frightfiction Chapter 812 I'll Come Back to Find You
Chapter 812 I'll Come Back to Find You
Huo Yan sat in front of Qian Ziang's tomb for a long time. Only when he felt cold all over did he stand up and walk back.
When going down the stairs, Huo Yan raised his eyes slightly and saw a thin figure walking up step by step.
Huo Yan stopped suddenly and looked at the man who was walking towards him seriously.
He is tall and has inch-long hair, and looks very energetic and decent.
He was wearing a grey sweater vest with a white shirt underneath, paired with black trousers. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and walking steadily and slowly. It was obvious that he was a calm man.
The hope that had been burning in Huo Yan's heart gradually died out. It wasn't him.
The man gradually approached her, and Huo Yan looked at the man coming towards her.
The man finally raised his eyes under her gaze all the way, and his eyes fell lightly on her face.
Then he turned away indifferently and walked past her with flowers in his hands.
Seeing the unfamiliar face, Huo Yan was disappointed. He slowly turned around to look at the man, stood there for a long time, and finally followed him.
The man walked straight to Qian Ziang's tombstone and placed the flowers on the ground.
Huo Yan walked over and whispered:
"You should buy two paper figurines and burn them for him. He loved beautiful women the most when he was alive."
"Oh? How do you say that? He married many women and divorced many times?" The man glanced at Huo Yan slightly.
“…No, that’s not the case.”
Huo Yan stared at the man's face carefully, frowned slightly, and suddenly turned and walked away, two cold tears sliding down her face.
The man behind her suddenly came forward and hugged her from behind, whispering:
"sorry!"
It was he who harmed her and ruined such a pure and innocent girl.
Huo Yan pulled the man's hand away without saying a word. The man walked around in front of her, looked down at her, raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from her face.
"I'm back. The King of Hell won't accept me, saying I've done a lot of evil, so I've come back to find you. Don't push me away, okay?" the man whispered.
Did she cry for him?
Huo Yan's eyes were red, and he whispered:
"We owe each other nothing, so stop saying you know me."
"You've suffered so much because of me. I'll use my whole life to make up for it. Is that okay?" He asked cautiously.
"I am a humble man, destined to have no chance of wealth and fame in this life. If it's not mine, I won't force it. You've been punished for your mistakes, and I don't blame you. I hope you'll be a good person in the future and don't let down so many people who still love you."
Huo Yan's voice was slow, clear and cold, and the cold wind blew her hair gently.
Huo Yan took a deep breath. It was great that she didn't have to spend her whole life in self-blame and repentance. Her heavy heart finally felt relieved.
The man followed her, walking slowly.
She spoke, he spoke too, and when she finished speaking, he immediately interrupted.
"I was a jerk before, I went too far. You said I got my comeuppance. Since we've both been reborn, why don't we start over? Qian Ziang is dead, he died in the capital, his body has turned to ash and is buried underground. I'm Qian Ziyue, the eldest of the Qian family, Qian Ziang's long-missing elder brother. I'm a law-abiding businessman, I also do charity and public welfare. I've long since turned from evil to good, willing to spread positive energy to society. I'm also a lovestruck man, who built a seaside entertainment city for a woman's words. To get it built, I shamelessly sought investment from everywhere, and finally it was completed."
Huo Yan stopped at the intersection of the stairs, slowly turned around and looked at him.
"Do you think that just because you changed your face, your hairstyle, your clothes, and your tone of voice, you've completely transformed? Your inherent bad nature remains..."
"I didn't want to deny my past, not at all. I just changed my identity to live a miserable life. There are too many people who want my worthless life, both those in the black and white worlds, and I had no choice. I hid it from everyone except you, not even my father. Big brother used the trick to get us away from the capital. Otherwise, if that master woke up, we would never be able to leave. I don't need to say more about how cruel that master is. Staying in the capital for one more day means we are in one more day of danger. Do you want to be trapped in the capital for the rest of your life?"
Qian Ziang lowered his voice and spoke word by word.
He also had hatred, but in the end, it was caused by him, so he accepted the facts and the cruel retribution.
He used the pain and torture he endured to offset the emotion that should not have been moved this time.
Huo Yan fell silent. In her world, the capital was a taboo word. She didn't want to hear or see anything about it or anyone else.
She is not dead yet, but what is the difference between her and the living dead now?
"I no longer have any hatred in my heart. Please don't let me hate anyone anymore. Please let me leave in peace, all of you."
Huo Yan spoke softly, lowered his head and walked forward step by step.
Only when my vision became blurred did I realize that I was crying again.
Huo Yan looked up at the sky and pushed back her tears.
Is it my eyes that are numb or my heart?
Why did she lose her feeling?
Qian Ziang suddenly said loudly:
"Remember that year when your mother took in a kidnapped boy? He was beaten all over his body, and when your mother carried him home, he was already dying. Do you still remember him?"
Huo Yan stopped and Qian Ziang walked forward step by step, speaking again as he walked.
One year, her parents had a fight, and her mother took her back to her grandmother's house in town.
At that time, my grandmother's family was poor, and being able to eat a meal of white rice and white noodles was an extremely happy thing.
The boy lived in her house for two months and ate white flour three times. It was the first food he loved and missed since he could remember.
How delicious could the noodles be back then?
The taste is definitely not as good as that cooked with various cooking seasonings nowadays, but the boy’s original sense of happiness will never be achieved again in this life.
Huo Yan, who was still a little girl at that time, watched the boy eat the white and soft noodles with her eyes staring at him eagerly.
He asked her to try it, but she shook her head firmly.
After the boy finished eating, she timidly asked:
"Brother, can I have some noodle soup?"
If you can’t eat it, you can try the soup.
Three servings of noodles, he eats the noodles and she drinks the soup.
Huo Yan's mother said that Huo Yan was picky about food and didn't like noodles, so she subconsciously believed that.
When she returned home to Kyoto and had the opportunity to eat noodles every day, she refused reflexively.
But if you ask her why she doesn't like it, she can't explain it.
Why don't you like it?
Qian Ziang knew that he loved noodles. He was the boy who was ignorant and ate a bowl of noodles alone.
The fourteen-year-old boy looks like a ten-year-old, skinny and bony. After being abducted by human traffickers, he has never tasted the warmth of the world.
Ms. Xin Chengsu, that beautiful and gentle woman, made him realize for the first time that there is a kind of love that can warm his heart.
Qian Ziang stood on the next step below Huo Yan, looking at her.
"Yanyan, it's me."
I recognized him when I went to the hospital with Ali.
But even though he recognized her, he didn't do anything. That was how cold-blooded he was at that time.