Light Keeper

Chapter 116
She asked her cronies what time it happened.

The confidant's face, already cracked by cold, trembled as he answered her.

Ding'an for 12 years.

That was the year before she married him!
She fell to the ground with no tears left!
She just felt funny for a while!
How ridiculous! The clan uncle who delayed her marriage for a year, the one whom she scolded thousands of times in her heart, turned out to be Zheng Yunniang!
She laughed at her childish ignorance.

Laughing at my persistence for more than ten years.

Laughing at Feng Yao's understanding of himself.

She sat in the ice and snow and laughed, thinking that the world has never been so ridiculous!
Laughing and laughing, tears came from laughing.

She didn't wipe it off, letting the scalding tears gradually turn cold and freeze again...

The cronies knelt on the ground, unable to say anything.

After laughing and crying enough, Zhou Jiao ignored her illness and left Beidi with a few changes of clothes.

Fuck his Feng Yao!
To his official wife!
She dragged her sick body all the way and relied on a wave of thoughts to support her. She wanted to go back, she wanted to kneel in front of Zheng Yunniang's grave and apologize to her, saying that she was wrong, that she regretted it...

The concierge was still someone she knew well, and when he saw her come back, he knelt on the ground and cried all day.

She went to Zheng Yunniang's grave, and her biological parents were buried next to them. They slept together in the same cave, making Zheng Yunniang's grave even more lonely.

Zhou Jiao braved the cold winter wind and knelt in front of Zheng Yunniang's grave. Her heart, which had been wandering for many years, came to belong at that moment.

She traveled to every place in the old house, personally touched the chess pieces played by Zheng Yunniang, and the piano she played...

There are still unfinished poems by Zheng Yunniang on the desk.

The rice wine is clear, the autumn moon is white, and the year of the wild goose returns to the north...

So familiar, yet so strange!
Zheng Yunniang seemed to be living in every corner of the old house, talking to Zhou Jiao about what happened in the past ten years...

Nothing in her own room had changed, even the books she hadn't finished reading and the half piece of embroidery still hanging on the embroidery rack were the same as when she left.

With tears in her eyes, she looked carefully at every part of the old house.

Hearing her return, all the old servants came to pay their respects.

With a stiff smile, she looked at the man who was much older than before, and her heart felt cold.

She asked them all about Zheng Yunniang.

Since she left, Zheng Yunniang has concealed the news of her elopement very well, and has been calling her sick to the outside world.

But after half a year, there was no message from her, and she was very anxious, so she sent a letter to Feng Yao, asking him to come back and sign the marriage certificate.

The marriage certificate had been written long ago, but Feng Yao never came back. Zheng Yunniang felt sad and went to the temple to worship Xuanyin.

When we came back, it rained heavily, and the carriage overturned into the river.

Feng Yao arrived in Yuling early in the morning of the next day, and when he learned that Zheng Yunniang had disappeared, he sent the marriage certificate to the county government while he was looking for it.

Before noon, Zheng Yunniang's carriage was fished up.

Zheng Yunniang's body was tightly bound by the reins of the carriage, and it took several wives to untie it...

Every time Zhou Jiao heard this, she couldn't listen anymore, and her palm was pinched with dense wounds.

She could understand how painful and worried Zheng Yunniang must be at that time.

My beloved daughter has to keep her filial piety for at least one year because of her death. How credible is such a man who seduces his daughter to elope...

She must have struggled desperately, but in the end she still couldn't escape the cold river.

Zhou Jiao seemed to be going crazy, looking for someone every day to ask about Zheng Yunniang.

She seemed to be in a cold river, tortured by the pain of suffocation!
Zheng Yunniang's funeral was arranged by Feng Yao. He used the excuse of Zhou Jiao's serious illness to send the funeral as the son-in-law of the Zhou family.

But he didn't tell Zhou Jiao about this.

He was sincere to her at that time, and the more sincere he was, the more he understood.

The two were neither married at the time nor had any heirs. Once Zhou Jiao knew that Zheng Yunniang died because of her, she would never see him again even if she became a monk.

He was also afraid of telling the truth, so he deceived her into observing filial piety for a year in the name of his clan uncle.

He intercepted the letters and gifts that Zhou Jiao sent every year. He lied to her that Zheng Yunniang was unwilling to forgive her. He lied to her that he had asked for the marriage certificate from the patriarch...

He lied to her...

Zhou Jiao's body quickly collapsed.

Her two sons all rushed over.

Lying on the bed, looking at her child, she felt more guilt in her heart.

Feng Yao also came after him.

She didn't want to see him.

Feng Yao stood outside her door, crying and questioning her, besides Zheng Yunniang's death, how could he be sorry for her, and why at this time, he didn't even want to see her face to face.

She had been so cold to him over the years, but had he ever given her any harsh words...

Zhou Jiao forced herself to the ground and stood at the door quietly listening to Feng Yao's complaints.

Is Feng Yao sorry for her?
Obviously, no!
In this world, Feng Yao has already given her everything he can give her.

The title of wife, the glory of a son-in-law, the dignity of the back house, the dignity when going out...

How many men in this world can do what Feng Yao did!
Maybe the two are no longer affectionate now, but is she not responsible in this process?
Zhou Jiao burst into tears.

It turns out that when two people who are not suitable are together, there is no need for any deep hatred, love or hatred, as long as they drift away in an ordinary life, they can make each other suffer.

She opened the door, and her thin, paper-like body stood upright in front of the door.

She looked at Feng Yao, who was already showing his age in his thirties, and she lost her temper because she stayed behind closed doors.

She stood quietly for a while, the coldness in her eyes gradually receded, and a little tenderness appeared in her eyes.

Maybe it was because he was about to die, and she didn't want to owe him any more.

It turns out that she is not the only one who has had a hard time these years, so why not Feng Yao!
She gently raised the corners of her lips, and the faint light in her eyes flickered like a galaxy that has gone through thousands of years.

Feng Yao's anger dissipated immediately because of this smile.

He seemed to see Zhou Jiao whom he first met 20 years ago.

It is also so fresh and agile, so quiet and indifferent.

But his heart turned cold in an instant.

Is he still the same as when she first met?
Neither of them spoke...

The winter in Yuling was not as cold as that in the Northland. The damp cold wind blew across Zhou Jiao's cheeks, blowing strands of her hair.

She traced Feng Yao's outline with her eyes, trying to remember his appearance firmly.

Does she regret it?
regrettable!
But she never regretted loving him!
But if there really is an afterlife, she would not marry Feng Yao again no matter what...

Zhou Jiao finally failed to survive that extra long winter.

For the sake of her child, she was not buried next to Zheng Yuniang after all.

It was also before she died that she finally understood that the so-called freedom does not mean that she can do whatever she wants, but that she can do whatever she wants!
After reading Zhou Jiao's memory, Song Shuyun felt depressed.

She pounded her chest loudly, feeling like she couldn't breathe.

Liu Guang waited for her to beat for 2 minutes before opening his mouth coldly.

"Zhou Jiao has three wishes..."

(End of this chapter)