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Chapter 135 Zhou Bonian's Death

After spending some time with Hu Jia at Huacheng University, Liang Yi and An Min left.

On the way back to the hotel, An Min remained silent, but Liang Yi seemed to be able to read something from her expression.

"At least this time, Uncle Zhou will have no regrets about our visit."

Hearing Liang Yi's words of comfort, An Min nodded slightly. Holding her daughter in her arms, she was filled with emotion.

“I never thought these things would happen to me, but after experiencing so much, I feel that many things in this world seem to be arranged invisibly.”

“If I hadn’t come to the Northwest, I wouldn’t have met you. If I hadn’t come here, I wouldn’t have known the whole story of what happened back then.”

Liang Yi listened to his wife's words and smiled as he patted her head.

"My wife is indeed a great writer; she can even say such philosophical things."

How could An Min not know? Liang Yi was trying his best to make her laugh.

She snorted and said there were many things he didn't know.

"Let's go back tomorrow. There's still a lot to do in Baiyanggou."

The next morning, Anmin and Liang Yi packed their simple luggage, and the two children woke up early, their big, dark eyes wide open.

Outside the window, the sunlight in Guangzhou was dazzling.

"Have you got the tickets?"

Liang Yi stuffed the last piece of clothing into his travel bag and closed it.

"Yes, it's in my pocket."

Anmin agreed and looked down to check her small cloth bag again.

She bent down and picked up her daughter, whose soft little body snuggled against her, smelling of milk.

"Sian, be good. We'll take the train home in a little while."

Just then, there was a knock on the hotel's wooden door.

Liang Yi walked over and pulled it open.

Zhou Ruian stood at the entrance, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, looking somewhat solemn.

His eyes were a little red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse: "An Min, Liang Yi, I'll have to trouble you to go to the hospital again."

He paused, took a breath, and then uttered the rest of his words with difficulty: "My dad, I'm afraid, will only be here a little while longer."

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi's expression froze, and An Min tightened her grip on her daughter's arm.

Liang Si'an, nestled in his arms, seemed to sense something, shifting uncomfortably and pouting.

"How could this be...yesterday..."

Anmin said this in disbelief.

"I suddenly couldn't go on last night. The doctor gave me some medication, and I've barely managed to hold on until now."

"He woke up for a while, but he was still groggy. He kept calling out Aunt Shuwei's name and the two children."

He looked up, his gaze falling on Liang Si'an in An Min's arms, then at Liang Shouye, who was sitting quietly by the bed: "He prepared things for the children. For their last moments together, could you please go and see them one last time?"

Anmin took a deep breath, suppressing the sob in her throat: "Let's go now."

When the group rushed to the hospital, they saw Zhou Bonian lying on the hospital bed, covered with a snow-white blanket, making him look even thinner.

Zhou Ruian walked quickly to the bedside and bent down.

Zhou Bonian said something.

Zhou Ruian immediately understood, and he quickly took out a small bag carefully wrapped in red velvet from the bag next to Zhou Bonian's pillow.

Uncover the red cloth, and inside are two small, golden longevity locks.

The lock plate was polished to a shine, with the words "Peace" clearly engraved on it, and a delicate little bell attached to the bottom.

Zhou Bonian picked up one of the gold locks with trembling hands, his movements gentle. An Min hugged Liang Si'an close to him, and Zhou Bonian hung the gold lock around Liang Si'an's delicate neck.

The cool gold flakes against her skin made Liang Si'an seem a little uncomfortable. She moved her little head and looked curiously at the shiny new object on her chest with her big, dark eyes.

Then Liang Yi carried Liang Shouye over.

A gold lock was also hung around his neck.

Zhou Bonian's gaze lingered on the longevity locks around the necks of the two children for a long time, his eyes shining faintly as if they were filled with tiny starlight.

He wanted to say something, but he had no strength left.

Zhou Bonian's eyes held so much.

Guilt, relief, and some unspeakable longing, like the lingering snow of late autumn, weigh on one's heart.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Liang Yi, his lips moving.

Liang Yi immediately bent down and put his ear to his mouth.

With his last bit of strength, Zhou Bonian said something, and Liang Yi was startled. He then nodded emphatically, "Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I remember."

Zhou Bonian felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders; his fingers slipped and hung limply on the bed sheet.

His breathing gradually became long and even, the rise and fall of his chest became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a very soft sigh.

The air in the ward seemed to freeze. Zhou Ruian collapsed beside the bed, and the sobs he had suppressed for so long finally broke free.

Anmin held Liang Si'an in her arms and lowered her head; the bell on her daughter's chest was still swaying gently.

Zhou Ruian cried his heart out, but when he saw his father's calm face, he lowered his head.

My father's wish has been fulfilled, and it is indeed time for him to leave.

He's been able to hold on until now because he's unwilling to give up.

He wiped away his tears, stood up, and handed the box containing the letters to Anmin.

"This is what my father left for you."

Anmin opened the box, picked up the letter, and found that the edges of the letter were worn, obviously having been repeatedly handled by its owner.

Zhou Bonian's handwriting is beautiful, but his words are full of regret.

"My dearest Minmin, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. By the time you read this letter, your father will have already gone to find your mother. I owe you and your mother so much in this life, and I dare not ask for forgiveness. I only wish you peace and happiness from now on, and not to worry about me. That jade pendant was something I promised to give to your mother back then, and now I give it to you as compensation for my cowardice in this half of my life..."

Before she could finish reading the letter, Anmin's tears finally broke free.

She recalled the first time she met Zhou Bonian, when he held her hand and said she looked like him; she remembered the look in his eyes when he looked at Si'an; and she remembered his unfinished words, "I know," before he died.

He knew everything, but he didn't say it.

This was the last thing he could do for her, to prevent her from living her life with regrets.

A light rain was falling on the day of the funeral, as if even the heavens were weeping for this missed connection.

Anmin stood in front of the tombstone, clutching the warm jade pendant tightly in her hand.

Raindrops fell on her hair, and Liang Si'an reached out her little hand to wipe away the tears on her mother's cheeks.

Perhaps this is how life is, continuing the bloodline in unexpected ways.

Those missed moments and unspoken words will eventually transform into stars in the sky, gently watching over the reunions of people on earth in the long night.

Zhou Ruian didn't know what was written in the letter, but he knew that his father liked Anmin very much.

Perhaps it's because of the saying "love me, love my dog".

“If anything happens in the future, you can call me, Anmin. I consider you my younger sister.”

"Thank you for giving my father a sense of fulfillment in the final moments of his life."

If it weren't for Anmin, my father might have regretted it for the rest of his life. The ending we have now is already very good, very good.