It rained continuously, and in this extreme weather that was almost torrential rain, there were many people around the Qi family.
They all came to accompany General Qi on his last journey home.
Qi Yan's side face was determined, and his eyes were burning with a blazing flame that could not be ignored.
Sweat and rain slid down his face, fell dullly onto his shoulders and neck, and disappeared.
Ling Yutong's eyes were red, and while looking at the road ahead, he paid close attention to Qi Yan's situation.
With such a heavy rain and such serious injuries on his body, he was afraid that returning home to apply for medicine would be another painful torture.
But I couldn't utter a single word of advice.
The only sound in the street was the sound of walking and the sound of rain. No one said a word of gossip at this time. At the end of the crowd, an extremely thin man was also walking with the crowd.
Although he is skinny, his steps are extremely determined.
Ling Yutong had good eyesight and saw that it was Lu Qinglie. Her pupils shrank and she felt helpless.
Are you risking your life?
Five hundred knives cut off almost all the strong muscles on Lu Qinglie's body, turning him from strong to weak. If he was wet again, the wound would become more serious. Even she could not save this man's life.
Qi Yan followed her gaze and said in a low voice: "Let him be."
"This section of the road will be completed even if we stop him."
Ling Yutong sighed silently, then let him go, and he was almost at home.
In front of Qi's house, white flowers are framed and white cloth is hung.
The moment the coffin entered the house, the emaciated figure suddenly fell down. The servants who had been signaled by Ling Yutong rushed over to help him up and enter the house.
The Qi family bowed to the common people under the rain curtain, bending deeply.
In the mansion, Ling Yutong fed Lu Qinglie a pill and ordered him to be taken to the side room to rest.
"Hey, I'm back!"
This loud voice full of sorrow almost frightened everyone.
Ling Yutong raised his eyes and saw Mrs. Zhao.
They were all wet at the moment, with water dripping down their bodies. On the other hand, Mrs. Zhao was dressed in white clothes, so dry that there was no dust on them, and the expression on her face was just that of mourning, with no tears.
"Look at how wet you are. I told you those people would carry the coffin directly to the house. Why should you suffer that!"
The more she spoke, the darker the Qi family's faces became.
Wu Xuan trotted over, covered her mouth, and said caringly: "Aunt, it's raining and the temperature is low. It's not okay to wear wet clothes. Go and change clothes quickly. Cousin Qi is still waiting."
The cousin Qi he mentioned was Qi Songjin who was lying in the coffin now.
Mrs. Qi had a solemn face and said coldly: "I usually don't care about it, but I've been in a bad mood recently, so you'd better keep Mrs. Zhao's mouth in check!"
Wu Xuan's expression changed and he hurriedly agreed.
"Hey, yes, yes!"
Watching the backs of the Qi family walking away, Wu Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure.
He vented his anger directly on Mrs. Zhao.
"My aunt definitely doesn't have a good temper. If you offend her and lose your life, don't blame me for not interceding for you."
When everyone in the Qi family came back, Mrs. Zhao was indeed honest.
When they kowtowed, she was obviously the least close to General Qi, yet she was the one who cried miserably and loudly.
The hypocritical sadness makes people’s ears hurt.
"Quiet!"
Mrs. Qi's eyes were cold and she said sternly: "Our family doesn't have so many rules about crying. There is no need to cry like ghosts or howling like wolves. It's just annoying."
Mrs. Qi's cries aroused her emotions. She was already weak, so how could she withstand another illness.
Mrs. Zhao cried like a chicken being killed, sobbed in frustration, and secretly gritted her teeth.
This won't work, and that won't work either. My aunt must have given her the money-making shop and was unhappy, so she deliberately picked on her!
Mrs. Zhao became quiet, and the oppressive atmosphere in the room relaxed a little.
Ling Yutong knelt on the ground, her eyes red, lowered in thought.
The war in northern Xinjiang...
She remembered that from her last life to the next few years, wars broke out in various places, and she felt as if the whole world was at war.
Refugees and common people, no city can live in peace and enjoyment.
The people she met at that time were all sallow and thin. On their faces, only the pair of eyes full of desire for survival were the most burning. But most of them were numb.
Empty eyes, pale and thin face, withered body...
It seems that all hope has been lost.
There are no expectations in the world.
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, and her heart suddenly beat fast, like a drum.
Northern Xinjiang...Brother Ce...
"What’s wrong with you?"
The words that suddenly sounded made her slightly stunned, and her eyes that were still deep in thought looked at the person in front of her without any defense.
Qi Yan hesitated.
What kind of look is this?
Her eyes seemed to have seen all the suffering in the world, and she didn't know what to do. She was compassionate and powerless at the same time...
Ling Yutong took a deep breath, calmed down, and said slowly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired, just take a rest."
"Um."
He watched her back walk away until she completely disappeared from his eyes, without looking back.
He touched his heart, which was beating faster than usual. Was he worried about her?
The rain gradually stopped, the clouds retreated, revealing a clear blue sky.
Ling Yutong walked very fast, and she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to wrap up what she had done before.
She walked into a dark alley and coughed twice, then someone came towards her direction.
Ling Yutong lowered his voice and said, "Here, this is the remaining money."
A stack of large-denomination banknotes appeared in her hand. The waiter narrowed his eyes and smiled extremely happily when he saw it.
“A pleasure to work with!”
"Looking forward to your next contact, we can give you a discount~"
Ling Yutong paused and took a serious look at the waiter opposite for the first time.
This man has a very distinctive face, with particularly beautiful lips, but his eyes and nose seem to be incompatible, each looking ugly in its own way.
The key is...well, the voice sounds really nice.
"discount?"
The other party is from Andu, and this time he even dares to take on such a job of fishing in troubled waters. He will rarely be useful in the future.
The waiter smiled even more enthusiastically, with his beautifully shaped lips curved into a very beautiful arc.
"Of course, you are a big customer, so you will receive special treatment!"
He gestured with his fingers and winked: "Next time, I'll give you a half discount."
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed and he smiled and said: "Okay."
Unexpectedly, the people in Andu are quite good at doing business.
She turned around and left, not caring whether the other party looked at where she was going.
Dark people have survived to this day, they know what to do and what not to do.
She counted the amount of money in her mind and sighed softly. Sure enough, she had bottomed out.
The money that Concubine Xian had originally given her, after removing the mark, was handed over to the people in Andu, asking them to do something.
On the day I went to Dali Temple to play drums, the reason why the Qi family's door was smashed was who started the trouble first...