"It's rainy again. My joints hurt a little. I'm really old. It's cold at home. Hearing the cries of the neighbor's children, I'm reminded of Lil 'Fan when he was young. "
"The old man doesn't say anything, but I know he misses Lil 'Fan more than I do. I often call his name when I sleep at night. Every time I turn on the lights, I see tears on his face. We're really old."
…
The diary had already turned yellow. Every time Ye Fan turned a page, tears rolled down his cheeks. It was filled with longing for him and their love.
"Dad, Mom!" Ye Fan couldn't help but cry. He had experienced so many hardships in Big Dipper, but he had never cried. Now that he was back, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The dusty diary felt like it weighed a ton, causing his hands to tremble non-stop. His heart ached. His aged parents, his miserable old age, his dreams were calling his name, but when he woke up, there were only cold tears.
"It's the New Year, and it's still just the two of us. If Lil 'Fan suddenly came back and appeared by our side, how great would that be?
"It's the fifteenth, and the Lantern Festival is here. We should be reunited, but the house is so cold. We went to bed early, but we couldn't sleep until dawn. Our waist and legs hurt, and our bodies can't take it anymore. I don't know how many more years we can wait for Lil 'Fan. "
…
Ye Fan cried and knelt on the ground. He held the diary that was filled with tears and longing. His body was trembling. Every word pierced his heart, making his heart ache.
How did the two old people get through all these years? Tears blurred his eyes. The yellowed pages carried too much, heavier than a mountain.
The last page of the diary was from ten years ago. There were only a few sentences. Their bodies couldn't take it anymore, and they were in a trance when they thought about him. The two old people couldn't speak for a few days, and they fell sick from depression.
Ye Fan's heart hurt like a knife. He grabbed his hair and knelt on the ground in pain. He wished he could turn back time and go back to that moment, just to see them smile.
This was a diary from ten years ago. What was left of it now? There was only dust. There was no life. Ye Fan's mind rumbled, and he felt as if he had lost his soul.
He knew that there were some things that couldn't be changed, but he was still unwilling. He roared like a wild beast, releasing a sorrowful cry of pain.
"Dad, Mom!"
He roared towards the sky, tears pouring down like rain. He forcefully grabbed at the void, wanting to redeem something, but he couldn't do anything.
He searched crazily, searching every corner, but everything only made him more sad. The moldy and damp bedroom, the simple furniture, the spoiled instant noodles, all of these showed that the two old people did not have a good life in their later years.
Finally, he saw many neatly folded clothes in a relatively new wardrobe. Every single one of them was well preserved. They … all belonged to him!
Ye Fan choked with sobs, trembling as he rubbed his hands. He knocked his head against the ground and knelt there, unwilling to get up. He hammered the ground with all his might.
Even though he was doing his best to control it, cracks were still spreading out. This was an unacceptable result, and he wanted to roar out loud.
He had disregarded everything and set off from the Bei Dou Star Region just to reunite with them today and appear by their side. But it was still too late.
Ye Fan cried and constantly called for his parents like a child. His tears flowed like a river, and he felt as if he had lost the entire world.
If his enemies from the Bei Dou Star Region knew about this, they would definitely be puzzled. How could such a cold-hearted and ruthless person have such a side to him?
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Fan's heart was empty. His eyes were lifeless, and he sat there motionlessly, hugging his knees.
After reading the diary and looking at everything in the house, he could already deduce that his parents' bodies couldn't take it anymore ten years ago. He could guess the ending.
Ye Fan was like a wounded child, curled up in a corner and didn't move for a day and night. His eyes were empty as he stared blankly at every item in the house.
It wasn't until the next day that he stood up. He wanted to open the last scar in his heart and face the cruel pain of bloodshed.
He slowly walked out and looked at the sky. He felt that everything was gray, and even the sun had lost its luster. Everything was so depressing.
Looking at the old courtyard house, he was speechless. He had left a lot of money for his parents back then. After Mount Tai disappeared, the house, car, and savings should all belong to his parents. Why didn't they live a good life?
Based on the standard of living at that time, what he had left behind was enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for several lifetimes.
Was the price inflation? The purchasing power of ten dollars in the 100s was similar to that of one dollar in the 90s. But even after more than 20 years, the price of goods was outrageous, and the inflation was even more severe. The property should be enough for them to enjoy their old age in peace.
Ye Fan shook his head. They were already gone, so there was no point in looking into this. He was almost desperate to face the final result.
He wanted to find out where his parents had gone during the last days of the diary. He wanted to see their last moments. For this, he decided to show his magical powers and enter some relevant departments. He didn't care if it would shock the world to read everything.
First, he released his powerful divine sense and searched through the memories of some people in this courtyard house. He searched carefully and then erased all traces of his actions.
He had never thought that he would actually find an extremely valuable clue. Someone had taken away his parents who were already dying ten years ago. It was a woman.
These people didn't know who the woman was. They only knew that her surname was Xu because his parents had called her Little Xu before they boarded the car.
A woman with the surname Xu. Ye Fan's heart moved. In his life, among all the people he knew, she was the only one he had interacted with and his parents called her that.
At the thought of this woman, Ye Fan was stunned. Then, he sighed softly. More than 20 years had passed. What else could he do? Time was so heartless and had changed many things.
Xu Qiong, a woman who had left a strong color in his life. It had been more than 20 years since they last met. He didn't know what would happen when they met again.
After leaving the suburbs, he used his magical powers and entered some relevant departments. He looked through the files and found some important things. He found out where Xu Qiong lived.
After graduating from university, his relationship with Li Xiaoman also came to an end. More than a year later, he met a woman named Xu Qiong and became friends with her for two years.
From being as plain as water, to knowing each other for two years and becoming very good friends. After that … there was no after. It had all ended before it even started.
If he didn't have that gathering, if he didn't go to Mount Tai, if he didn't disappear from this world, perhaps there would be many more stories.
In this B City where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, to be able to own a villa was an impossible dream for many people, especially in this place — West Mountain.
West Mountain was the general name of the mountains in the west of B City. It had a superior geographical location and beautiful scenery. It was especially famous for its ancient temples. It was adjacent to scenic areas and was known as the royal plate.
Ye Fan came to a standalone villa and watched quietly. The weather was very cold and the leaves on the trees had already fallen. He could see that this place was very particular. It had a good view and a good place to live.
There were no disturbances or accidents. He found Xu Qiong's residence very smoothly. It was the standalone villa in front of him.
In the distance, a car drove over slowly and a graceful woman got out of the car. She was so familiar that Ye Fan was shocked. It was Xu Qiong.
She had taken good care of herself. Although she was already past the prime of her youth, there were not many traces of aging. She had an extra sense of maturity and steadiness.
Ye Fan was in a daze and thought of many things in the past. The beautiful woman in the past loved to talk and laugh and was very cheerful. Now, her temperament was completely different.
The years that had passed and the youth that had passed had changed a lot. If he didn't meet her here, he wouldn't have dared to recognize her.
"Mom." The door on the other side opened and a girl around 16 or 17 years old got out of the car. She was very lively and beautiful. She looked very much like Xu Qiong from 20 years ago.
In the distance, Ye Fan was stupefied. So many years had passed, the girl from before already becoming a mother, having such a big daughter. This made him feel all types of emotions, silently standing there.
"Ah, time." He slowly spat out these three words.
In the distance, Xu Qiong happened to look over. When she saw him, her handbag fell to the ground. Her expression froze as she looked over in shock.
Then, she became extremely emotional. She stretched out her hand and pointed at Ye Fan. She muttered, "You … you … you are …"
"Mom, what's wrong?" The girl quickly went around the car and ran over. She hugged her mother's arm and shook it worriedly. Then, she followed her mother's gaze and looked over.
After so many years, Ye Fan's appearance hadn't changed. In fact, he was even a few years younger than before. He walked over silently and looked at her.
"Is it really … you?" Xu Qiong asked with a trembling voice.
"It's me." Ye Fan nodded.
Such a meeting made it hard for them to say many things. The two of them looked at each other silently and their emotions fluctuated.
"Let's talk inside," Xu Qiong said after calming down.
"Mom, who is he?" The girl beside her asked softly.
After entering the living room, Xu Qiong said, "Xu Ye, go to your room. I have something to say to this uncle."
"What uncle? He's only a few years older than me." Xu Ye wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. She playfully and provocatively said, "Hey, brat, who are you?" Her tone was joking, but it did not make people feel disgusted.
"Go back to your room." Xu Qiong put on a stern face.
"Oh, alright."
The living room became quiet. The two of them did not speak. To Xu Qiong, Ye Fan's appearance was too shocking.
After a moment of suffocating silence, Xu Qiong opened her mouth and said, "All these years … where have you been?"
"Very far, so far that I've risked my life and risked my life to come back." Ye Fan said bitterly.
Xu Qiong sighed and said, "I didn't wait for you for too long. We've known each other for two years, and that's all I've waited for. People have to live, don't they?"
Ye Fan nodded. Reality was not a novel. People had to survive and live. Waiting bitterly for a lifetime was not realistic. It was just a beautiful story. People had to move forward.
He did not know how Xu Qiong brought his parents here, but something must have happened.
"Xu Qiong, my parents …" Ye Fan said with a trembling voice.
"If only you had come back three years earlier."
As though he was struck by lightning, Ye Fan leaned on the sofa powerlessly. He felt as though the world had darkened. Although he had already expected it, when he heard it with his own ears, he still felt as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. His vision turned black, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Xu Qiong stood up and brought him into a room. She told him that this was the last place the two old people lived. Three years ago, they passed away one after another in less than a month.
Ye Fan knelt there and cried silently. He grabbed onto the bedsheets tightly, wanting to feel everything about them and capture their presence.
"They truly missed you. Every night, they would gently hum the songs they used to coax you to sleep when you were young, and caress the pictures of you when you were young …"
"Especially when their bodies could no longer move, they would hold onto the yellowed photo album tightly, afraid that they would lose it."
"In their last days, they would use their rough hands to caress it, and use their turbid eyes to stare at your picture …"
Ye Fan could not take it anymore. He knelt on the ground, pressed his head against the bed, and cried out loud.
All his efforts over the past 20 years had come to nothing. In the end, he could not see his parents. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, filled with sorrow and endless regret!
The heart-wrenching pain and tears gushed out like a fountain, blurring his vision. Ye Fan's fingers were about to break. He could not accept this result.
Xu Qiong left, leaving him alone in the room. In a daze, Ye Fan felt a kind of warmth and calling.
"Xiao Fan, are you back …"
Ye Fan was heartbroken. He murmured, and with every word, he cried blood as he recited the Salvation Scripture. He had never thought that he would be reciting it for his parents. Every word was branded in the air, carrying his sadness and sorrow, imprinted in the room.
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