Chronicles of Ancient Life

In the room, after Yu Wenli read the letter, he couldn't help crying like rain.The letter did not mention the Qin family, nor did it mention the entanglement between the Yu and Qin families.There was only one father who had great expectations and blessings for his child before he died, and the regret of not being able to accompany his son to grow up.In the letter, he carefully reminded his son to eat enough, clothe himself warmly, and be happy as he pleases...

"My son, my son... look at my son, like a beautiful tree in the forest, facing the wind and rain, a luxuriant pavilion..."

Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Yu Jiaze sighed in his heart that reality always takes one more turn than fiction.When you are secretly happy, the corner is wind and rain; when you are sad, the corner is sunny.The world is impermanent, and people's hearts change.

Yu Jiaze heard the conversation in the room and made up his mind a little.It can be concluded that: first, my grandfather is regarded as an ancient "Phoenix Man" in a certain sense, with low self-esteem and pride.My grandpa is considered a poor and noble son, "tall, rich and handsome" in ancient times, self-respecting and proud.When two people meet and become husband and wife together, it is easy for both of them to lose out.What's even more unfortunate is that my grandpa couldn't fight for his life and left too early.Otherwise, my grandfather would never be able to fight Grandpa.I wonder if my grandfather ever felt sad or regretted for a moment?Now clinging on tightly, is it for face or for love?Is there a possibility that love cannot be obtained, and secretly hate it?

Second, being an official in ancient times was very dangerous. If you are not careful, your whole family will die.You have to study hard, but you have to be cautious when you are an official.

Third, perhaps starting tomorrow, the fate of this small family will usher in a turning point, heading towards an unknown road ahead.

Yu Jiaze listened to his father's soft weeping, and sighed secretly that the death of the person who loved you always hurts to the marrow.Just like my mother left in my previous life, I didn’t dare to call home for a long time, because there was no one who responded to you on the other end, even if it was a scolding, not a cloud of uncontrollable air...

Time is the best medicine to heal the pain.Those beautiful and unforgettable things can be left in the memory and slowly recollected, and the fermentation will become more mellow.

The sound in the room gradually became inaudible, and there was the sound of flipping paper.Well, I should be able to get up now, it's really tiring to pretend to sleep!Always recalling the past, will you grow old quickly...

Lin Zijun listened to the silence in the room outside the window, thinking that the child should wake up too.He took food, a plate of fried steamed buns, a plate of vegetables and eggs, and walked into the house.

Yu Wenli had just put the letter away and collected his emotions when he heard the sound of his son getting dressed.He hurried to the cubicle and saw his son was about to get out of bed.He stretched out his hands to hug his son, and rubbed his cheeks, it was warm and smooth, as if his heart had warmed a lot.

Yu Wenli touched his son's little face and asked, "Xiaoye, are you hungry? Have you eaten lunch..."

In the middle of speaking, Lin Zijun interrupted, "Zixi, when the child wakes up, bring him over to eat something."

Yu Wenli hugged his son and went to wash his hands and wipe his face.He walked to the table and sat down, looked at the food on the table, and asked, "Have you eaten, Zijun, shall we have some?"

"I'll eat...Okay, I'll eat with you. Come on, give me your son, and I'll feed him something." Lin Zijun replied.

Yu Jiaze's head was full of black lines, and he really wanted to roll his eyes.I thought to myself, I can eat by myself now, so I don’t need to bother.Without waiting for my father to make a move, he reached out and took a piece of steamed bun, and slowly gnawed on it.

Except for the sound of chewing and the soft sound of bowls and chopsticks, no one spoke in the room.

After Yu Wenli ate two slices of steamed buns, he put down his chopsticks.Sighing softly, he said, "Zijun, I don't know what to do. I will think about it tonight. No matter what, our family will be fine, and I will take good care of you..."

When Lin Zijun heard this, a smile appeared on his face, "I know, I believe in you. No matter what you decide, our family will be together. Wherever you go, my child and I will follow...Okay, okay .Let’s stop being sore here. Go to bed and rest for a while, your eyes are red and swollen. It’s getting late, I’m going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, we can’t have dinner together, so I’ll just make it Eat in your own room. Parents and elder brother, I will take care of them. You go to sleep for a while. Son, go with Dad." After finishing the dishes, he wanted to go out.

Yu Wenli watched the two go out, sat silently for a while, went to the bedside and lay down with his clothes on.He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Lin Zijun was preparing dinner for the whole family in the kitchen; Yu Jiade found an old box in the house, touched the lock on it, and seemed to be hesitating whether to open it; I feel greedy and regretful, I can't keep all these good things; Mrs. Wang and Yu Wenlian are arguing about something in the house; What to say; Yu Wenmin was sitting in front of the open window with a cup of tea in his hand, the tea in his hand was already cold and he didn't realize...

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the night will soon pass, and the dawn will come...