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Chapter 133: It’s not like being a teenager after all
After Zhao Kai was taken away by Liang Yi's comrades, peace finally returned to the home.

Anlu temporarily ceased hostilities and did not create any new troubles or conflicts.

Liang Yi was also investigated and cleared up, and was reinstated to his original position.

That day, Anmin was changing her son Liang Shouye's diaper at home when she suddenly received a call from Zhou Ruian.

The phone rang urgently.

Anmin walked over and answered the phone; it was Zhou Ruian calling.

“Anmin, the hospital has issued a critical condition notice for my father. I was thinking, I was thinking of asking you and Liang Yi if you could come to Huacheng.”

"My dad wants to see you one last time before he passes away."

Hearing Zhou Ruian's words, An Min was stunned. Was Zhou Bonian already that seriously ill?
"I know this request is presumptuous, but it's okay, you can think about it. I'll wait for your call."

After saying that, Zhou Bonian hung up the phone.

Anmin stood beside the table, somewhat dazed.

When Andy On said that she was not his biological daughter, An Min had guessed that she was very likely Zhou Bonian's daughter.

Back then, Zhou Bonian's mother, Qin Shuwei, left home while pregnant to marry Andy On. He probably had no idea his mother was pregnant. So...

Why are you standing here?

When Liang Yi returned home, he saw An Min looking dazed.

An Min snapped out of her daze, looked at Liang Yi at the door, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Zhou Ruian just called and said that Zhou Bonian is critically ill and asked us to go to Huacheng to see him one last time."

Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, and the phone in her hand was still a little hot.

Liang Yi paused in his shoe-changing motion, his brow furrowing.

He put down his briefcase and walked to An Min's side, his gaze landing on her face: "Zhou Bonian? The one you suspected before..."

Before she could finish her sentence, An Min nodded, her gaze drifting to Liang Shouye and Liang Si'an, who were fast asleep in the cradle. The little one's eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids.

"But what identity should I use to see him? My daughter? He has no idea I exist. If I suddenly show up, will it make him uneasy?"

"Regardless of their identity, go and meet them."

Liang Yi's gaze was firm; he could see the struggle in An Min's heart.

"Even if it's just as your mother's daughter, going to see him off on his final journey. Some things have to come to an end, not only for him, but also for yourself."

Liang Shouye, who was in the cradle, suddenly started to whimper. An Min quickly wiped away her tears and went over to him.

The little guy stared at her with his big, dark eyes, and grabbed the hem of her clothes with his little hands and shook it.

Anmin felt a slight pang in her heart. She bent down and kissed her son's forehead, whispering, "Mommy has to do something very important. Shouye will be good, right?"

Liang Yi walked up behind her, watching the mother and son cuddling together, and slowly said, "I'll take a day off tomorrow. We'll take Shouye and Si'an to Huacheng. Let Zhou Bonian take a look; perhaps..."

He didn't say anything more, but Anmin understood what he meant.

That evening, An Min called Zhou Ruian back, only saying that she would get to Huacheng as soon as possible, without mentioning her speculation.

Zhou Ruian thanked him repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

He even offered to help the two buy train tickets and arrange their itinerary.

After hanging up the phone, she took out the photos Zhou Ruian had left behind and ran her fingertips over the photos of Zhou Bonian and Qin Shuwei when they were young.

The man in the photo is wearing a shirt, with clear features and a youthful smile.

The next morning, Liang Yi had already packed his luggage and was holding Si'an in his arms.

Anmin held the sleeping Shouye in her arms and took a deep breath.

This trip to Guangzhou finally put an end to all those things concerning my mother.

The train rattled along the tracks. Anmin watched the shadows of the trees rushing past the window. Shouye, whom she held in her arms, smacked his lips, his little brows furrowing and then relaxing.

Liang Yi tucked Si'an's blanket in and said softly, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get there."

She shook her head, wondering what her mother's feelings were when she left Huacheng back then.

When Zhou Bonian learned the truth, did he hate the woman who left without saying goodbye?
"What are you thinking about?"

Liang Yi grasped her slightly cool hand. "If Zhou Bonian really is me, how should I bring it up?"

An Min's voice was hoarse: "He's so sick, I'm scared."

"Afraid of disturbing him, and also afraid of frightening myself?"

Liang Yi finished speaking for her: "Minmin, some things have been hidden for so many years, it's time for them to come to light. What your mother didn't say back then, perhaps was what she hoped you would do for her."

The moment the train entered the tunnel, the carriage suddenly went dark.

Shouye suddenly burst into tears, and Si'an whimpered along with him.

An Min hurriedly patted her youngest son's back, while Liang Yi clumsily changed his daughter's diaper. The cries of the two siblings mingled in the small space, which dispelled much of the solemnity.

It was already evening when we arrived in Guangzhou.

Zhou Ruian was waiting at the exit early, and the bruises on his face looked even worse than they had on the phone.

"An Min, Liang Yi, thank you for your hard work."

He took the luggage from Liang Yi's hands, his voice hoarse.

“My dad is feeling a little better today; he can still recognize people.”

"Why don't you go back and rest for a bit?"

Hearing Zhou Ruian's words, An Min shook her head: "No, I'll go see Uncle Zhou first."

Zhou Ruian nodded and let them get in the car.

When she arrived at the hospital and opened the ward door, she saw the elderly man lying on the hospital bed.

"Dad, Anmin and the others are here."

Zhou Ruian leaned over the bedside and said.

Zhou Bonian slowly turned his head, his gaze lingering on An Min's face for a long time.

His breathing quickened, his eyes were fixed on her, and he suddenly coughed violently.

Zhou Ruian quickly pressed the call button to call the nurse. An Min, holding the child, froze on the spot, caught in a dilemma.

Liang Yi gently patted her shoulder: "Don't panic."

After the nurse came in and took care of things, Zhou Bonian's breathing gradually stabilized.

He looked at Anmin again, this time with a different look in his eyes.

He gestured for Zhou Ruian to bring the metal box from the bedside table.

Upon opening the box, one finds a stack of yellowed letters and a faded plum blossom brooch.

Zhou Bonian pointed to the letter at the top, and Zhou Ruian read it aloud: "Shuwei, it's as if I'm seeing you in person. I was wrong to argue with you that day. You said you wanted to go back to your hometown in Suzhou, and I should have gone with you."

The letters were all written by Zhou Bonian to Qin Shuwei, but they were never sent.

The last letter, written decades ago, was hastily penned: "I heard you married and moved to Haicheng. I wish you well. If there is an afterlife."

"After I die, please burn this for your mother, Anmin. Thank you."

Hearing Zhou Bonian's words, An Min choked up a little. She wanted to say something, but then she saw Zhou Bonian look at her and smile.

"Is this your child? May I see him?"

His eyes seemed to be telling Anmin that he knew something.

But he didn't say that Anmin and Liang Yi sat down beside him with their child in their arms.

Zhou Bonian didn't reach out to touch them; he just quietly watched Shouye and Si'an.

Finally, he slowly said: "The Yellow Crane Tower stands broken at the rocky shore, are my old friends still here? The old landscape is now filled with new sorrows. I wanted to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine, but it will never be like the carefree days of my youth."

This is Qin Shuwei's favorite poem, and it also reflects their life story.

"I know, I know everything."

At the Yellow Crane's Broken Rock, is my old friend still here? The old mountains and rivers are all filled with new sorrows. I want to buy some osmanthus flowers to carry with me, but it doesn't feel like the days of my youth.

Translation: The Yellow Crane Rock is now desolate and ruined; are my old friends still there? Before me lies a desolate landscape of the past, adding to my endless, lingering sorrow. I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and, with fine wine, drift leisurely on the water, but alas, that youthful spirit is gone.