flstandardbreds Chapter 236 How to Forget
Chapter 236 How to Forget
Qingxi knocked on the door: "Master!"
The door opened and Qingxi walked in. The dim room was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, and wine jars were tilted all over the place at the feet.
"Young Master?" Qingxi called again.
"Get out!" a loud shout.
Qingxi didn't move, but he didn't retreat either. He said, "Sir, before I left the mountain, the young lady gave me a letter and asked me to give it to you if you return alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure staggered out from the inner room.
He had a head full of silver hair and reeked of alcohol. He was wearing clothes that had been worn for who knows how many days, and the wrinkles on them made them look like they were found by a beggar in a garbage dump.
Qingxi was startled by the Qingling in front of her. Looking at his decadent face and the green beard on his chin, she could no longer tell that this was the leader of the evil cult that once made the whole world shudder.
"Believe!" Qingling said only one word.
Qingxi came to his senses, quickly took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Qingling.
Qingling took it with trembling hands. The envelope was a bit heavy, and it seemed that there was more than just a letter inside.
Qingling took the envelope in his hand and wanted to open it, but his hands were shaking.
"Sir, let me help you." Qingxi said.
Qing Ling withdrew his hand, looked up at Qing Xi and said, "Get out."
Qingxi hesitated for a moment, then immediately bowed and left.
Not only did he leave the house, he also walked straight out of the yard.
Qing Ling finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. He got up in a panic, holding the door frame with one hand and tightly protecting the envelope in the other.
He moved to the outside of the door, but still sat on the ground, his back leaning against the door frame. He slowly picked up the envelope and placed it in front of his eyes.
He stroked it carefully with both hands, then opened it and poured out the contents.
A jade pendant fell into the palm of my hand.
On one side is a poppy flower, and on the other side is the word "Yu". This was once given to Song Yu by Qingling himself.
Now here, he took out the letter, slowly unfolded it, and looked at the familiar handwriting on it:
Qingling, when you see this letter, I have already left. I am not originally from here. I came here by accident and met you, got to know you, and fell in love with you.
I still remember the first time we met. You were covered in scars, but I saw your handsome features and saved you out of lust.
Later you said you had lost your memory, and I thought you were as frightened and uneasy about this world as I was. I felt more and more pity for you, thinking that you and I were in the same boat.
Later, when I found out that you were the leader of a demon cult, I was shocked and angry that you hid it from me. However, during those days when we were together, we had experienced the swordplay and the bloodshed together, and feelings for each other had already grown.
With you by my side, I have gradually forgotten the pain of being alone in a foreign world. Those moments of sharing life and death are the longing that I will never let go of for the rest of my life.
But I left after all. I'm sorry for breaking into your life and leaving you behind. From now on, I can no longer accompany you in the world, and the promises I made to you can no longer be fulfilled.
You will be sad when I am not around, but don’t be depressed all the time!
During festivals, you should visit the bustling markets; don’t enjoy the delicious and spicy food alone facing an empty table.
If you meet someone you like...if you really like them, don't hesitate, pursue them boldly, love them, and don't worry about worldly rules or identity shackles.
I hope that the rest of your life will be filled with joy, even if I am not in this joy.
Love you, Song Yu!
Qingling held the letter tighter and tighter, until his knuckles turned white.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he slowly fell down. As his consciousness faded, he seemed to see Song Yu's figure.
"Ayu..."
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"No..." Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
"She's awake, she's awake, call the doctor!"
Song Yu tilted his head, looking at the familiar face in front of him, his lips moving, and after a long while he called out the familiar name: "Mom...Mom!"
"Oh, oh..." Yang Fuyue looked at her daughter who finally woke up. She should have been happy, but she couldn't help but burst into tears.
When Song Yu saw her tears, he couldn't help but shed tears too.
Yang Fuyue hugged her and said, "Xiaoyu, where have you been these days? Do you know? Mom thought she would never see you again."
"Mom... wuwuwu!" Song Yu cried heartbreakingly, venting all her longing for her parents and her fear of the alien world in these days at this moment.
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried in the ward until the doctor arrived.
Song Yu's mood gradually calmed down, and he had the mind to think about other things.
Looking around, she was in the hospital and had so many things she wanted to ask, but now was obviously not the time.
She cooperated with the doctor obediently after the examination. Song Yu then lowered his head to look at his chest and raised his hand to touch it.
Seeing this, Yang Fuyue immediately asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Xiaoyu, is your heart hurting?"
Song Yu shook his head, but then asked, "My wound, isn't there any wound on my heart?"
She just touched it and it didn't hurt, and there didn't seem to be any scars at all.
Seeing her ask, the doctor examined her again with a stethoscope and asked the same question: "Is your heart feeling uncomfortable?"
Song Yu was finally sure. Although she didn't know what happened, the wound in her heart where Ye Xu stabbed her seemed to have healed automatically.
"There's nothing wrong with your health. If you're worried, you can stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation," said the doctor.
"Okay, let's stay for two more days, two more days." Yang Fuyue said.
It wasn't until the doctor left that Song Yu had the chance to ask, "Mom, have I been in the hospital all this time?"
"You, don't remember?" Yang Fuyue asked.
Song Yu asked, "What?"
Yang Fuyue's eyes were red as she said, "You've been missing for a year. We've been looking for you for over a year. Three days ago, the search and rescue team found you on the edge of a cliff. Where have you been all this time? Do you know how worried I was?"
Song Yu's eyes widened when she heard this. She grabbed her mother's arm and said nervously, "More than a year? You said I've been missing for more than a year?"
"Yeah, where have you been this past year? We couldn't find you no matter how hard we looked, even after calling so many rescue teams." Yang Fuyue asked.
Song Yu was just stunned. She had been missing for a year, so those were not dreams. The martial arts world was not a dream, traveling through a book was not a dream, and Qingling... was not a dream either.
Her eyes were filled with tears again: "Mom..." Her voice was choked with sobs.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, Xiaoyu? Don't scare your mother," Yang Fuyue held Song Yu in her arms and comforted her gently.
Song Yu was speechless and just shook his head.
Yang Fuyue said softly: "I know my Xiaoyu must have been through a lot. It's okay, it's okay. You're back, back to your mother."
Song Yu was held in Yang Fuyue's arms, crying breathlessly.
"Bang! Xiaoyu, is Xiaoyu awake?" The ward door was pushed open violently.
A figure walked in hurriedly.
Song Yu raised his head from Yang Fuyue's arms and looked at the man with a hurried look: "Dad!"