Requiem Chapter 73: Shen Feifei's Thoughts
I took a bite of the cake, it was greasy and melted in my mouth.
The sweet taste brought back happy memories.
"Master, this is what my mistress asked me to give you on your 60th birthday before she left. Open it and have a look!" Tang Yan seemed to remember something and walked into the room. When she came back, she had a small sachet in her hand. It was red and embroidered with "clear water and spring water" and "mandarin ducks with the same fate".
"Your master's wife?" Upon hearing these three heart-wrenching words, Old Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief, and even the cake in his hand fell to the ground because of the sudden loss of strength in his five fingers.
After a while, he finally realized his gaffe. He looked at Tang Yan, smiled shyly like a child, rubbed his hands on his clothes again and again, and then he hugged the sachet tightly in his arms, not letting go for a long time.
From the emotional fluctuations in his eyes, it can be seen that he misses his deceased wife very much.
Yin Hun was also somewhat moved by the scene. He shook his head and sighed secretly in his heart.
"Old man, open it and take a look! It's so mysterious and we don't know what's inside." Shen Feifei held her chin with both hands, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, okay." Old Zhao loosened his fingers with tears in his eyes, and held the sachet close to his eyes and looked at it for a while. The sachet was sealed tightly all around with deft needle and thread. It seemed that Tang Yan had never touched it in the past three years.
Tang Yan seemed to understand what Old Zhao was thinking. She took out a pair of scissors from under the coffee table and handed them to him.
Old Zhao nodded, gently cut the thread, and opened the seal of the brocade bag. After a while, he finally took out a small white note from it. He looked at it carefully for a long time, his face was uncertain and unpredictable. But soon the clouds and fog cleared, revealing a trace of understanding and relief.
"Master, what exactly is written on this note? Please tell me the answer!" Yin Hun came over with a strange smile on his face and stuck to Old Zhao like a piece of chewing gum that could not be shaken off.
"You! You can't change your stubborn temper." Old Zhao hit him on the forehead as punishment, then quickly stuffed the brocade bag into his sleeve and smiled mysteriously: "But... hehe! I won't tell you, because this is a secret between us two old people."
"Tsk, these must be some boudoir secrets that will make your teeth ache. " Yin Hun said with the look of an experienced person.
"Go on, go on. This kind of provocation won't work on an old man like me!" Old Zhao ignored him.
Seeing that the master and the apprentice were bickering again, Tang Yan hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over and asked Yin Hun to speak up.
Seeing that Old Zhao had no intention of giving in, Yin Hun shrugged helplessly: "Forget it, forget it. Let me offer you a glass of wine first! No matter what, you have worked hard over the years, Master." After saying that, he picked up the wine glass in his hand and stood up.
"You still have some conscience!" Old Zhao squeaked, and took the cup forward. He tilted his head back and drank the red liquid in one gulp.
"Hehe! If I have no conscience, who else dares to say that they have a conscience? Come, eat some food and take a look at your apprentice's cooking skills. He learned his cooking in the imperial kitchen." After saying that , Yin Hun personally handed the chopsticks to Old Zhao, and they happily enjoyed this table of home-cooked dishes.
At this moment, in everyone's hearts, there is no longer any trouble about Zhang Xiuting, no longer any disputes about the funeral home, and no longer any palpitations about the withering of life.
Because today's focus is Old Zhaotou, just Old Zhaotou. This small but warm apartment represents everything to them and represents the whole world.
It must be said that this was the day that Old Zhao laughed the most happily in recent days. From the beginning of the banquet to the end of the cleaning, his grinning mouth never closed. He even sang a few Qinqiang songs in front of the two girls. His voice was rich and mellow, making people feel as if they had gone back to decades ago.
The music was very good, the voice was very pure. Yin Hui, who was playing the accompaniment on the porcelain plate, was also really enlightened. It turned out that Old Zhao was actually a "tenor singer".
After eating and drinking, both of them were a little staggering.
Pinching Yin Hui's shoulders, Old Zhao hiccupped as he spoke: "Boy, I am most worried about you. You are idle all day long. When will you be able to get serious? Considering your age, you are already quite old."
"Master, you are mistreating your apprentice too much." Yin Hun looked at Shen Feifei with her hands covering her mouth and laughing with drunken eyes, feeling a little angry.
"What kind of humiliation is that? It is what it is!" Old Zhao said as a matter of course.
"Puchi..." Shen Feifei finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and looked at Yin Hun triumphantly, as if she had caught something extremely powerful, which made Yin Hun very upset.
"Fortunately, you met Tang Yan, which means a lazy person has good fortune. Listen to what the master says, calm down, learn to be a responsible man, and take good care of Tang Yan!" Old Zhao said solemnly.
After he finished speaking, he grabbed Yin Hui's left hand, then pulled Tang Yan's right hand, and crossed the two tightly together. Then he stared without blinking, as if waiting for his apprentice's reply.
Tang Yan's cheeks suddenly turned red and she lowered her head shyly. Being a smart girl, how could she not understand what Old Zhao meant?
But looking at the people full of expectation, Yin Hui's heart seemed to be cut by a knife, and it hurt so much. Yes, he couldn't make a decision, and he didn't dare to make any decision rashly. Because from beginning to end, he couldn't forget her in his heart. If he agreed now, but didn't fulfill his promise at that time, wouldn't it be dishonest?
The room was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard clearly.
But Yin Hui remained silent. He had no choice but to remain silent...
"Kid, what's wrong with you?" Old Zhao put down his wine glass and urged, "You fail at the critical moment. Will it succeed or not? Why don't you say something?"
After a long while, Yin Hui finally calmed down his inner struggle, looked at Tang Yan, then looked at Old Zhao, and said word by word: "Tang Yan, I promise you, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
Her five fingers trembled slightly, and suddenly a feeling of joy and happiness surged through her body. Years of waiting finally paid off. How could Tang Yan not be happy and excited?
In fact, she did not catch the grammatical error in Yin Hui's words. Yin Hui's real meaning was that he would take care of her for the rest of her life, but it was not a husband-wife relationship. But now seeing everyone's smiling faces, how could she bear to say something inappropriate and awkward? She immediately closed her lips and said nothing more.
Old Zhao laughed loudly towards the sky. Having solved the lifelong issue of his disciple and son, he now had no regrets in his life.
But they didn't notice that the little girl who was left out was just stuffing food into her mouth, but her tears kept falling. In order to prevent others from noticing, Shen Feifei wiped her face, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and forced a smile, although it was too stiff and forced.
Beneath her seemingly innocent appearance, she hides a complicated girl's heart.
After cleaning up the mess on the table, Old Zhao patted Yin Hun on the shoulder and repeatedly reminded him to stay close to Tang Yan to prevent Zhang Xiuting from taking advantage of the situation.
Yin Hun nodded and watched Old Zhao go downstairs, feeling equally depressed.
