thefictionvixens Chapter 147 Dad, how are you?
Chapter 147 Dad, how are you?
Jia Xiaoying also walked forward and gently patted Xu Xiaofeng on the shoulder. "Xiaofeng, we will all miss him, but he has his dream, and we must support him." She comforted Xu Xiaofeng in a gentle tone.
Xu Xiaofeng raised her head, tears still flowing. "I know, but I just can't bear to see him go." Her voice was filled with helplessness and heartache.
Huaihua and Jia Xiaoying looked at Xu Xiaofeng's sad face and felt helpless. They knew that no matter how they comforted her, Xu Xiaofeng could only rely on time to heal her inner pain.
As night fell, the stars twinkled in the sky. The atmosphere in the yard became solemn and silent, with only Xu Xiaofeng's crying echoing in the night sky.
Xu Xiaofeng finally stopped crying, wiped her tears and took a deep breath. "Sister Huai, Sister Xiaoying, thank you." She smiled slightly, her voice revealing strength.
Huaihua and Jia Xiaoying looked at each other, their hearts filled with gratitude and support for Xu Xiaofeng. "Xiaofeng, we will always be by your side." They said at the same time, their voices full of determination.
Xu Xiaofeng nodded, and an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart. "Thank you, I will be fine." She made up her mind and stopped crying easily.
Huaihua's grandfather sat on a rocking chair in the yard, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He understood his granddaughter's reluctance, but he also knew that letting go was the best choice.
"Grandpa, why did you let Yuliang go?" Huaihua couldn't help but ask, with a hint of grievance and confusion in her voice.
Grandpa sighed, raised his head, and looked at the stars in the night sky. "Hua'er, you know, Yuliang has his own dreams, and we can't restrict his freedom."
"But Grandpa, he is our friend, we don't want to let him go." Huaihua's voice was filled with endless sadness and unwillingness.
Grandpa patted Huaihua's hand gently, his eyes full of love. "Hua'er, life is like this, there are gatherings and separations, we must learn to accept and let go."
Huaihua lowered her head silently, tears blurring her vision. She knew that what her grandfather said was right, but the reluctance in her heart could not be dispelled.
At this time, Jia Xiaoying also came over. When she saw Huaihua's tears, her heart was also filled with guilt and remorse. "Huaihua, I'm sorry, I couldn't keep Yuliang." She said softly, with a hint of regret in her voice.
Huaihua raised her head and held Jia Xiaoying's hand. "Xiaoying, this is not your fault. Everyone has their own choices." She comforted Jia Xiaoying, trying to stop her from blaming herself.
Jia Xiaoying nodded gently, tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Huaihua." She said gratefully, her heart full of gratitude and understanding for Huaihua.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the yard became solemn and silent. Grandpa, Huaihua and Jia Xiaoying sat together quietly, silently accompanying each other, facing their inner struggles and reluctance together.
He Yuliang's father is the owner of this courtyard, a scholar with profound knowledge. His family has been passed down from generation to generation, and each generation has been a scholar, so this courtyard also embodies hundreds of years of family wisdom and tradition.
He Yuliang's father, He Dawen, is a respected intellectual. However, now he is lying in bed, seriously ill and unable to recover. This makes He Yuliang very anxious, as he is the only son and the only hope in the family.
In this turbulent era, life in the courtyard was not peaceful. The shadow of the Cultural Revolution loomed over the entire country, and every family was caught up in it. He Yuliang's family was no exception. The once elegant and comfortable life was replaced by turmoil and uncertainty.
Young He Yuliang tried hard to find his own foothold in this chaotic era. He studied hard, worked hard, and also tried his best to maintain the dignity and tradition of his family in the courtyard. However, deep in his heart, he was full of struggles and contradictions.
He longed for change, longed to break free from the shackles of tradition and pursue his own ideals and dreams. But at the same time, he deeply loved this land and this home. He didn't know how to choose, whether to adapt to the changes of the times or stick to the traditional beliefs.
This courtyard is filled with too many memories and stories. Every brick and every window carries the family's glory and heavy responsibility. He Yuliang feels all of this, and he knows that no matter what he chooses, it will affect the fate of the entire family.
However, the most important thing at this moment is his father. He Yuliang hurried to his father's ward, his heart full of anxiety and uneasiness. He didn't know what the future would be like, nor did he know how to face it all.
The bell in the courtyard rang slowly, and along with He Yuliang's footsteps, it echoed in the summer air. This young man carried too much responsibility and pressure, and his heart seemed to be suffocated by a thousand-pound stone.
He Yuliang hurried to his father's ward, feeling anxious. In his mind, his father's trembling voice and his pale and weak figure on the sickbed echoed. He quickened his pace, and the dust on the stone road flew up, just like the chaos in his heart.
Entering the ward, He Yuliang saw his father still lying on the bed, his face was haggard and his eyes were weak. His heart suddenly tightened, and he felt endless guilt and worry. He remembered what his father once said to him: "Liang'er, you are the hope of our family. You must work hard to preserve the honor of the family."
"Dad, how are you?" He Yuliang asked softly, his voice revealing worry and anxiety.
He Dawen raised his head slightly and forced a smile: "Liang'er, father is fine, just feeling a little unwell, don't worry." His voice sounded a little weak, but there was a hint of firmness and comfort in his eyes.
He Yuliang's heart tightened, he knew his father was hiding the truth from him. He sat by the bed, gently holding his father's hand, with a firm light in his eyes: "Dad, I will take good care of you, you will definitely recover."
The conversation between the father and son was full of warmth and affection, and the ward was filled with a warm atmosphere. He Yuliang was determined to be filial to his father and work hard for the honor of his family.
In the courtyard, everything seemed to be going on as planned. However, at this moment, an unexpected incident broke the peace.
One evening, He Yuliang was walking in the courtyard, preparing to relax. Suddenly, he heard a noisy sound coming from the courtyard, as if someone was arguing. He walked in the direction of the sound and found an uninvited guest.