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

Chapter 468 Letters
“The mountains and rivers here are not enough to raise such a person like you.

Han Xu looked down at her with clear eyes.

"I'm not a smart person, but I'm not stupid, not to mention I've been to Peach Blossom Pond in Anhui Prefecture."

Yan Sanhe was shocked: "You..."

"Think about it again, what else can we do in Hanjiabao to make a living?"

Han Xu stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead: "Do you really think that I have nothing to do and follow you all the way?"

Another occupation in Hanjiabao is to inquire about information;

He had been to Peach Blossom Pond, so he naturally knew that the Yan family did not have a granddaughter as old as her.

"Yan Sanhe, it doesn't matter who you are, it's important that you are my friend, Han Xu."

Han Xu spoke unhurriedly: "Friends are meant to be treated sincerely."

Friends are meant to be treated sincerely.

Yan Sanhe repeated these words in his heart, and after a long time, he nodded like a compromise.

"I am indeed not Yan Xing's granddaughter."

There is not only fate between people, but also an invisible aura.

Fate makes people know each other;

Aura can bring people together.

Yan Sanhe knew that Han Xu was a trustworthy person ever since she met him. The ups and downs along the way made her even more convinced of this idea.

Not only can you talk to someone, you can also trust them.

"I am a person who should not be alive in this world."

Yan Sanhe pointed at his brain.

"I have no memory here. I have been looking for my own roots. You are the second person to know about this."

"It seems that I will soon be on par with Li Buyan."

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Not satisfied."

Han Xu narrowed his eyes: "I want to surpass her."

Yan Sanhe laughed angrily: "Be careful she hits you."

"If she can't bear it, she'll be cruel."

Han Xu's face straightened: "Yan Sanhe, I will help you find your roots without endangering the Han Family Fort. "

Yan Sanhe looked at him steadily.

"Why help me?"

"Because you helped me too." He helped me stand up.

Yan Sanhe was not one to be hypocritical and polite. She pointed at Han Xu's face and said, "Tear off that skin and let your face breathe. I agree."

After half an hour.

A face as bright as spring appeared under the lamp, and instantly, the whole room was filled with light.

How beautiful!
Yan Sanhe sighed in his heart.

……

In the following days, Yan Sanhe became busy.

She hid in Yan Xing's study and began to sort out the belongings.

In fact, after Yan Xing's coffin cracked, Yan Sanhe had sorted it out in order to solve his demons, especially the letters, which he read carefully one by one.

After reading it again, she found nothing unusual, so she focused on the book.

Yan Xing loved books. When he was exiled, he brought all the books from home, enough to load several carts.

In addition to his study, the two wing rooms are also filled with books.

Yan Sanhe read each book one by one, page by page, hoping to find something useful.

Han Xu didn't step forward to help. He had his own business to attend to.

Yunnan's mountains are high and the roads are far away. On this trip, he brought the branch's account books for the past five years and wanted to check them carefully.

Aunt Shi and the others brought delicious food every day. Back then, Yan Xing not only taught for free, but also relied on herbal medicine for medical treatment. Everyone in the village had received his favor.

People in the mountains are simple in character and want to repay favors received from others.

All this reward fell on Yan Sanhe.

The days passed day by day, and I read all the books in the three rooms, but found nothing.

At this time, Yan Sanhe didn't even think about eating, and wandered around the courtyard.

Han Xu couldn't stand it. He was a escort and knew the safest place to hide valuable things.

"Are there any secret passages, secret compartments, or anything like that in this house?"

Yan Sanhe thought about it seriously and shook her head. She really didn't know.

"I'm looking for it."

Han Xu took out his knife and struck every inch of the house several times.

Yan Sanhe found an iron rod and followed Han Xu's example, beating it.At the end of the day, there was still nothing unusual.

Han Xu: "It seems that we will only have to dig three feet of ground tomorrow."

The next day.

The two of them found shovels and dug through several flower beds in the front and back of the house at night, but still found nothing.

On the third day, Han Xu looked at the several beams in the main hall and had another idea.

"Where are they on the beams? Where are they in the gaps between the tiles on the roof?"

Yan Sanhe looked up and thought it was unlikely, "Grandpa doesn't know kung fu and he's old... Why don't you go up and have a look,"

"I'll go take a look."

Han Xu jumped on the chair, used his lower abdomen to jump up, and as soon as his arms reached up, he was on the beam.

He looked around and his eyes suddenly froze.

"Yan Sanhe, there seems to be something."

Yan Sanhe shook his head fiercely and said, "Get it quickly."

Han Xu walked over with anger, "This is the Diamond Sutra. It looks very old."

He picked up the book and flipped it through, when a piece of yellowed letter paper suddenly fell out of it.

The letter is tucked into the book, and the book is hidden on the beam.

For some reason, Yan Sanhe had a feeling in her heart that there might be a secret she wanted to find in this letter.

She stepped forward to pick up the letter, but did not open it immediately. "Han Xu, look for it again and see what else you can find."

Han Xu searched around again, even every corner, but found nothing else.

He landed on his feet and patted the dust on his body. "You can go to the study to read. I'm busy with my own business."

……

Yan Sanhe walked into the study, closed the door, and sat down in front of the desk. He held the letter in his hand, but he was still in a daze.

After taking a few breaths, she unfolded the letter piece by piece.

My brother Wen Zhong:

After a long separation, are you okay?
I was shocked and shocked when I heard the news that you were demoted at the beginning of the year.

After several inquiries, I found out that you settled by the Nujiang River. Although I was sad, I also felt that this might be a relief for you.

When I first met you, you were in your prime, high-spirited, and had been in officialdom for several years, but there was no trace of turbidity in your eyes.

At that time, I sighed, this person is rare in this world.

That day, there was a banquet, a round table, and several colleagues, all of whom were flattering villains.

You sat there, your back straight, your face stern, you didn't even pick up the chopsticks, and walked away in the middle of the feast.

I looked at your back and immediately felt the desire to make friends.

So I caught up with two jars of wine and asked: Do you want to drink?

Look at me, answer: drink.

I asked again: Why did you agree?

You replied again: It looks pleasing to the eye.

A word of "pleasing to the eyes" made us drink for three days and three nights. We were drunk and woke up; we woke up and were drunk.

Many words were said and many things discussed while drinking, but none of them were heard.Only one sentence entered my heart.

You said: There is only one word for pride in the world's most serious illness. I am terminally ill, but this thing was given to me by my mother and father, and I can only change it after lying in the coffin for a day.

I spent half my life in the army, killed countless enemies, and thought that I had a straight back and lived without having to look at anyone's face. However, for the sake of my family, I had to do things and say things that were against my will.

I can't imitate your temperament, I can only admire it in my heart.

They talk a lot, not to flatter others, but to ask for something.

I have a child under my knees, and I want to protect her forever, but things are unpredictable. If one day I can't protect her, please do it for me.

Why are you looking for me?

It's funny to say that I hold a high position, look around, have countless friends, and only a few confidants, but the only one I can really trust, who I really dare to trust, after thinking about it, there is only one you.

You are talented, but you have been lonely for half your life;

There are mountains and rivers between your eyebrows, but there is no me.

A man who wakes up alone is actually a fool; but a fool's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

So Wenzhong, you must not refuse me.

I have the courage to fight to the death, but I can't bear to hear you say "no" because this child is too important to me.

No thanks for this.

If there is any thanks, it must be under the Nine Springs. When you and I meet, I will kneel down and bow to you.

Foolish Brother: Qi Ming

In the first year of Yonghe, the winter solstice occurs.

(End of this chapter)