He Lian'er said softly: "After I helped my parents send my brother to his grave, my father told my mother about brother Xiao An. They learned that brother Xiao An fell ill because of the sadness about his brother's affairs. They were very worried. They sent him a message specially.

I'll come back and check on brother Xiao An for them."

"Your parents are interested." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Qing...Sister Qing'er, is Brother Xiaoan feeling better?" He Lian'er summoned up the courage to ask again.

Yang Ruoqing squeezed out a wry smile, "I no longer have a fever, but I'm totally lost and ignoring everyone. The situation is not very good."

He Lian'er frowned slightly.

When she rushed to the restaurant earlier, she heard about the situation from Brother Xiaoan's fifth uncle.

They also knew that their siblings were on their way to Changhuai Prefecture to seek medical treatment.

He Lian'er felt ashamed and uneasy because he came here by himself and couldn't help much, but also interrupted people's way of seeking medical treatment.

I wanted to stop Uncle Wu from chasing someone, but it turned out that Uncle Wu had already arranged for someone to chase him...

In this case, He Lian'er felt that it was necessary to meet Brother Xiao An and could not just go back.

"Can I go see Brother Xiaoan?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "Of course, you come with me."

He Lian'er was sent to Xiao An's room. At this time, Xiao An was neatly dressed and sitting behind the desk, holding in his hand a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers that Yang Ruoqing folded for him on the way and turning them over and over.

There are strings of small white bone buds, and there is a faint fragrance. Xiao An seems to like it very much, and he plays with it all the way.

"Go and talk to him, he won't even pay attention to what we say."

Yang Ruoqing told He Lian'er and stepped aside.

He Lian'er walked gently to the desk. Looking at the haggard and dull-eyed Xiao An, she couldn't connect him with the brother Xiao An who had been talking to her in the mourning hall a few days ago, let alone the former brother.

Brother Xiao An, who is full of energy and cheerful, is placed together.

This is simply...a new person.

He Lian'er covered her mouth and burst into tears before she could speak.

Xiao An seemed to have feelings. He slowly raised his eyes and saw He Lian'er covering her mouth in tears in front of her. His eyes moved a few times and he didn't speak for many days. When the sound came out of his mouth

Sometimes, it was as hoarse as a knife drawn on a stone slab, as if it was about to bleed.

But to Yang Ruoqing's ears, her brother's voice was the sound of nature.

Because, despite ignoring everyone, he actually called out He Lian'er's name the first time he saw her.

"Lian'er?"

He Lian'er put down her hands and nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Brother Xiao An, this is Lian'er. Lian'er is here to see you."

An unprecedented smile appeared on Xiao An's face, and the ice in his eyes melted little by little, and his eyes were like the warm sun in winter.

"Brother Xiao An, why are you so thin?"

He Lian'er came forward and stood in front of Xiao An, "Brother Xiao An, I heard that you are sick. My parents and I miss you very much. You must listen to the doctor's words, take good medicine, and get well soon!"

Xiao An looked at He Lian'er and her eyes were red.

"I, I am not worthy of your and uncle's physical concern. I, I am guilty. It was I who killed Qingsong..."

Xiao An's voice was choked up and she wanted to cry, but the tears couldn't fall out.

His throat felt like it was filled with stones, and his heart was pressed by the heaviest stone. All the blood from his body poured into his eyes, and the bunch of locust flowers had already been crushed into pieces by him.

He Lian'er shook her head.

"No, brother Xiao An, neither my parents nor I blame you. It's not your fault, it's my brother who is unlucky."

Xiao An didn't think so. He lowered his head in shame, gritted his teeth, and the muscles and veins on his face became swollen.

It seems to be a prelude to something manic.

Yang Ruoqing watched from a distance, her heart in her throat.

Suddenly, He Lian'er took off the baggage roll on her shoulder, put it on the table, pulled the baggage roll, and said to Xiao An: "By the way, my parents asked me to bring something to you..."

There are two things.

A brand new pair of shoes, a man's size.

There is also a 70% new robe, which also belongs to a man.

"These shoes are new shoes that my mother gave to my brother, and the clothes are worn out by my brother. Originally, I planned to burn them to my brother, but then my parents discussed it and decided to give these two items to you."

"Mom said, your feet are about the same size as my brother. I will give you shoes to wear. You will have to walk a long, long way in the future. You have to walk the unfinished road for my brother."

"My father asked me to give these clothes to you. My father said that you are good brothers. I leave them for you to think about."

Xiao An took the shoes and clothes with trembling hands and held them tightly in his arms.

The tears I had been holding back for many days finally burst out...

Yang Ruoqing quietly left the room, leaving the two of them talking inside.

When they got outside, Yang Huazhou, who had just been busy greeting the guests, ran upstairs and saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the corner of the stairs secretly wiping tears. Yang Huazhou's heart skipped a beat and he strode up to her.

"Why are you crying? Did something happen to Xiao An again?"

Seeing Yang Huazhou's nervous look, Yang Ruoqing quickly shook her head: "Uncle Wu, don't panic, I'm happy..."

"Ah?" Yang Huazhou was even more puzzled.

With the gloom and mist that has shrouded it for so many days, the entire Tianxiang Building, from the stewards to the waiters, have been cautious wherever they go these days, for fear of offending the owner and shopkeeper.

Where does this joyful thing come from?

"Uncle Wu, it's like this..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't wait to share the joy with Yang Huazhou, so she pulled him aside and told him about He Lian'er's coming.

Yang Huazhou was also excited.

"As long as you can speak, it's good, and if you can cry, that's good!" He nodded repeatedly, wishing he could run to Xiao An's house and hold his head with him and cry again.

Yang Ruoqing stopped him: "Fifth Uncle, let's not go in and disturb them right now, let them talk properly."

Yang Huazhou nodded repeatedly.

The uncle and nephew were guarding the stairs. You looked at me and laughed, and I looked at you happily. The dark clouds that had been hanging over the place for several days were blown away by a gust of wind.

Yes, a pair of shoes or a piece of clothing is not worth much, let alone a treasure that can be passed down from family to family.

But in Xiaoan's case, the meaning is extraordinary.

This conveys the attitude of He's father and mother, forgiveness, tolerance, understanding, acceptance, and encouragement.

For Xiao An, this is a good medicine that allows him to let go of his burdens and live with peace of mind.

And the medicine can cure the disease.

At night, after He Lian'er returned to her guest room to rest, Xiao An came to Yang Ruoqing's house.

"Sister, these days... I have made you all worry about me."

Yang Ruoqing was reading a book. When she heard Xiao An's words, she quickly put down her book and came to him. She took his hand affectionately and looked up and down.

"You silly brother, we are a family. As long as you are good, we will be better than anything else."

"Come, come and sit here and have a nice conversation with me. It's been a long time since we, my sister and I, have talked like this."

Xiao An smiled naively. No matter how upright a man he had grown into, when his sister pulled him by the hand and sat on the stool, he was as obedient and obedient as the tiger-headed little guy back then.
Chapter completed!