Although Yu Siqi ate very much in the Jiang family ancestral hall, he still didn't control his appetite with such a large amount of delicious food today, so that the belt around his waist once again tightened his belly that was about to burst.

It seems that next time you have to loosen the belt to let go of your mouth and eat like this, when Yu Siqi put down the chopsticks in his hand, Gong Chen on the opposite side also hiccuped again and again.

Looking at Gong Chen's satisfied expression when he put the last piece of meat in the box into his mouth, Yu Siqi felt that overeating might not be good for the body, but it was definitely not bad for the spirit.

Experiencing the comfort of being relaxed, Yu Siqi, who was leaning on the chair, gradually closed his eyes. Just when he was about to fall asleep, Gong Chen cried out happily.

"I opened your thing, what the hell?"

"Any questions?" Yu Siqi opened his eyes and asked, "What's inside?" ”

"A candlestick." Gong Chen pushed the fast food lunch box in front of them, carried the opened package with one hand and put it on the table, and said, "Take a look for yourself." ”

Yes, Gong Chen is not wrong, this is a candlestick that is a bit like a 'trident', the workmanship is rough and simple, and it is not as noble and gorgeous as it appears in the movie. Under the candlestick was a letter stamped with a wax seal, which is a rare sight these days. After Gong Chen picked up the letter, he took out a letter opener from his pocket and said, "Many people say that they don't need this thing anymore, but I think so... It's never a bad thing to be prepared. Hell, it's text I can't read again. ”

After a cursory glance at the unfolded letter, Gong Chen handed the letter to Yu Siqi and said, "You read it." ”

Yu Siqi, who took the letter, quickly reacted, this is a letter written in pure Latin American Siani, judging from the signature and recipient, it seems that the sender does not know what happened to Awen.

Under Gong Chen's strong expectant eyes, Yu Siqi cleared his throat and began to read:

Hello young Mr. Wen Yelin,

It's been more than half a year since we last communicated, and forgive me for being so dragged on for an old man like me, but the sudden death of my beloved wife still had a big impact on me. You know, I'm not afraid of jokes from young people like you who have been single for a long time, I haven't done housework in almost 50 years, and I don't know how to support myself. After firing four babysitters, I, the dying man, finally learned how to cook noodles and fry eggs, which I now rely on for three meals a day. Of course, I know that this kind of simple cooking may be a little trick for you, but please forgive an old man who is already 75 years old. Sorry, I'm once again hiding my age, it's a really bad habit to be offended.

I don't think I can help you with what you asked me for last time. Because very few people can remember what they experienced when they were 5 years old, even if it was their own experience. Maybe there are people like that in this world, but obviously, I'm not. So as for that request of yours, I can only say that there is nothing I can do.

As my apologies to you, I have decided to bequeath to you the belongings I received by chance when I was young. You may be a little surprised, why would such a rich old man as me be so stingy as to give you only an ordinary candlestick? Maybe it's my personal humor! I suppose my coveted wealth is nothing more than a coppery thing to a wise man like you, and you are not a money-grubbing man. I think you care more about the little angels we once swore to protect than money and wealth, right?

That being the case, then this "plain" candlestick has a lot to offer.

Like the oil lamp you showed me earlier, it's a magical artifact from a Rameshiani craftsman. In the limited information I had, I found a lot of rumors about this candlestick, and while most of them weren't rosy stories, I thought... The act of bringing the dead back from the kingdom of the dead cannot in itself be called 'good'.

But for desperate people like us, this candlestick may become a 'good medicine' that must be drunk. You and I both know that the angels will eventually return to heaven, and you are still as helpless as I am on earth.

If, of course, the cherub is still alive; Then I think that with the friendship between you and me, you should not mind the crazy words of a 75-year-old man.

Your dear friend

Li Yichi

P.S. May all be well.

Please write back to me as soon as possible, I can't remember whether I've eaten or not.

After reading the letter, Yu Siqi looked at Gong Chen, who was also confused, and the two stared at each other for a long time, until Gong Chen accidentally knocked the candlestick to the ground, and they realized what they had just known.

"Who is Li Yichi?" Gong Chen asked blankly: "How did I not know that Ah Wen still has this special 'pen pal'." ”

"I know who he is, but I don't know him." Yu Siqi took a moment to tell Gong Chen about the book he had seen at Su Qingwen's house, Gong Chen was confused at first, and then suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I know." ”

Then I saw Gong Chen running downstairs with a smoke, making a lot of noise downstairs looking for something, and then panting and grabbing a newspaper soaked in coffee juice on it back to Yu Siqi's side, judging from the greasy smell on it, it is likely that Gong Chen took fritters from the newsstand a few days ago.

After spreading out the newspaper that should have been in the trash can under Yu Siqi's disgusted expression, Gong Chen swiped his index finger over it and said nonchalantly, "Come on, buddy." Just look at it, don't be too demanding, that's all we have now. ”

"I'm not asking too much, I just want you to be nice to the newspaper." Yu Siqi said angrily: "Especially when you plan to watch it again in the future." ”

Regarding Yu Siqi's sarcasm, Gong Chen obviously ignored it as if he was a deaf ear. I saw him excitedly use his index finger to click a few times in a certain column of the newspaper and say: "Look, it is said here: Li Yichi, an old man who lives alone, was found to have died suddenly at home a few days ago, and no one inherited a huge amount of property. ”

"What, he's dead?" Yu Siqi asked in surprise.

"That's what the newspapers say, hey... It's better for you to take your time and see for yourself, I'll clean up, I'm about to get off work. Gong Chen motioned for Yu Siqi to put his eyes on the position he was pointing at, and he walked downstairs with a few bags full of garbage.

A few days ago, the most famous and talented historian in Sinsong City unfortunately passed away at home at the age of 76. In January this year, the police received a call from the postman, saying that when he went to Li Yichi's home to deliver letters for him every month, he found that the dog in the yard was barking incessantly, and he chose to call the police in a panic. When the police arrive, they work together to subdue the watchdogs, who are making a fuss because of hunger, only to find that something is not quite right in the house. After a little investigation, the police found that Li Yichi had unfortunately passed away at the dinner table. After on-site comparison and forensic autopsy, it was confirmed that the old man Li Yichi was likely to die because he suffered from Alzheimer's disease and did not remember whether he had eaten.

Although this hypothesis is a bit bizarre, it is not difficult to see from the testimony of the nanny who worked in the old man's home and the neighbors that he has won. The young Li Yichi may have been a very good historian, but in his later years he lived in an extremely lonely and helpless environment, with a huge fortune and no heirs, he never trusted anyone, let alone let strangers get close to him. Police spokesman Bao Chengxing also confirmed such a possibility, and called on everyone to care more for the elderly living alone, and to ...

"Have you finished reading?" Gong Chen's voice came from downstairs, interrupting Yu Siqi's thought of continuing reading: "You don't plan to spend the night here, do you?" ”

"What time is it?" Yu Siqi raised his voice and said, "Are you going to get off work?" ”

"It's almost three o'clock, and I usually leave work at two o'clock." Gong Chen said: "Remember to bring that candlestick, let's take it back to the priest to see, his head will definitely see something." ”

"Got it," Yu Siqi bent down to pick up the candlestick, glanced at it and walked out of the room. I thought to myself, it's too early to leave work here, no wonder there is so much unfinished work in the house.