathe.

"Da Lang, please rest first. I will guard today."

"I'm going to trouble Ye De today, and you have to take care of your body." Ye Ying looked at Ye De, who had aged ten years, with a haggard face, and said worriedly, "Yeye will be worried if you are like this."

Ye De pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "I know, I know that Mr. Lang has always been kind. I also thank Da Lang for giving me the opportunity to let me guard Mr. Lang alone. I know this is unruly. In the future, Ye De will not So presumptuous."

"You are also Yeye's old man, I know you feel sad." Ye Ying's voice was choked up and she couldn't continue.

"I'm going to accompany Mr. Lang. I've been so busy these days, the incense hasn't been lighted yet, and the snacks Mr. Mr. likes haven't been placed." Ye De walked into the mourning hall step by step, completely naked.

"Big man, please go to rest. You have always been concerned about your health. You will be sad if you do this." Ye De's body was trembling, like a lone leaf in winter that would fall if blown. "Mr. .”

Ye Ying nodded, "You...just talk to Yeye..."

His eyes were red, and he lowered his head.

When Ye Ying left, Ye De begged the other servants to rest first.He begged for this night, he begged Dalang and the others.

He guards the gentleman alone, just like he served him alone for so many years before.

Ye De carefully lit the candle, looked at the memorial tablet, and burst into tears.

"Lang Jun, why don't you take Ye De with you, Lang Jun? You clearly agreed, you clearly agreed..." Ye De whispered.No one knows, no one knows how frightened he was when he woke up and opened the door to see Mr. lying motionless on the table, no one knew how regretful and painful he felt when he touched Mr. To make an apology with death.

He unexpectedly, he did not accompany Lang Jun by his side.

He actually let Lang Jun leave alone.

If he hadn't fallen asleep, maybe he could go to the doctor when he was sick, maybe, maybe this time, he just felt unwell, maybe, maybe, he could continue to gently scold him...

But, but, just because he snoozes one night.

Nothing can be undone.

Lang Jun left him again this time and left alone.

Ye De wiped away his tears and cleaned all corners and corners.The coffin was also wiped with his own hands, bit by bit.

Tears kept flowing.

In the middle of the night, Ye De was finally a little satisfied.

Kneeling in front of the tablet, he opened the package he brought, and there was an ebony box inside.

Ye De opened the box carefully, and took out the painting inside like a treasure.

Gently spread out the hand, under the dim light, a child can be seen in the picture dimly rushing forward, and a few steps away, a young man is standing, as if waiting and urging.

This is the painting given to him by Mr. Lang, and he keeps it well and treasures it.

Looking at the picture, Ye De suddenly smiled.

He muttered to himself while carefully putting the painting away again.

"Lang Jun, you are very cold and lonely when you are alone. And even if you have so many things, you don't know how to use them, right? If there is no Ye De, will you not get used to it?"

"Others don't know your habits. They don't know that the white porcelain cup you like is with a black spot on the side. You don't know that you like to put teacups and snacks on your right hand, and you don't know the incense you use. I don’t know how much you want to eat. Lord, Ye Delai will continue to serve you.”

"Lang Jun only has Ye De as his servant, and Ye De is the only one for so many decades. So, can you take Ye De with you?" Ye De pleaded softly, facing the silent tablet, facing the dark and depressed The coffin begged, "Otherwise, Ye De would be worried. Is your husband eating a lot, is he resting well, and has he taken the medicinal food? Ye De is really worried."

He wiped away his tears, "For so many years, Ye De has been serving the Lord alone. When the Lord is gone, Ye De has no goal or hope in life. I... I will continue to serve the Lord, and I will do the same in the next life." It will be the same in the next life. I know that I am stupid and stupid, and only my husband will not despise me. I have told my family that although they are a little bit reluctant, they all understand. They know how important your husband is to me. I also know how much kindness Lang Jun has to our family."

While talking, Ye De took out a celadon vial from his pocket.

He took off the lid and drank all the meth inside in one gulp.Drinking it is so exhilarating and joyful, as if what you are eating is not a deadly drug but a rare delicacy.

Drop by drop, Ye De could feel the cramping pain in his abdomen and the convulsions all over his body.But so what?

Is this more painful than seeing Lang Jun lying on the table silently?

Is this more painful than the poisonous fire that roasted the heart like regret?

Is this more painful than going to Shangna and losing everything if you can't see your husband?

He thought about it day after day, moment after moment, and thought over and over again, if he hadn't slept, everything would have been different.

Obviously, he should be beside him, and he should not sleep.He was about to go crazy in pain.

This kind of guilt and remorse is more poisonous than sex, more bitter than coptis, and he was tortured in just a few days, and he wished he could go with Lang Jun right away.But it's not enough, it's not enough, he has to arrange everything, such as his cemetery, such as the things he usually uses to take away, all of these must be prepared and secure.The clothes he cooks, the clothes he changes when he paints and writes, and other odds and ends are all necessary to serve him.

Even though he was so eager to follow, he still held back, he couldn't let Lang Jun be lonely over there, and he couldn't let Lang Jun lack something.

The eyes are getting more and more blurred, more and more blurred.

The pain in the body also seems to be relieved by the passage of time, and it can no longer be felt.

He was wearing ochre-colored clothes, carrying the parcel of the gentleman on his back, and ran forward with great interest.

But what about Mr. Lang?What about Mr. Lang?How can he not find it?

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun." The boy's voice was crying with a trace of fear, "Lang Jun, where are you? I can't find Lang Jun."

"You..." There was a voice in the distance that was as clear as a stream in spring.

Ye De looked up in surprise, and saw his husband standing under the pear tree.

Tsing Yi with black hair and outstanding demeanor, standing there is like a painting, so naturally it can attract everyone's attention.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, Lang Jun, Lang Jun, wait for me." Ye De was crying as he ran forward, running hard.

"Your Majesty said, you said that you will never leave me alone. You said that you will take me with you wherever you go." The young man cried and ran forward, "This time, you are not keeping your word, I, I will do it myself Ye De will take good care of you and don't sleep too much."

The young man smiled lightly, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.As warm as usual, as gentle as usual, as usual.

The young man smiled, as if the whole sky was bright, as if the birds began to sing tactfully.

As the wind blew, the pear blossoms scattered and floated on the young man, making him look less like a person in the world.

Candles flickered in the mourning hall, and the dark coffin represented death itself.

Ye De, who was full of white hair and haggard with tears on his face, leaned against the pillar, silently, with an illusory smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that he had found Mr. Lang, it seemed that he was following Mr. Lang again.

but……

Can you really find it?

Or just a dying hallucination?

He tightly held the sandalwood box in his arms, and there was a picture scroll in it.

In the picture scroll, a young man with the appearance of a book boy is rushing forward with a package on his back, while in the distance, the young man is standing under a tree.

In the picture scroll, the book boy's face is full of smiles, full of smiles, bright smiles.

In the mourning hall, the white-haired old man smiled happily.It looks so contradictory and so strange, but the old man is full of juvenile joy and joy.

It is obviously death, but it is so joyful and welcome.

Such joy, as if he had found his goal.

Such a welcome, can't wait to welcome.

The candle flickers and shakes and shakes and shakes.

The genuinely happy smile that day was frozen on the old man's face by death.

The candle flickers and shakes and shakes and shakes.

The author has something to say:

Awow, it's updated, my claws have been updated, awow.

There is no guarantee on weekends.

Ye De's story...

Uh, paws, I know this episode is a little sad, but there were foreshadowings before.

I mentioned Lao Ye's paintings in the pit, and he promised that Ye De would not abandon him again.

How sad will Ye De be when he sees Lao Ye dead after sleeping?How much regret will you have?

Thank you

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