"During those years..."
Tang Qianqian pursed her lips and whispered the entire story.
"Originally,"
"After I was adopted by my uncle, her father tried to see me several times, but each attempt was politely declined."
My uncle said that since I had just accepted the situation, it was best not to meet the family members.
Tang Quan could only give up, and instead asked the uncle when he would go to claim his mother's remains, and that the Tang family should be present at the funeral.
The uncle's response was vague, and Tang Quan felt that something was not right.
Dragged on for a whole year, my mother's body was still at the police station, yet news of me running away was being spread from the uncle's place!
Not long after, the entire Luo family's business was swallowed up by my uncle.
This villa has been sold several times, and the buyers either committed suicide in a mysterious way or went mad due to fear, claiming to have seen ghosts, which allowed it to be preserved.
Tang Quan also realized that I was likely harmed by my uncle. He immediately went to confront his uncle, but was beaten to the point of breaking a leg and became permanently disabled!
Faced with no choice, he could only set up an altar to worship and pay respects to my parents.
Our family home is haunted, and spirits roam the night without rest. Only during the day can people enter.
These years, with his legs inconvenient, he was often accompanied by Tang Qianqian for incense offerings and changing the offerings.
After hearing everything, my heart remained unsettled for a long time!
My uncle has always been plotting my fate, plotting over our family's estate.
Tang Quan, an ordinary person, has also suffered from this unprovoked disaster!
At this point, Tang Qianqian cautiously said, "Xian Shen brother, you should first follow me home. This place is definitely not suitable for living."
"Moreover, that bad person knows you're still alive and will definitely come to harm you!"
The "bad person" she mentioned was naturally referring to my uncle.
After a long time, I finally calmed down and muttered, "Let's go, visit your home."
Tang Qianqian nodded heavily, "Hm!" said.
As we left the villa, I turned to look back at what I called "home".
The night sky was starless, the crescent moon shrouded in a thin veil, and a faint gray mist hovered over the villa.
The second-floor window was slightly open, and between the layered pleated curtains, it seemed like someone was standing there, watching us secretly!
I shivered and the sorrow in my heart deepened even more.
The villa is haunted. What else could it be haunted by?
The reason for leaving was because Tang Qianqian reminded me of the most important point.
We can't let my uncle discover that I am still alive!
Old Qin had said that without my ascension to the Yang Sheng, I could not reclaim everything.
Since I am not their match, how could they, knowing I didn't die, let me go!?!
Living in the villa I used to own would be too conspicuous.
In fact, if I had known about Xu's family's attitude earlier, I shouldn't have gone to Xu's family.
In an instant, we reached the street corner, and the orange street lamp became increasingly dim.
The cold little hand suddenly slipped into my palm.
"So cold..." Tang Qianqian leaned slightly closer to me, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
I didn't resist.
To me, she is still that little sister.
But I've lost that temper of a young master, she's no longer pale, and her appearance is adorable.
"My family is so poor... Will you not mind, Xian Shen brother?" Suddenly, Tang Qianqian became thin and delicate, like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She whispered weakly: "My father has a broken leg and can't earn money anymore. I've already started working as an intern during the summer and can help support the household."
Upon hearing this, a surge of intense self-blame welled up in my heart.
If Tang Quan hadn't confronted my uncle, how could he have become disabled?
But one could still lead a normal life.
"Uncle Tang did so much for the Luo family. I won't mind, and I certainly won't stand idly by," I said apologetically.
"That's great, Xian Shen brother," Tang Qianqian said even more joyfully, her small hand holding mine tighter.
I gave a gentle smile in response.
But I didn't know why, but her hand couldn't warm up.
In fact, I even had a sensation of coldness in my limbs, and my head was dizzying.
Just biting the tip of my tongue slightly, I managed to keep myself awake.
The night the old man died, I didn't sleep for a single second.
After handling the funeral the next day, I waited at the Xu family for another day and night.
Now it's been three days and two nights since I've slept.
When we reach Tang's family, I need to get a good night's sleep and then figure out what to do next.
It took a long time to finally hail a taxi.
After getting into the car, the driver asked for the address.
Tang Qianqian whispered, "Jiangxiang Street, number 33."
"Brother, the address?" The driver asked again, clearly not hearing Tang Qianqian's small voice.
"I said, 'Jiangxiang Street, number 33.'" I repeated.
The car started driving.
I wanted to chat with Tang Qianqian for a few sentences to stay alert.
But Tang Qianqian turned her head to look out the window, seemingly lost in thought, and her hands seemed very cold, tightly clenched in her legs.
I had just gone to put my luggage away, and our hands were already loosened up.
At this moment, my drowsiness suddenly dissipated, and I felt very alert except for a faint headache.
The roads were clear at night, and it didn't take long before we reached Jiangxiang Street.
The driver only stopped at the street corner.
While I was getting my suitcase, Tang Qianqian had taken a few small steps out of sight, and I quickly caught up to her.
Jiangxiang Street is considered part of the old town, with cement roads worn smooth by footsteps. Most of the buildings on both sides are self-built, with two or three floors.
There are no streetlights, and the moonlight is very faint. The twisted shadows of the wutong trees look like mischievous spirits with outstretched hands and claws.
Tang Qianqian stopped in front of an old courtyard house and smiled at me, waving for me to come over. She turned and squeezed through the door gap.
I rushed to the door and pushed it open.
The smell of alcohol hit me head-on!
"Who?" a deep and hoarse voice echoed.
The light from the tungsten bulb is very dim.
There was an old wooden table propped up against the wall on the right. The ground was littered with cigarette butts.
Sitting by the table was a man with a square face, white hair at his temples, yellow and rough skin, and deep-set eyes.
His hands, thick with calluses, crushed the cigarette butt that had only a butt left into the table, and his cloudy, yellow eyes watched me warily!
With a sudden movement, he grabbed the cane next to the chair and stood up!
His left leg was fine, but his right leg was strangely bent.
I recognized him immediately; he is Tang Quan!
Back then, Tang Quan drove for my father. Although he was a driver, compared to the people around him, he was still considered young and promising, full of vigor and spirit.
Just ten years later, he was at most forty-five years old, but he looked like a rural old man in his fifties or sixties, messy and aged.
Tang Qianqian said the family is poor.
I can imagine the difficulties, but I didn't think it would be this difficult?
This isn't just poor, it's almost a hopeless situation, with nothing but the four walls left.
"I am Xian Shen, and it's me." I said with a complicated expression, "Tang Uncle."
Tang Quan was stunned.
The next moment, his eyes widened in shock, becoming dazed!
"Little... Little Lord?" He tried to ask cautiously.
I nodded again.
In an instant, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was overcome with intense excitement.
"Ha ha ha! Little Lord!"
"You didn't die!"
His body was trembling, and the cane was also quivering, clashing with the ground and making a jingling sound.
"Mercy from heaven!"
"God has mercy on you! Letting the young master live!"
Tang Quan was too excited, supporting himself with the cane and stumbling towards me one step at a time, looking at me carefully, especially my hands and feet.
His bloodshot eyes were clouded by red veins due to excitement.
"Tang Uncle, I'm fine, with all my limbs intact." I smiled, making my tone more relaxed: "You can sit down first."
"Yes! Yes! Let's go inside, it's cold outside," Tang Quan reached out to close the door.
I looked back inside the house and there were still three doors tightly closed.
How did Tang Qianqian enter the house after returning home?
"Where's Qianqian?" I pulled my suitcase a few steps inside and asked with a smile.
Just as Tang Quan had closed the door, his body suddenly went rigid.
The cloudy, reddish-brown eyes actually misted up.
He supported himself with the cane, limping back to the chair, not sitting down.
He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and moved it back and forth over his chest, searching in the left and right pockets several times but didn't find a lighter.
Tang Quan abandoned the attempt to light the cigarette and shook weakly onto the chair.
Bang, the cane fell.
A slight thud sounded as the cigarette fell to the ground.
"Qianqian's luck is thin; she won't see the young master anymore."
"But seeing the young master return will make her very happy," Tang Quan staring at me, although he was smiling, that smile looked harder than crying.
