The charming girl who wears ancient times and wears the present

Chapter 66

Gu Mingda held the letter paper in her white jade-like hands, the white light shone on her suet-like jade skin, her skin was so white that it could almost blend into the light, her curled eyelashes fluttered like a fan, and she pursed her eyes. With petal-like lips, there is an indescribably cuteness about her lips.Her whole body was like a snow doll, her whiteness almost blinded Yan Chenglang's eyes.

She stared at the letter paper carefully, looking at ten lines from beginning to end, the more she looked, the more amazed she became, her big bright eyes shone with hesitation.

Gu Mingda cleared his throat, and when he opened his mouth to read, he found that his throat was abnormally hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all, which directly made people wonder if her vocal cords were broken.

It was the letter that surprised her.

Gu Mingda didn't know if it was better to let her brother know. Today, my brother knew too much information, and his mood was like a rough sea. It must be difficult to calm down for a while. If he knew the secret in this letter again, she was afraid that his brother's emotions would be broken. Like the sea after a storm, it is surging, and the wind is howling.

Sensitive Yan Chenglang immediately deduced from his sister's sullen expression that this unread letter must contain important information.

Until today, he didn't know that his mother didn't die accidentally, but went to LS because of a terminal illness and died alone in that unfamiliar place.

When he was young, he was ignorant. When his mother passed away, he often lay in bed and could not sleep. He always complained in his heart that his mother was not good. Why did he sneak to LS? The most unforgivable thing is why she didn’t take good care of her For myself, she actually let a cold take away her precious life.

However, now his heart is full of indescribable pain and indescribable sourness.

If time could come back, he would take care of his mother obediently, let her eat well, let her sleep well, and let her go to the hospital for check-ups every day.

It was because he was too young and didn't know how to take care of his mother, which made her suffer from advanced leukemia.

If he could take care of his mother earlier, her mother might have early stage leukemia and would not die so young.

"Xiao Qi, read it, brother will know sooner or later, no matter what it is, life has to pay for itself." Yan Chenglang's voice was unusually hoarse, obviously his voice was fine just now, but when he spoke, he Hearing the vocal chord seemed to be broken, it was low and unpleasant.

Gu Mingda wanted to say something else, but Yan Chenglang looked at her firmly.

So, Gu Mingda cleared his voice and began to read:
dear words:

Zhanxin is well!

I'm Ann, and I'm Lun's sister.

This is the first time I write a letter to you, and it is also the last time I write to you.

For a long time, I have hidden a secret in my heart, tormenting my heart day and night. I don't want to disappoint my brother's entrustment, and I don't want to delay your youth.

You love your brother, and your brother loves you too.

You told me that you don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, but you want to die in the same year.

When I was a child, I often saw the brutal struggle of the family and the separation of my wife and children, which gradually made my heart as cold as ice and snow.

I despise your naive feelings.

But now I worry about your feelings every day.

Until 3 years ago, I secretly got on a plane and went to the capital to see you. I saw you sitting in a courtyard and holding a little boy in your arms. I was pregnant with a baby that year.

When I saw you mother and son talking and laughing, playing clapping games.

All of a sudden I burst into tears.

I fled in a hurry.Forgive me for being a coward. When I arrived in Beijing, I bought the fastest flight to Switzerland without saying a word to you.

I didn't know sister Yu that you were pregnant.

After returning to Zurich, I suffered from insomnia all night, and when I woke up in the morning, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and my hair kept falling out as soon as I combed it. This torture lasted for three years.I thought it was because I thought about it day and night, committed a mental illness, and felt deeply guilty for you mother and child.

Smoking, drinking to numb my nerves.

I can hardly bear this kind of life.

I live with daily painful emotions that torment me and torment me.

I thought I would carry this secret into the coffin for the rest of my life, but those jackals in our family secretly planted chronic poison on me without anyone noticing.

Sister Yu, I only have one month left in my life.

There is one thing I must tell you.

Brother is dead, please don't wait for him.

Take my little nephew to find a man who loves you and live the next life well.

When my brother died, tell me not to tell you the news of his death.

Also, the marriage between your brother and you in Switzerland is invalid.

Sister Yu, I'm sorry! !

——An Juebi
The room was so quiet that the two could almost hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. The ground was as smooth as ever, and if an embroidery needle fell, it would be heard clearly.

Quiet, very quiet, so terribly quiet that even the molecules in the air couldn't help but hold their breath.

After Gu Mingda finished reading, he lowered his curled thick long eyelashes, lowered his head, and relaxed his white fingers. The envelope was like a butterfly with broken wings, lying alone on the white and neat quilt cover, The withered and yellow paper is particularly eye-catching on the white silk cotton quilt.

Gu Mingda's eye sockets were moist, and two or three crystal clear tears were hanging on the drooping eyelashes. In order not to let the tears fall, she raised her neck and tried her best to see what was on the ceiling. Take a closer look at the creative and simple cloth-covered personalized chandelier on the ceiling, it is so uniquely designed and beautiful.

At the end of the day, my brother's mood was like a roller coaster. First he was told that he was not an illegitimate child, and then he was told that he was an illegitimate child. The important thing was that Aunt Xia Yu died of illness, not an accidental death in LS.

She loves her brother! ! !
Very distressed, very distressed, this distressed feeling can only be expressed in plain language, any gorgeous language will only appear exaggerated.

"Brother, there is a song that says men cry, cry, it's not a crime!" Gu Mingda had a flash of inspiration, and he comforted him in a low voice, his dark eyes filled with distress that was about to overflow.

Yan Chenglang couldn't laugh or cry, he deliberately rubbed Gu Mingda's black hair with his slender fingers, the fingertips were smooth and smooth, very clean, not greasy, he didn't even see a single bit of dandruff, the black, waterfall-like hair was draped over the On the shoulders, the tip of the nose smelled a pleasant scent of flowers.

Gu Mingda quietly did not resist, and let Yan Chenglang mess up her hair. Normally, she would love to care for her satin-like black hair. The last time Gu Chengyuan wanted to rub her hair intimately, she snatched it on the spot. All the chicken legs in his dinner were given to Gu Yan to eat alone.

"Xiao Qi, brother is not sad, I just feel sad for my mother!" Yan Chenglang carefully folded the withered letter paper that fell on the quilt, and stuffed it into the envelope.

He is the son of man and cannot criticize his biological father, but he said from the perspective of a bystander that his father is really selfish.

Steward Wang went to Xia Yuan's room and told Xia Yuan that Gu Mingda had woken up.If Gu Yan's company had something to do, he went to deal with official business.

As soon as Xia Yuan was happy, she wore cotton slippers and went directly to Yan Chenglang's room. When she reached the eldest son's room, she stopped and heard her daughter reading a letter.

Out of curiosity, she stood at the door and listened, but she didn't expect to hear a secret that she shouldn't have heard.

Xia Yuan's brows were tightly frowned into a one-word eyebrow.

She moved quietly and wanted to leave.

But Yan Chenglang stopped her.

"Mom, take a look at these two letters." Yan Chenglang handed the envelope in his hand to Xia Yuan, and said without reservation, "This is the suicide note that Xiao Qi found from the bear doll, it is the suicide note of Xia Yu's mother, Take a look."

Yan Chenglang has always had a habit. He called Xia Yu Xia Yu's mother in front of Xia Yuan, but he called Xia Yuan his mother. He regarded Xia Yuan as his biological mother from the bottom of his heart. She has paid a lot, and she deserves this well-deserved mother.

"Actually, when I was looking for Xiaoqi outside, I heard it when I walked into your room. Xiaoqi is a careless child, and the door is ajar." Xia Yuan looked at Yan Chenglang lovingly. It's getting thinner and thinner, she looks distressed, obviously she gave birth to three children, but Yan Chenglang is the most congenial with her, he is very sensitive, very filial, and often breaks your heart in a thoughtful way, just like what he called When Xia Yu was "Xia Yu's mother", Xia Yuan couldn't help crying in his heart.

"Xiao Lang, mom has been forgetting to tell you. Mom won't be jealous of sister Xia Yu at all. Instead, I really hope you call me mom and sister Xia Yu is my mother." Xia Yuan in [-] gradually began to gain weight, and her originally wealthy oval face developed into an oval shape, but her face always exuded the radiance of maternal love, which became more and more loving as the years went by.

Xia Yu caressed Yan Chenglang's cheek with rough fingers, "You will always be my mother's good son, irreplaceable!"

Gu Mingda hugged Xia Yuan coquettishly, "There is me, there is me, I am also a good daughter in my mother's heart!!" Leaning on Xia Yuan's shoulder, she secretly shed a tear.

Yan Chenglang took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to the two most important women in his life: "Mom, Xiao Qi, I'm going to the capital to see the courtyard house where my mother grew up. I remember it There is also a small fir tree that wants to finish writing "Spring Thunder" for my mother, and then fulfill my mother's wish to make "Spring Thunder" into a movie."

(End of this chapter)