Chapter 79 Love Story
Lu Xingchen and Su Qing stepped into Lu Wannian’s old house in Kyoto.
It is an ancient building immersed in the past, so quiet that one can hear the gentle breathing of time.
On the mottled walls, every brick and tile, every grain of wood, seems to be whispering, telling stories of the past.
The solitary lamp sways on the table, and the mottled light and shadow dance on the wall, like the tongue of time, whispering dusty secrets.
Yellowed photos and old letters are scattered on the table. Behind each photo, there is a forgotten past; each letter is wrapped with unknown emotions and memories.
"Xingchen, look at these envelopes. Your parents' love story is like a magnificent epic." Su Qing whispered softly, tears glistening in her eyes, as if she had touched the warmth of that love during the conversation.
Lu Xingchen's fingers tightly grasped the letter paper, his heart was surging, as if he was overwhelmed by the deep affection flowing in the letter.
He read the love story of his father Lu Wannian and his mother Zhu Fengzhen. Those words were like ancient poems, singing the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, which made him burst into tears.
"Su Qing, I always thought that my father was a cold person, but now I know that he loves my mother deeply, and he really has his own difficulties." Lu Xingchen murmured in a low voice, the guilt and gratitude in his heart intertwined into a complex emotional web.
Su Qing gently patted Lu Xingchen's shoulder, her tone full of comfort: "Yes, everyone's life has its difficulties, we must learn to understand and tolerate."
They decided to follow the clues mentioned in the photos and letters, and passed through the winding alleys and came to a dilapidated building.
This is where Lu Xingchen's mother Zhu Fengzhen lived before her death, and it is also the starting point of her tragic fate.
When you push open the door, an old smell hits you in the face, as if time has stopped here and this space has been forgotten by the years.
There is a portrait of Zhu Fengzhen hanging on the wall. She is beautiful and gentle in the painting, but her eyes reveal deep sadness.
"Xingchen, look, this painting is..." Su Qing pointed at Zhu Fengzhen in the painting, her voice trembling slightly, as if she was touching a fragile dream.
Lu Xingchen approached the frame, complex emotions flickering in his eyes.
He seemed to see the figure of his mother, the mother who sacrificed heroically to save him.
"Mom, I'm here to see you." Lu Xingchen said softly, tears sliding down her cheeks, and she seemed to be forming some kind of mysterious communication with the mother in the painting.
Following the instructions in the letter, they went through many twists and turns and finally found Zhu Fengzhen's good friend Aunt Hu.
Aunt Hu was Zhu Fengzhen’s best friend when she was young, and she witnessed Zhu Fengzhen’s joys and sorrows.
"Are you Xingchen?" Aunt Hu's voice was hoarse and trembling, but her eyes revealed deep nostalgia.
Lu Xingchen and Su Qing nodded quickly, and Aunt Hu began to tell the story of Zhu Fengzhen.
"Your mother was a very strong woman. She was willing to do anything for you. In the fire that year, she was seriously injured in order to save you. Before she died, she kept saying your name."
Aunt Hu’s words broke Lu Xingchen’s heart. He couldn’t imagine the pain and sacrifice his mother had gone through.
"Aunt Hu, do you know why my father left us?" Lu Xingchen asked. The doubts in his heart were like dark clouds, and he longed for the sun to come out.
Aunt Hu sighed, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "Your father was forced to leave. He had his mission and couldn't take care of you. He has always loved you and your mother, but fate played tricks on you."
Lu Xingchen's emotions became more complicated. He began to understand his father's difficulties and also understood the mystery of his own life experience.
As night fell, Lu Xingchen and Su Qing, led by Aunt Hu, came to the place their two best friends liked to go the most.
They prayed for their mother silently, the grief in their hearts could not be expressed in words.
Su Qing quietly walked to Lu Xingchen and gently held his hand. She knew that Lu Xingchen needed her support and company at this moment.
"Xingchen, don't be sad. Your mother is watching you in heaven. She will be proud of you." Su Qing comforted her softly, like a warm whisper in the night breeze.
Lu Xingchen nodded, with a determined light in his eyes.
He had long since forgiven his father Lu Wannian's past. Everyone has his own difficulties, and every story has an unknown story behind it.
In the night, the figures of Lu Xingchen and Su Qing gradually disappeared into the depths of the night.
Returning to Lu Wannian's old house, Lu Xingchen and Su Qing smiled at each other.
Their lives will have a new beginning, and all of this stems from the revelation that night.
On that quiet night, the two people's hearts were closely connected, like a lonely lamp, illuminating each other's lives in the darkness.
Those old photos and letters will become the most precious treasures in their memories and will always accompany them.
Lu Xingchen stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the starry night sky outside, and an unprecedented sense of calm surged in his heart.
No matter what happened in the past, from this moment on, he will face the future bravely and embrace every possible tomorrow.
Su Qing walked up to him, handed him a letter, and said softly: "This is your mother's last letter. Everything she wants to say to you is here."
Lu Xingchen took the letter and opened it carefully. Lines of handwriting came into his sight and tears welled up in his eyes again, but he did not let them fall because he knew that this was the strength his mother gave him and the beacon that guided him forward.
When the last letter was read, Lu Xingchen stood up, looked at the night sky outside the window, and took a deep breath.
He turned around and said to Su Qing: "Su Qing, thank you, I feel so lucky to have you by my side."
In a corner of the old house, the portrait of Zhu Fengzhen hangs quietly.
She in the painting seems to be watching all this silently.
Those yellowed photos and old letters are still placed on the table. They are like witnesses of history, recording the joys and sorrows of a family.
When Su Qing read the contents of the letter softly into Lu Wannian's ear, Lu Wannian couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.
The things mentioned in the letter were once so unforgettable that a certain nerve deep in the memory began to awaken and spread.
Lu Xingchen looked at his father's moist eyes and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He knew that these letters not only uncovered a forgotten past, but also reconnected their family ties.
Su Qing gently held Lu Xingchen's hand, their eyes met, and a silent understanding flowed in the air.
As the night deepened, the lights in the old house gradually became dim, but Lu Xingchen and Su Qing's hearts were filled with warmth and hope.
Lu Xingchen looked at the night sky outside the window again. The stars seemed to be winking at him, telling him that life is always full of infinite possibilities. As long as he pursues and embraces it bravely, every tomorrow is worth looking forward to.