Give up?

How can it be?

Jiang Jin couldn't believe what Su Mu said, the huge impact made her lose her mind in an instant, she pressed against Su Mu's shoulder, and pressed the person against the wall.

There was a "clang" sound, and the door was opened from the outside with a "creak".

Qingshan broke into it and shouted eagerly, "Young Master! ”

Su Mu wrinkled his eyebrows in pain, his voice lowered, and his posture was not the same as before.

"Jiang Jin, calm down."

How could Jiang Jin be calm?

She tugged at Su Mu's clothes, the buzzing in her ears continued, and the Su Mu in front of her gradually blurred into a ghost.

The comfort of each sentence made her lean her head against her fist in despair, and her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

In the end, it was Aoyama who separated her from Su Mu.

Jiang Jin didn't know how Qingshan let Su Mu leave.

When she came back to her senses, she and Aoyama were the only ones left in the room.

She picked her red eye socket with her ring finger and smiled very bleakly, "I ......"

"Young Master......"

Qingshan shouted in distress, and hesitantly took out the things in his arms and handed them to Jiang Jin.

Jiang Jin lowered his eyes.

On the slender hand is a yellowed envelope.

"This is what Madame asked me to give to you, saying that if you read it, you will understand."

Jiang Jin took it, and his fingertips swiped the words on the envelope, which were like a knife with a blade, cutting into his heart one by one.

Her voice was a little hoarse, "A-Niang knows?" ”

A hint of shame flashed across Aoyama's face.

"When I took the prescription, let my wife find out, and she knew that you didn't say anything after checking the master, so she just asked me to give this to you."

"I see."

Jiang Jin replied in a low voice, "You go down first." ”

Aoyama was not at ease, but in the end he still did not insist.

After Qingshan left, Jiang Jin took a deep breath and mustered up the greatest courage in his life before opening the envelope.

The familiar font and the paragraphs rushed to her face, pulling her directly back to three years ago.

……

Three years ago.

A remote town in the south of the Yangtze River.

During the rainy season, the air smells musty.

In one of the most inconspicuous courtyards, there lives a loving couple.

Ordinary people only know that the man in this family is a sick man, but his wife is virtuous and his son is smart, which is a good blessing.

But if there is someone from the capital, you will recognize that the man in this family was once a celebrity in front of the emperor, Jiang Ge Lao, one of the three princes, Jiang Yi.

In the small, cramped but neat room, Jiang Yi was struggling to get up, and finally fell weakly.

The dust in the room that he had stirred up swirled in the sunlight.

Jiang Yi looked at the flying dust, and his old eyes showed reluctance and regret.

It has been many years since he left Beijing to linger on the sickbed.

He naturally knew the strangeness of his illness, and he also knew that this disease could not be cured.

I can't live long.

But this is already the best result.

He has a pair of children, the eldest son is named brocade, and the younger daughter is named embroidery.

It was the death of his son that made him cherish his only daughter even more.

It was only in order to protect her that she had to be asked to replace her brother.

For so many years, no matter what he thought, he felt sorry for his little daughter.

If his wife and children were gone, he would not continue to live in the world.

The old hand rested on the edge of the bed.

The place where the hard callus was worn out is still there even after years of bedridden.

Jiang Yi tried a few more times, constantly moving his body against the wall, but in the end he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The flying dust choked him on and coughed, and each cough was like pulling out his lungs with a hammer.

The door creaked open.

The sunlight spilled in little by little with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Jiang Yi propped his head and looked over, seeing the person coming little by little.

The willow waist and the hibiscus face, as concerned as when they first met, asked him where he fell.

He laughed uncontrollably, which caused Jiang Lin's to complain for a while.

Jiang Yi touched the cocoon on Jiang Lin's hand and sighed, "It's that I can't stand you two." ”

He asked Jiang Lin to help him to the desk, as if he was young, one grinding ink, and the other lying on the desk.

Even illness could not make him bend his straight waist, and he tried to control his trembling hands one by one, just to continue the sharpness of the font.

Jiang Lin pressed the corner of his eye with his finger and looked greedily at the man who was struggling to write.

The reluctance in his heart finally turned into a cloak on his shoulder.

"Wan'er, this first letter, you ask Qingshan to be sure to send it to Yuanze, he is now the magistrate of Anfu County, if I am not here, he will definitely protect you"

"This second letter ......"

Jiang Yi coughed up blood violently, he rubbed it off carelessly, and continued to ask, "This second letter, if Xiu'er tracks me down in the future, I will give this to her." ”

"When things settle down in the future, you can take her back to the mountains and forests, and then restore your daughter to find a good son-in-law, or something else, and you can go with her."

"But if she wants to fight for the future, you can also follow her, although Xiu'er is stubborn, but not worse than Jin'er, you can't limit her because of her identity."

"If her identity is revealed one day, don't blame her, it's the fault of education, it's the fault of Lunchang, it's not her fault after all, this third letter is a talisman left for you and Xiu'er."

Jiang Yi seemed to be tired, chattered a lot, and wrote down many policies that he didn't have time to say.

He was like a lady washing clothes at the bridge pier, saying one sentence over and over again, for fear that Jiang Lin's family would forget.

Talking, talking, he seemed tired.

Lying on the table, he never got up again.

Jiang Lin in the house clutched three letters and cried silently.

The pines and cypresses outside the door are straight, and they will not compromise when they are blown rustling.

he

died on the table for which he had fought all his life.

Even to death, he couldn't let go of the pen he was holding.

……

Zhan Xin'an,

My son has been smart since he was a child, innocent and smart, because of my faults, and he can only protect his own nature.

As for the situation, it harms his family like this, and the resentment of the line is condemned, and when the matter is over, you can return to yourself.

The good and evil of the world are all profit-seeking and profit-seeking, and they have their own blessings and misfortunes, but they wish to see their families in good health and the people happy.

The origin is gathered, and the end is dispersed.

The ferry of life, each with its own boat, is like this, not your loss.

Life is wild, and my son is not suffering.

……

The wilderness of life,

My son should not suffer himself.

On that day, Jiang Jin collapsed alone in the compartment of Xi Yun Pavilion.

Silent tears, smashing on the letter, were more deafening than the thunder that exploded in the sky.

Her father told her every word, don't live in hatred, move forward, move forward.

But the death of my brother, the death of my father, and the lives of the eighty-three members of the Bofu family, how can we not hate?

The wilderness of life?

But where is her path?

Jiang Jin held the letter that day and read the letter to the moon a hundred times in his heart.

In the end, she only remembered the eight words of family health and people's happiness.