NOVPUBChapter 481: 481, Those years of Shi Yuhuan, Small Unveiling 1
Chapter 481: 481, Those years of Shi Yuhuan, Small Unveiling 1
Shi Yuhuan, holding Song Qinghuan’s hand, walked through a narrow alley and finally stopped in front of an old, red brick house.
“Is this where you wanted to take me?” Song Qinghuan asked, looking at Shi Yuhuan with surprise.
Shi Yuhuan’s gaze was somewhat complex, “What? Don’t you like it?”
“No, I think the scenery is quite good, I’m just curious why you brought me here,” Song Qinghuan replied, looking around.
Shi Yuhuan let go of her hand and unlocked the door to the room.
The small humble room contained only a shabby bed and an old table and wardrobe: that was all. Song Qinghuan stood in the center of the room, eyeing her surroundings.
But upon entering the room, she detected a faint citrus scent that felt refreshing. Even though no one lived there for a long time, one could tell that someone occasionally came to clean it.
The ceiling above the bed seemed to be broken, with multiple little holes. Light spilled in through the small perforations. Frankly, if it doesn’t rain at night, lying on this bed under the silver moonlight and starry sky would be quite romantic.
She wondered if it was intentional or a mere coincidence. If it was the latter, what would happen during the rain?
While looking for clues to why Shi Yuhuan would bring her here, Song Qinghuan noticed a yellowed paper taped to the whitewashed wall by the bed. The large handwriting on it read, “Father, mother, I will fulfil your last wishes”.
The handwriting was quite messy and the paper was yellowing. It must have been over ten years old.
Looking at Shi Yuhuan, it was as if Song Qinghuan was asking, “Why did you bring me here? Whose house is this?”
Shi Yuhuan didn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to tell Song Qinghuan that this shabby house once sheltered a destitute boy.
He walked towards the small kitchen next to them, saying, “I’ll pour us some water.”
Song Qinghuan intended to follow him, but sudden noises from outside the house stopped her.
The sound insulation of the room was excellent, allowing Song Qinghuan to hear the quarrel outside clearly. Eventually, it seemed like the man angrily stormed off, leaving the woman holding a child crying.
The woman was crying, and the child was crying with her. But the woman ignored her child, consumed by her own grief, crying heartbreakingly.
Feeling sorry for the child, Song Qinghuan called out to Shi Yuhuan in the kitchen: “Shi Yuhuan, I’m going out to have a look.”
Before Shi Yuhuan could respond, Song Qinghuan had rushed out the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a woman in her thirties, sitting in the cold streets and wailing. A child of about one-year-old was at her feet, sprawled on the ground, crying loudly.
Seeing Song Qinghuan emerge from the house, the woman immediately stopped crying.
She looked at Song Qinghuan, seemingly curious, then glanced inside the house before asking, “Who are you? Are you the new neighbour?”
“No, I’m just visiting a friend,” Song Qinghuan walked over and picked up the child from the ground, “Why aren’t you taking care of your child? she has been crying.”
The woman curled her lips and started crying again, “whether she cries or not, what does it have to do with me! her father has left us, always gambling away. Life is unbearable.”
Song Qinghuan held the child, who was very cute with plump rosy cheeks. As soon as she held her in her arms, the child stopped crying.
