Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Chapter 422 A Letter in the Morning

Just as Xu Damao's heart was like an ant on a hot pan, he paced anxiously in the cabin, looking out the window from time to time, hoping that Liu Lan could bring some news about Qin Huairu's whereabouts, He Yuzhu and Director Li were secretly exchanging nervous glances.

They knew very well that in order to avoid alerting Yang Jianye and making him aware of their intentions, they had to remain calm on the surface and not reveal any signs of surveillance.

So, the two of them tacitly reduced their secret surveillance of Yang Jianye and instead collected information through more covert means, secretly praying in their hearts that everything would go smoothly.

As night fell, everything was silent, with only a few sparse street lights swaying in the darkness. Qin Huairu's eyes were firm and resolute. She quietly slipped a carefully written letter and the key to her home into the half-open door of the Jia family.

The letter expressed her deep apology and reluctance to her family, as well as her slim hope for the future. Then, she resolutely turned around, without looking back, followed Yang Jianye's figure, blended into the night, and embarked on an unknown road.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains and sprinkled into the Jia family's simple house. Jia Zhang rubbed her sleepy eyes and started a busy day.

She hummed a little tune and walked towards the door, preparing to prepare breakfast for the children at home. However, just as she bent down to open the bolt, she felt an abrupt touch under her feet and stopped.

She lowered her head in confusion, her eyes focused on the inconspicuous corner near the door, where she saw a slightly wrinkled letter lying quietly, as if waiting to be discovered.

Jia Zhang bent down to pick up the letter, and an inexplicable premonition surged in her heart. She was eager to open the envelope, but then she realized that she was illiterate, and the expression on her face instantly changed from curiosity to anxiety.

She held the letter tightly and hurried back into the house, afraid of waking up the children who were still asleep, but she was eager to know the contents of the letter.

She gently shook Banggeng's shoulders and called out anxiously, "Banggeng, wake up! Look at what this is. I can't read. Can you help me look for it?"

Bang Geng was suddenly awakened by Jia Zhang's slightly trembling and hurried voice. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a hazy morning light in front of him. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Grandma, why did you call me so early today? I dreamed that I was eating sugar cakes, and I haven't tasted enough sweetness yet!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and reluctantly sat up from the kang, his face full of dissatisfaction at having his sweet dream interrupted.

"Oh, my dear grandson, don't worry about the sugar cookies in your dream for now. Help grandma read this letter and see what's inside it."

Jia Zhang's tone was full of unquestionable determination. She stuffed the letter and the envelope directly into Bang Geng's hands, her eyes revealing an indescribable anxiety and uneasiness. She had a vague premonition that the news brought by this letter was definitely not ordinary.

Banggeng felt the warmth of his grandmother's palm through the thin paper, and also noticed the unusual tone in her voice. Most of his sleepiness instantly disappeared.

He sat up straight and looked at the letter in his hand carefully. The envelope was carefully opened, and a faint scent of ink wafted into his nose.

Then, an unexpected discovery made his eyes widen - in addition to the letter paper, several brand new banknotes slipped out of the envelope. They were of large denominations and neatly stacked together, and next to them was a key that looked quite old.

"Grandma, this..." Banggeng's voice was full of disbelief. He widened his eyes, as if the scene before him was beyond all his imagination.

Looking up at Jia Zhang, I saw that my grandmother's face was full of surprise, but gradually a hint of joy gradually emerged that was hard to conceal.

The wrinkled hands involuntarily reached out to the brand new bills, picked them up gently, and counted them carefully one by one, fearing that she would miss any one. After counting, she carefully hid the money close to her body, and her cherishment was beyond words.

Then, Jia Zhang's eyes fell on the key. She picked up the key, turned it over and over in her hand, frowned slightly, as if trying to recall something.

The key glowed in the morning light, and every tooth mark seemed so familiar and yet strange. She murmured to herself, "This key... why does this key look so familiar to me?" But no matter how she searched her memory, she could not remember the origin of this key.

At this time, Bang Geng had no time to care about his grandmother's reaction. He knew the importance of this letter, so he suppressed his shock and anxiety, took a deep breath, and began to read the contents of the letter carefully.

As he read deeper into the text, his expression gradually became solemn and his brows became more and more furrowed, as if every word in the letter had left a deep imprint on his heart.

His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and the letter paper made a slight sound under his fingertips, as if even the paper could feel the waves in his heart.

When he read some passages, his eyes even turned red and his mouth was tightly pursed, trying not to lose control of his emotions. The content of the letter obviously touched some soft spots deep in his heart, making him feel unprecedented impact and shock.

When Jia Zhang saw this, she suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and the key in her hand slipped unconsciously, making a soft "ding-dong" sound.

She suddenly looked up and locked her eyes on Bang Geng. Her cloudy eyes were full of tenderness and worry, as if they wanted to penetrate Bang Geng's soul and explore his true feelings.

She took a few steps forward gently, fearing that her movements would disturb her grandson who was already immersed in grief.

"Grandma...this letter was written by Mom." Banggeng's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart, full of pain and struggle.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the tears still rolled back in his eyes, sparkling with crystal light.

"She said that she and Uncle Yang were gone, and that the money and the house were left to us..."

Banggeng's speech speed became slower and slower. Every word seemed to weigh as heavy as a thousand pounds, weighing on his heart and making him unable to bear it.

He paused, as if looking for the right words to express his complex emotions, "And asked us not to look for her..." At this point, his voice was choked, and tears finally burst out and slowly slid down his cheeks.