Deng Mulai conveyed to Siqing the latest news of You's care for An, and his colleagues in the art world who followed him collected a message from him secretly, saying that although he was not free, he had no worries about his life.

If you don't have to worry about your life, there is always hope.

Later, the Beiyang warlords of the Northeast Yizhi were no more, Wu Sankou disappeared, some people said that he had surrendered, but he was afraid that the road he had climbed up before would have to be revisited, and this time he may not be able to get his wish.

As for his father, he had forgotten to look for it, but when he remembered it, he could not find it again. A person will not disappear out of thin air, unless he has been buried in the loess forever, if he asks more people and passers-by, there are still clues to prove it, but he refuses to ask, he has to find it himself, he has contacted Siqing a few times, and has been saying that he has not found it, and he does not know who deceived him.

The Beiyang warlords were taken over, and some of the original systems have changed and some have not changed, for example, Cheng Yiheng was confined to Xuncheng for 30 years, and it sounded good for 30 years, but in fact, it was for life, I don't know if it was because he ignored it or how, in short, the guards didn't get the news of the ban, and they still had to watch him.

Year after year, the world seems to be turned upside down.

Cheng'er has grown into an adult, he took the initiative to send a few letters to Siqing, half-sandwiched in French, the handwriting is nondescript, at first he said that he wanted to continue his studies, not back for the time being, and later said that he had made friends, he had to wait, and then he turned around and brought people back, and then said that he had fallen out of love, his heart was very hurt, and he had to recuperate outside for a period of time, and then he always said that he had not recuperated yet, and he couldn't go back.

This letter made Siqing understand that this road was impassable, and the Meng family's skill inheritance could not be counted on by him alone.

She has always believed that Cheng'er has the right to make his own choice, and he can not accept the Meng family's career, as long as his life is not wasted.

But as a mother, she also has the authority to discipline, she knew that Ting'an had always wanted to come back, but because Cheng'er had been dragging it, she didn't respond to Cheng'er, she also made an independent decision, and wrote on the reply that Ting'an personally told others not to look at it.

The letter said: If Cheng'er is disobedient, tie him up and bring him back.

Ting'an replied after a long time, he raised Cheng'er from the age of eight to twenty-three, fifteen years, and wanted to take him back several times, but this child always made excuses every time, and was always delayed for various reasons, but at this time, it was the time when the country was full of gunsmoke, and after careful consideration, he made up his mind again that for the sake of safety, he could not let Cheng'er go back.

He replied to Siqing that he didn't know when the war would stop, but he didn't expect to think of a few years, and if he stayed for a while, he would finally return.

It was fashionable and optimistic, and he felt that he would be able to return in a few more years, but after a few years, the war did not subside, but intensified.

Cheng'er is twenty-nine years old.

At the approaching age, the young maniac finally converged, the fried hair became a neat short haircut, the friend was changed into a suit, and the attainments of Chinese painting were greatly successful, Ting An said that there was no market for Chinese painting here, but he had just finished a round of lectures in the university, and the lectures were full, and now he is starting to set up his own studio.

He succeeded in bringing Chinese painting abroad, just as Ting'an brought back Western painting back in the past, no one was optimistic about it at first, but gold will always shine one day.

He has great plans here, and the most common words he hears are that the future is terrifying and the future is immeasurable, and he likes to hear these compliments, and he has to prove to Ting An that he is right to stay here.

But Ting'an's health is not very good, his temples have already turned white, and he has always had problems with his heart, it is said that it is an old problem, and he can't be happy and sad, and it is true, Cheng'er has been by his side for so many years, and he has never seen him really laugh and cry.

He didn't seem to be happy or unhappy, he only saw him have mood swings once in his memory, it was a long time ago, the assistant Xiao Xu showed him his love, he said that he had a wife at home, Xiao Xu left sadly, and he locked himself in the room, no one was allowed to go in and disturb, and he didn't come out for a whole day and a night.

Cheng'er thought he was interested in Xiao Xu at the time, but he was sad because he had married a wife at home and couldn't be with her, but later, Xiao Xu found a local to marry, and sent him a wedding card when he got married.

Regarding his wife's room, when Siqing brought Cheng'er here, the two vaguely heard the conversation, although he was only eight years old at that time, but as far as he remembered, he clearly remembered that his mother said that people were afraid that they would be more than lucky.

Therefore, the third uncle is so depressed, is he remembering his wife, but over the years, except for that time, why has he never heard him talk about it again?

Cheng'er was a little curious about the third aunt, he didn't have a deep impression when he was a child, he didn't remember what people looked like, he asked the third uncle, but he didn't ask anything, he even suspected that his third uncle himself had forgotten what people looked like.

And he found that as soon as he asked this question more, his third uncle's face turned pale, and he always pressed his chest, so he took a break and wanted to take him to the hospital to check his heart, but Ting An didn't go, he said that it was almost the same whether it was cured or not, and he wouldn't live to be a hundred years old if he was cured, so it was better to take advantage of the fact that he could walk and see now, and remember this world more.

He was too stubborn about this, and Cheng'er reluctantly agreed to him, so he took him to walk around and see more.

The first thing to show him was what he thought was the most valuable: the studio he had just built.

"Third uncle, my hard work is here. He was in high spirits and chattered to give him a little introduction.

With a smile on his face, Ting An only listened half of it.

The other half of his mind drifted into the distance, and it took a long time before he pulled it back, and he suddenly said, "Shanghai has fallen." ”

"Huh?" Cheng'er's words came to an abrupt end.

"Your mother has moved to the concession, and there is no danger for the time being. ”

"Oh, that's fine. Cheng'er sighed lightly, "Didn't you say before, when it's calm over there, let's go back, it's getting more and more chaotic now, and it's too unsafe for us to go back at this time." ”

Ting An sat on the sofa, facing the row of sycamores outside the window, which were luxuriant, blocking the sunlight from the leaves, revealing speckled circles of light.

He stared at the apertures and smiled, "I can't walk, I'm ...... There was no chance to go back. ”

The empty room, with a quiet sigh, pierced through the wind and rain of nearly half a century.

Cheng'er was silent beside her, not knowing how to respond.

He said lightly: "You don't want to go back all along, even if the wind and waves are calm over there, you won't go back, right?"

was broken by a word, Cheng'er was stunned, squatted down, raised his head beside him and said: "I live so well here, why do I have to go back, I will have nothing when I go back!"

Ting An continued to look out the window, the sunlight was hidden by the clouds at this time, and the aperture on the ground turned into a large shadow, he got up and walked a few steps forward, looking at the shadow, after a long time, he said slowly: "I want to go back, you go back for me, okay?"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he turned his face to look at him, and said: "Not now, when you want to go back one day, you must remember, take my ashes back, take them to Xuncheng, and let me go home, okay?"

"Third uncle?" Cheng'er's eyes were slightly red, "Don't say that, you have a long life." ”

"If you have the opportunity, set up a tablet for Miss Gu and put it in the ancestral hall of the Meng family. Ting An didn't seem to hear his words, so he only looked down on himself.

Cheng'er was anxious: "Don't be like you confess your last words, if you have anything to say, let's say it slowly, okay?"

He really didn't say it anymore, not to listen to Cheng'er's words, but to explain his last words.

He died five years later in the fall.

At this time, the war in China has not stopped, Cheng'er's studio is doing well, the sycamore outside the studio has grown a lot, and the autumn wind is together, rolling the leaves and falling to the ground leisurely.

Xiao Xu came, took a key, opened a box, and turned out a thick pile of letter paper inside, the letter was signed by Shen Wei, and Weng Rongrong, some were very concise, and some were more verbose, but on every page, four words would appear: Xuncheng and Meng's family.

Cheng'er looked at the letter paper one by one, and then burned it to Ting An one by one, and after burning a pile of papers, he had already gone through the years of thinking.

In this journey, every step knocked on his heart.

Whether it's Shen Wei or Weng Rongrong, they have nothing to do with the Meng family, and they don't seem to be very familiar with Ting'an, but every letter they send is wholehearted.

If the only connection between these people is that they were born in the same land.

Cheng'er finally made up her mind: "I want to send the third uncle home." ”

The partner of the studio asked, "How long will it take to be back?"

He looked back at this place and said with a smile: "I don't know, my father hasn't returned yet, I have to wait for him to return, how can I leave without seeing my father?"

He glanced down at the portrait of Ting'an in his hand, and hurriedly explained: "My father is not like this, he must come back alive!"

The young man left home for a young age, and his mother was already dying.

He couldn't take Ting'an back to Xuncheng directly, he had to go to Shanghai first.

Siqing got the news of Ting'an's death in advance, and it was past the time when she was shocked to hear the bad news, and when she saw the portrait and ashes, all she had left was a long thought.

After all, it was not possible to gather, Huai'an did not return, Ting'an left, Si Rusi has not had any news for so many years, and the plaque in front of the Meng family must be full of dust.

"Do you want to take the third uncle back to Xuncheng now?" asked Cheng'er.

There are chaos everywhere, Meng Kuo has the ability to trap Huai'an, but the people he left in Xuncheng have long been insufficient, and he has no energy to reach out to this side, Xuncheng is not a forbidden place.

"Your father knows that I am in Shanghai, and I am afraid that he will not find me if he leaves. Siqing shook her head, "If you still have something to do, take the first step and bring the third brother back first." ”

Cheng'er was a little annoyed: "I'm fine, don't worry, when my father comes back, we'll go back together." ”

"I'm afraid...... Your third uncle can't wait, you send him back to Xuncheng first. ”

"That's fine. Cheng'er compromised, "It's just right, the third uncle still wants me to set up the third aunt's tablet, so I'll ...... Come back soon, you wait for me, I came back this time, just to find a way to save my father. ”

"Do you want to save him?" Siqing looked up happily, she didn't have a deep relationship with this child, when she was a child, she only took care of him for three or four years before leaving the Meng family, and later took him out of Xuncheng, and they got along for less than a year, and sent him to France, they are mother and son, but she almost didn't fulfill her mother's duties, and she didn't want him to help her with anything.

"Yes!" but Cheng'er nodded solemnly.

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