He didn't want to live like a zombie, unable to move or breathe.
For him, ending his lingering thoughts is liberation.
Yan Qingyun looked at Niu Zai and felt that he was trustworthy.
Niu Zai smiled warmly, looked at Yan Qingyun and said, "The answer is in my heart."
Yan Qingyun shook his head with a wry smile. He felt his eyes were sore. He had no choice but to say with a wry smile: "If I knew, how could I be in so much pain?"
He was just asking for an answer, but he didn't know who could give him the answer.
Niu Zai stretched out his hand and pointed at Yan Qingyun's heart. He slowly said, "If you don't believe me, just see for yourself."
Yan Qingyun still wanted to speak to refute, but in the next moment, Niu Zai was getting farther and farther away from him, and all the thick ink attacked Niu Zai, wrapping him up instantly.
Everything began to go backwards, and Yan Qingyun was also momentarily speechless. He watched in disbelief the scene after scene that shocked him.
He was when he was young, he was when he was a teenager, he was when he was young, he was when he was middle-aged...,
He himself had forgotten that those memories buried deep in his heart seemed to have broken the seal and came back to his heart again.
It turns out that the answer really lies in my heart.
It turned out that he had already made preparations.
It's just that he forgot.
But now, he remembered it again. The answer lies in the fact that when Yan Zhiyuan was twenty-seven years old, he discovered for the first time that Yan Zhiyuan had taken the wrong path. He regretted pushing Yan Zhiyuan into officialdom for the first time. That time, he was exhausted both physically and mentally to smooth things over for him.
When he was in danger, at that time, he secretly felt that Yan Zhiyuan might get into trouble.
Therefore, he left a secret letter and prepared to submit it to the emperor for personal opening when he really couldn't handle Yan Zhiyuan anymore.
When he was an official, he worked hard to achieve political achievements, thinking that the merits would be equal to the faults. He was making preparations, but he also kept a glimmer of hope in his heart, just in case Yan Zhiyuan suddenly woke up.
But in the following ten years, only disappointment and heart-breaking pain accumulated.
He suddenly collapsed this year, which he didn't expect. He thought he could make arrangements before he died, but he didn't want something to happen to him, but he didn't have this chance.
And he was so anxious that he forgot that he had ever made any plans.
Those painful memories passed by one after another, and Yan Qingyun sighed. His life was an extreme failure.
"Yuanren may have the answer."
The surroundings returned to darkness, and the cow came out again. With a warm and kind smile on his face, he asked softly.
Yan Qingyun sighed, nodded and said, "I have the answer, but there is one more thing I can't let go of."
He looked at the calf and was extremely nervous.
Niu Zai smiled faintly and said: "No one can understand the right and wrong of worldly affairs. There is no need to worry about the things that Yuan people worry about. The Yan family started because of you. Everything comes because of you. You can take it with you.
How the family is, so it will be from now on, and the fate of future generations is another kind of destiny."
"Yes, is that so?"
Yan Qingyun's heart trembled. He thought of the dilapidated houses in his memory and the days when he was starving and hungry. Do the Yan family want to go back to those days?
He has been going around in circles for decades, but nothing has changed.
They all have noble habits. How can they get used to it once everything is gone? How can they survive? Can the two great-grandchildren still go to school to learn knowledge?
In such difficult days, would there be any women willing to marry? Will there be any women who would send their children to study and read like his mother? In the end, will the Yan family never be able to get ahead and will only be lost in the years?
, become all the ordinary people who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky, and their names are unknown and submerged in the dust of the years.
Yan Qingyun sighed: "It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter... being able to save one's life is already the greatest divine grace."
At least they are alive. Maybe they, like Su Sanlang and Zhao, can live a better life with their hard-working hands.
What people fear most is not poverty, but laziness and the evil nature of cheating.
Yan Qingyun only felt a line of hot tears sliding down his cheeks, and his vision began to blur, very blurry.
He rolled his eyes with difficulty, his gaze fell on Yan Zhiyuan, and he made a huffing sound. He returned to the dead body again. Yan Qingyun sighed helplessly. He thought he was speechless, and the knot in his heart was untied.
He knew he had let it go.
The last breath was about to leave, and this time, he knew clearly that he would not live again.
"Dad, dad——"
Yan Zhiyuan seemed to feel something in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Yan Qingyun guiltily.
Yan Qingyun sighed and spoke in an extremely weak voice: "Diligence - Integrity - Practicality - remember, remember -"
Yan Qingyun breathed his last, these were his last dying words.
Yan Zhiyuan choked with sobs and cried: "I remember it, I will remember it this time and keep it in my heart."
Yan Zhiyuan turned around and ordered to his two sons: "Tell your grandfather quickly. You have also remembered it. Tell him quickly."
Yan Yuran and Yan Yuanan didn't understand it yet, but they didn't dare to disobey Yan Zhiyuan. They just thought that this was what Yan Zhiyuan said to let Yan Qingyun leave with peace of mind. They immediately said, "Grandpa, don't worry, your grandson will remember it."
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To be honest, Yan Qingyun was their grandfather. They were respectful and afraid at the same time. Knowing that he would not die if he dragged his breath like this, they were also afraid to death.
Looking at Yan Qingyun like this today, they were all scared to death. How could there be such a scary person?
Yan Zhiyuan cried loudly and looked very sad.
Yan Yuran and Yan Yuanan also expressed their filial piety and cried together.
This time, Yan Qingyun never came back to life.
He is dead, really dead.
Yan Zhiyuan felt his hand that was as white as a bone gradually getting colder.
He shed tears so often that no one knew who he was crying for.
Niu Zai went to take out the secret letter hidden by Yan Qingyun and handed it to Yan Zhiyuan. Yan Zhiyuan was in a trance.
Niu Zai said calmly: "This is something that can save you from making mistakes. Send this to the palace and plead guilty. As usual, your father has taken care of it for you."
With a glimmer of hope in Yan Zhiyuan's eyes, he wiped away his tears, took the secret letter, kowtowed to Yan Qingyun a few times and said, "Dad, don't worry, my son will never let you down this time."
After Yan Zhiyuan finished speaking, he stood up and immediately entered the palace to ask for an interview.
Niu Zai also left the Yan family.
Not far after he left Yan's Mansion, he heard a familiar voice calling him.
"Junior brother, I'm here to take you home."
Su Xiaolu walked towards the calf and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the calf was safe and sound.
Niu Zai showed a bright smile and said, "Okay, thank you, senior sister."
Niu Zai reached out and grabbed a piece of Su Xiaolu's clothes and followed her home. He told Su Xiaolu about Yan Qingyun.
"Without moral integrity, no matter how far you go, everything will come to nothing in the end. Is this what Tao is like?"