The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 35 Family Letter
Sijiu City has three walls, the palace city, the inner city, and the outer city.

Xie Mansion's motorcade passed through the outer city gate and the inner city gate, and soon arrived at the mansion.

Yan Sanhe got off his horse and stopped when he was about to take a step, as if he didn't want to enter this door.

Yes, unwilling!

She said harsh words before leaving Xie's house, and secretly swore in her heart that she would never set foot in Xie's house again in her life.

"Scared?"

The romantic dandy's voice sounded behind him, and Yan Sanhe straightened his back secretly.

Who is afraid?

"Since you're not afraid, let's go."

Xie Sanye walked to her side and said meaningfully: "Yan Sanhe, no one dares to do anything to you."

You are now the ancestor of the entire Xie family.

Save the ancestors!

Yan Sanhe sneered, "Xie Zhifei, you don't need to use provocation."

Xie Zhifei: "You finally remember my name this time?"

Dude?
Who can not remember it?

Yan Sanhe took a deep breath and stepped into the high threshold.

When Manager Xie saw someone coming, he hurriedly ran over with an umbrella and smiled like a dog.

"Miss Yan, everything is ready and waiting for you to come."

Yan Sanhe glanced at him, "Where's Xie Daozhi?"

Why are you calling me by name again?

Manager Xie muttered in his heart and licked more and more vigorously, "Master has already taken a shower and changed clothes, and is waiting for the girl in the study!"

Yan Sanhe: "Is your old lady still angry?"

Manager Xie choked hard, "Yes, yes, I'm still breathing, that's..."

"Call all the filial sons and grandsons of Xie Mansion to the bedside."

Yan Sanhe interrupted coldly, "In case the incense fails, I can still listen to a few of the old lady's last words."

"Clap!"

Manager Xie's hand softened, his umbrella fell to the ground, and he looked at his master in panic.

However, neither of the two masters raised a voice to object. The third master even said with a straight face, "Do as Miss Yan said."

Manager Xie didn't even bother to pick up the umbrella, and ran away with his fat legs.

After running a few steps, he turned back.

"Miss Yan, according to Third Master's instructions, all clothes, shoes and socks are ready, as well as hot water. You..."

"Thank you in advance."

Yan Sanhe felt that Manager Xie was in the way, so he pushed the person aside and walked into the deep house with his hands behind his back in the rain.

Her whole body was wet, and her hair was still dripping with water, but her back was straight and her steps were very steady.

Manager Xie knows countless people, and at this moment, he actually saw a demeanor from this back that said, "Although thousands of people are against me, I will go on."

strangeness.

How could a little country girl have such a thing?

Before he could think about it carefully, he ran away again.

Behind them, the two Xie brothers exchanged glances and divided the work in a tacit understanding——

The eldest son and eldest grandson went to guard the old lady; the third son went to the study to keep an eye on her.

Xie Erli thought that the old lady loved the third child the most, and his heart sank a little bit, "If it is true... you come here quickly to see her."

"it is good."

Xie Zhifei nodded.

The two brothers parted ways at the second door. Xie Zhifei saw the eldest brother's steps were heavy, so he suddenly chased after him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, don't worry, I think there will be a chance this time."

……

In the study room, the lights are bright.

Yan Sanhe pinched the center of his eyebrows twice, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Xie Daozhi suddenly stood up, walked towards her, and cautiously called out: "Miss Yan."

Yan Sanhe looked at him, "Are you ready with pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"According to the girl's instructions, everything has been prepared."

"Then write it!"

"Write what?"

Xie Daozhi looked confused.

Yan Sanhe didn't say a word, just stood there blankly. "Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei, who followed, asked, "What did you ask my father to write?"

Yan Sanhe pursed his lower lip, suddenly sat down on the chair next to him, and lowered his head without saying a word, his face looking like a rainy day outside the window.

Xie Daozhi's heart was in his throat and he could almost lose his balance.

Finished!

Is it not working again?
Xie Zhifei was keenly aware that Yan Sanhe's shoulders sank, as if something was pressing on him, crushing her bit by bit.

Xie Zhifei thought of her hesitation at the door of Xie's house and gave up.

"Yan Sanhe, you said it yourself. You have to try every chance you have, and the coffin is just a matter of time. You can't bear to let your grandfather pass away uneasily."

Yan Sanhe sneered, "Once again, don't use provoking methods, it won't work on me."

Xie Zhifei: "..."

Yan Sanhe raised his head and looked at Xie Daozhi with moderate eyes.

Xie Daozhi was startled again. His eyes were full of ridicule, so thick that he almost overflowed.

Yan Sanhe stood up and looked at him with dark eyes.

"You can write a letter home. It can be anything you want, including your parents. It can be short in length, just like the letters your son usually writes to you. If I am not mistaken..."

Yan Sanhe's voice was soft and trembling——

"His inner demon is your letter home."

what?
letter from home?

Is Yan Xing’s inner demon a letter home from his stepson?
Xie Zhifei couldn't believe his ears and raised his eyes to look at Xie Daozhi. The shock on the latter's face was even worse than his.

"Yan Sanhe, are you mistaken? How is this possible?"

The most difficult words have been spoken, and Yan Sanhe no longer hesitates.

"In addition to my father, he also had two sons and one daughter. His daughter died in childbirth, and his son died in the plague. These people are his deepest concerns in the world."

Xie Zhifei nodded in agreement.

"besides."

Yan Sanhe looked at Xie Daozhi and said, "The only one who can make him care about you is you."

"How could it be me?"

Xie Daozhi shook his head desperately.

"Absolutely impossible. I didn't let them in. I didn't even let them in. Yan Sanhe, he should hate me. You made a mistake. You must have made a mistake."

"because."

Yan Sanhe's tone was indescribably solemn, word for word.

"He has no other children to worry about.

Because he has placed deep hopes on you from the first moment he saw you;

Because, he takes great pains to make you become talented, forces you to become talented, and finally lets you fly away;
Because the farther you go and the higher you climb, you are his pride.

Because the divorce note was torn up by your mother, and you are still his stepson. "

Yan Sanhe's voice suddenly dropped.

"In his heart, you are his son."

Every word was like a knife cutting flesh, cutting into Xie Daozhi's body. He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound and could only breathe violently.

Am I his son?
He actually treats me as his son?

He actually treats me as his son?
I……

Xie Daozhi let out an "ouch" in his throat and fell down.

"Father! Father!"

Xie Zhifei yelled and rushed over to hug him.

Xie Daozhi pushed his son away, half-climbing and half-kneeling, and stumbled to Yan Sanhe.

Looking up, I was already in tears.

"Yan Sanhe, you, are you telling the truth? Really?"

"I hope it's fake too."

The tears in Yan Sanhe's eyes also slowly flowed down.

How she wished it was fake.

That way, she could watch the calculating old lady of the Xie Mansion perish in front of her eyes;

She could feel at ease and let the Xie family suffer misfortune, death, loss of official position, and ultimately complete ruin.

She could use the entire Xie family to bury the three dead people.

Anyway, you climbed up the Xie family's tall building by stepping on him, and now the building collapsed because of him. Isn't it just a matter of repaying kindness and repaying hatred?

(End of this chapter)