Chapter 643 Ending Remnants 2

Chapter 643 Ending Remnants 2

He didn't want to live like a walking dead like that, unable to move or hold his breath.

For him, cutting off remnants is liberation.

Yan Qingyun looked at Niu Zai and felt that he was credible.

Niu Zai smiled warmly. He 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 sour. He had no choice but to say with a wry smile, "If I knew, why would I be in such pain."

He was 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 said slowly: "If you don't believe me, just see for yourself."

Yan Qingyun still wanted to speak to refute, but the next moment, the cow cub was farther and farther away from him, and all the thick ink attacked the cow cub, enveloping him in an instant.

Everything started to go backwards, and Yan Qingyun was also dumbfounded for an instant. He watched scene after scene that shocked him in disbelief.

When he was young, when he was young, when he was young, 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 turned out that the answer was really in my heart.

It turned out that he had already made preparations.

Only he forgot.

But now, he remembered again, and the answer was when Yan Zhiyuan was twenty-seven years old, he first discovered that Yan Zhiyuan had gone the wrong way, the first time he regretted pushing Yan Zhiyuan into the officialdom, and that time, he exhausted himself to clear the ground for him When he was in danger, at that time, he secretly felt that Yan Zhiyuan might cause trouble.

So he left a secret letter, ready to hand it over to the emperor for his personal seal when he really couldn't keep Yan Zhiyuan in check.

When he was an official, he worked hard to make political achievements, thinking that when the time comes, his merits and demerits will be offset. He is making preparations, but there is also a glimmer of hope in his heart, in case Yan Zhiyuan wakes up.

But in the next ten years or so, only heart-wrenching disappointment accumulated repeatedly, only hatred that iron cannot become steel.

He fell down suddenly this year, he didn't expect it, he thought that he could make arrangements before he died, but he didn't want to have an accident, because he didn't have this chance.

And he, in a hurry, also forgot that he had made a plan.

Those painful memories passed by, Yan Qingyun sighed, his life was an extreme failure.

"Yuanren has the answer."

The surroundings returned to thick darkness, and the cow cub came out again. With a warm and kind smile on his face, he asked softly.

Yan Qingyun sighed and nodded, "I have the answer, but there is one more thing I can't let go of."

He watched the calf very nervously.

Niu Zai smiled lightly and said: "No one can understand the right and wrong of the world's affairs. There is no need to worry about people's worries. The Yan family started because of you, and everything came because of you. You take it with you. What is the family, what will be after now, the fate of the younger generation, that is another kind of fate."

"Yes, is that so?"

Yan Qingyun's heart trembled. He thought of the dilapidated house in his memory, and the days when he couldn't eat enough. The Yan family, do you want to go back to those days?

He went around for decades, but he couldn't change anything.

They are all very expensive and used to it. Once they have nothing, can they get used to it? How to survive, can the two great-grandchildren still learn knowledge?

In such a difficult day, would there still be a woman willing to marry, would there still be a woman like his mother who would send her children to read and write? In the end, will the Yan family never be able to get ahead, and will only be submerged in the years, becoming all the ordinary people facing the loess and their backs to the sky, drowning in the dust of the years without a name.

Yan Qingyun sighed: "It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter... saving your life is already the greatest grace."

At least they can live, maybe they, like Su Sanlang and Zhao Shi, live their lives with hardworking hands.

What people are most afraid of is not poverty, but laziness and the inferiority of stealing and cheating.

Yan Qingyun only felt a line of hot tears slide down his cheeks, and his vision began to blur, very blurred.

He turned his eyes with difficulty, his eyes fell on Yan Zhiyuan, and he made a wheezing sound, and he returned to this dead body, Yan Qingyun sighed helplessly, he thought he could not speak, and his knot was untied, He knew he let it go.

The last breath was about to die, this time, he knew clearly that he would not come back to life 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-steadiness-remember, remember-"

Yan Qingyun swallowed his breath, this was his last last words.

Yan Zhiyuan choked up and cried: "My baby remembers, this time I will definitely remember it, and keep it in my heart."

Yan Zhiyuan turned his head and ordered to his two sons: "Tell your grandpa quickly, and you will remember it, so say it quickly."

Both Yan Yuran and Yan Yuanan haven't figured it out yet, but they didn't dare to disobey Yan Zhiyuan, they just thought it was what Yan Zhiyuan said to let Yan Qingyun go with peace of mind, and they immediately said, "Grandpa, don't worry, grandson will remember." '.

To be honest, Yan Qingyun was their grandfather, and they were both respectful and afraid at first, knowing that he would not die no matter what, they were also afraid of death.

Seeing Yan Qingyun like this today, they were all terrified, how could it be so terrible?

People who are afraid.

Yan Zhiyuan was crying, looking very sad.

Yan Yuran and Yan Yuanan also showed their filial piety and cried together.

This time, Yan Qingyun never came back to life.

He was dead, really dead.

Yan Zhiyuan could feel the coldness gradually while holding the bone-like hand.

He kept crying, making people wonder who he was crying for.

Niu Zai went to take out the secret letter hidden by Yan Qingyun and handed it to Yan Zhiyuan, who was in a trance.

Niu Zai said lightly: "This is something that can save you from making mistakes. Send this to the palace and confess your guilt. As usual, your father has covered it for you."

There was a glimmer of hope in Yan Zhiyuan's eyes, he wiped away old tears, took the secret letter and kowtowed to Yan Qingyun a few times and said, "Father, don't worry, my son will never let you down this time."

After Yan Zhiyuan finished speaking, he got up and immediately went to the palace to ask for an interview.

The cow cub also left from Yan's house.

Not far from the Yan Mansion, he heard a familiar voice calling him.

"Junior Brother, I'll take you home."

Su Xiaolu walked towards the calf, seeing that the calf was safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Niu Zai showed a bright smile and said, "Okay, thank you, Senior Sister."

Niubi stretched out his hand, grabbed Su Xiaolu's clothes and followed her home. He told Su Xiaolu about Yan Qingyun.

"If you don't conduct yourself rightly, no matter how far you go, everything will come to nothing in the end. Dao, is that the case?"

Su Xiaolu said this after pondering.

"right."

Cowboy smiled back.