NFBE Chapter 376 The Canary of the Shang Emperor 62
Chapter 376 The Canary of the Shang Emperor 62
After dealing with Shang's affairs, Jiuli always had a bad feeling on the way back to Guiyueyuan. She always felt that Gu Jingnian definitely had bad intentions, and she was afraid that this year would be even more unpleasant.
Standing at the gate of Guiyueyuan, I felt a darkness in front of my eyes. Are these balloons and red ribbons all over the yard real?
Subconsciously, she raised her hand and pinched the red flower next to her. A flash of surprise flashed through her mind. Is this red candle oil? But this could not offset the anger in her heart. This was simply too much. Her yard!
When she walked in, she saw glowing balloons everywhere, which simply cast a shadow on her mind.
"Gu Jingnian!" He quickly turned on the light and held his forehead.
"Qingqing, I'm here." Gu Jingnian agreed and waved his hand, "I'll play the piano for you."
Seeing the yellow SpongeBob SquarePants suit on Gu Jingnian, Jiuli wanted to faint on the spot. How old is he, and still dressed like this? But it didn't look wrong with that face.
She pinched her brows, tried hard to ignore the strange layout and furnishings around her, and listened patiently to Gu Jingnian playing the song.
The tune is cheerful and lively, silently expressing longing, but it does not seem obsessive, but rather particularly sweet.
One song after another, she expressed her longing through the music, as passionate as fire. The servants cleaning outside the door listened carefully to the movements inside. They were feasting their ears.
"Am I playing better and better?" Gu Jingnian came down from the piano, touched it with eyes full of love.
"Yes, you are really getting better and better, you are worthy of being a famous pianist." This piano is just right for him.
"I like the gift Qingqing gave me very much." He walked over and skillfully put his arm on Jiuli's shoulder, holding her in his arms, "I will use it to play songs for you in the future."
"I'll play until you get tired of it." He hoped that it would be for a very long time until he would never be able to play the piano again.
Now he only has Qingqing as his relative, as his mother passed away two years ago due to poor health.
"I never get tired of it. I play the songs every year very well." After noticing the shit-yellow color around him, he said, "But can you change to something simpler next year? I really don't like bright red and bright green."
Such an eye-catching color, I don’t know which one it belongs to. If I remember correctly, she should like something more elegant.
Gu Jingnian was stunned when he heard this, and looked around. No, isn't this pretty? It's bright yellow.
"Then I'll change to something else next time." Maybe you don't like this color? Didn't you like the previous ones?
"This is the popular color this year. I was planning to use something else," Gu Jingnian retorted weakly. He was not stupid.
"I believe you. I didn't mean it this time." Jiuli abruptly changed the subject and swallowed back "I don't believe you."
"I knew Qingqing believed in me." Gu Jingnian's smile grew bigger and bigger, "We must keep going on."
"Okay," Jiuli touched Gu Jingnian's cheek and responded.
"We stick together every day," Gu Jingnian said again.
"Okay." Jiuli smiled. She was really clingy.
"I knew you would agree to me." Gu Jingnian opened his arms and hugged Jiuli tightly, rubbing Jiuli's shoulder with satisfaction.
The servants in Guiyueyuan were replaced twice, the roses outside withered again and again, and the piano music continued for a long time.
It was early autumn of that year, when Gu Jingnian first met Jiuli, and the roses outside the yard were in full bloom.
"Qingqing, please sit here for a while. I'll be down soon," Gu Jingnian reached out and lifted the hair by Jiuli's ear. His voice was old but kind, and his gray hair was full of elegance.
"Okay." Jiuli leaned on the soft pillow and watched Gu Jingnian, a trembling old man sitting there playing the piano.
His back was straight, and he still looked like the famous pianist, but now he was old. Knowing that he was about to leave, Jiuli looked at the stage with a smile.
After all, she knew very well that they would be meeting soon.
He breathed weakly, slowly closed his eyes, and left his body.
"Qingqing," Gu Jingnian looked back and uttered two words silently.
The tune of the music played by his subordinates changed to a dark and cold one, as if it made people feel as if they were in the depths of hell, making people shudder.
The following music is like the cry of a cuckoo, each sound is filled with deep attachment and unwillingness, full of despair and sadness.
The servants guarding outside understood something instantly.
The music stopped, and suddenly a mouthful of blood fell on the piano. Gu Jingnian wiped it clean with trembling hands, walked down the stairs, changed the shrouds for the two people, and leaned quietly beside them.
"Qingqing, walk slowly, I'll accompany you." After saying this in a low voice, he took out his mobile phone, sent a few messages, and closed his eyes.
Aunt Xue (Aunt Wang's daughter) who was outside tried hard to cover her mouth to suppress her sadness, and went downstairs to arrange the funeral affairs of the two with the housekeeper. Soon, a white sail was hoisted in Guiyue Courtyard.
When Shang Yuheng and Shen Yulin hurriedly arrived with their wives and children, they only had time to see the two people lying side by side with their fingers intertwined, as if they had fallen asleep, but they would not wake up this time.
There were obvious bloodstains on the piano not far away. Gu Jingnian was the only one who liked to play the piano here, so it could only be his.
Tears suddenly filled Shang Yuheng's calm face, with big tears falling down. The almost seventy-year-old old man nimbly threw himself forward and cried very loudly.
"Be careful," Shen Yulin quickly caught Shang Yuheng who almost fell, and moved his fingertips as he looked at the two people who had changed into their shrouds.
The next moment, Shen Yulun heard a deafening cry, and then the cries became one, echoing in Guiyue Courtyard. Shen Yulun patted his wife's hand soothingly.
I also started crying beside them. All of a sudden, my childhood memories became clearer and clearer. They had lost another loved one.
After crying for a while, Shang Yuheng got up from the ground, his eyes red, feeling upset. How could he leave his brother behind? What if he was bullied?
"Has it been arranged?" Shang Yuheng wiped his eyes and looked at his eldest son Shang Shian beside him. He had regained his composure.
"It was arranged by my aunt before she passed away." The middle-aged man was graceful, confident and steady in his every move.
"Well, you arrange it," Shang Yuheng said, and then he took the paper circle and threw it into the fire little by little, and suddenly he looked three years older.
"Yes, Dad, I'm sorry for your condolences." He suppressed his tears and turned to stand outside the door to welcome people.
His aunt was very powerful when she was alive. Even if the Shang family was handed over to the government later, the amount left was astronomical.
Of course, apart from this, he also respected his aunt very much. It would be better if she could live a few more years and teach him more.
Many people from all walks of life came, and the weather was clear and sunny when the funeral was held. It was a very good day for the geese to fly south.
"My condolences," Jiang Huaihe, who was passing by Shang Yuheng, stopped and took a look, "If you have any problems, you can come to me."
"Yeah." Shang Yuheng nodded and continued looking at the tombstone.
"Uncle Shang, my condolences," the younger generation and the young people who had been sponsored by the Shang family left one after another.
Shang Yuheng stood there for a while, then calmed down and left.