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Chapter 204 Uncle Jiang, this painting means a lot to you
Haicheng, Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.
"Weiwei, today is the anniversary of your death. If you are still in the afterlife and still worried about me, please let me have a dream!"
A middle-aged man in a suit looked at the portrait in front of him, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Unconsciously, it has been fifteen years since you left me." As he said this, the middle-aged man reached out and stroked the woman in the portrait, his face full of nostalgia.
The woman in the portrait was about twenty years old, with a bright smile, sparkling eyes, black curly hair, red lips and white teeth, and outstanding temperament.
At this moment, the door of the ancestral hall was suddenly blown open by the wind with a creaky sound, and the middle-aged man shuddered, as if an invisible force had entered.
He looked around; the empty ancestral hall only had portraits of him and Weiwei.
"Weiwei, are you here?" he asked softly, his voice trembling slightly in the silence. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the candlelight next to the portrait to sway, and the light and shadow swayed on the wall, as if there was a vague human figure. The middle-aged man's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he stared at the light and shadow intently.
Suddenly, a soft sobbing sound seemed to be heard in the light and shadow, entwined in his ears like a thread. "Weiwei, is it really you?"
He took a step forward, his eyes filled with eagerness and desire.
The sobbing continued for a while, then gradually faded away, replaced by a gentle yet ethereal voice: "Jiang Lei, let it go!"
The middle-aged man's eyes moistened instantly, and he shouted loudly: "How can I let go? Without you, I have been like a walking corpse for the past fifteen years."
The wind suddenly stopped and everything returned to calm. Vivi's smile in the portrait was still bright, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
"Weiwei..." Seeing this scene, Jiang Lei looked flustered and reached out to grab her quickly, as if he wanted to hold on to his beloved and not let her leave.
"Weiwei, don't go!"
Jiang Lei fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face.
At this time, the housekeeper walked in and saw this scene. He rushed over and helped Jiang Lei up.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Lei grabbed the butler's hand and said excitedly, "Lao Li, I think I saw Weiwei just now."
Hearing this, Butler Li frowned and sighed, "Master, did you dream about Madam Bai again? She has been gone for more than ten years..."
"No, this is not a dream!" Jiang Lei shook off the housekeeper's hand and stared at Weiwei's portrait stubbornly. "I clearly heard her voice. She asked me to let it go, but I couldn't do it. Lao Li, you won't understand."
The housekeeper looked at Jiang Lei's distraught look, his eyes full of worry: "Master, if Madam Bai is still alive, she would definitely not want you to torture yourself like this. You have paid too much for Madam over the years, but life must go on."
Jiang Lei walked slowly towards the portrait and said softly, "Without her, there would be no life. After Weiwei left, the Jiang family and Haicheng were just empty shells to me. Lao Li, do you know? We had so many beautiful memories here. Her every frown and smile are engraved in my soul."
The butler was silent. He had followed Jiang Lei for many years and knew very well how deep their feelings were.
However, they did not expect that after five years of separation, they would be separated forever.
This is also something that Jiang Lei has never been able to forget. He has always regretted that he should not have separated from Bai Wei in the first place, which resulted in this incident becoming an eternal regret in his heart.
Just then, a servant came in and said in a panic, "Master, Master Ye is here."
Hearing this, Jiang Lei's face was filled with joy, "Si Nian is back? Come on, take me there."
Having said that, Jiang Lei, with the help of Butler Li, left the ancestral hall and went to the front hall.
At that time, Ye Sinian, who had rushed back to Haicheng overnight, was already waiting in the front hall, and the servants had prepared tea and snacks.
When Ye Sinian saw Jiang Lei coming in, he immediately stood up and greeted him, "Uncle Jiang, you're here." His gaze lingered on Jiang Lei's slightly haggard face for a moment, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Lei held Ye Sinian's hand tightly, "Sinian, you are finally back. Is everything okay outside this time?" Ye Sinian nodded and helped Jiang Lei sit down. "Everything is fine. I was just thinking about you. When I heard that you were not in a good condition recently, I hurried back."
Jiang Lei smiled bitterly, "You are really thoughtful. Did you bring back the painting I wanted?"
Ye Sinian nodded and handed the painting packed in a wooden box to Jiang Lei.
"Uncle Jiang, this is the painting you wanted."
Jiang Lei took it and opened it impatiently. He took out the painting from it.
What comes into view is a beautiful landscape painting.
Jiang Lei's gaze was fixed on the landscape painting, his eyes revealing a complex emotion of nostalgia and pain.
The mountains and rivers in the painting seem to have a kind of distant charm, there seems to be clouds and mist lingering between the mountains, and the streams in the mountains gurgle down, and you can almost hear the clear sound of flowing water.
This painting depicts the scenery he and Weiwei saw when they once traveled together. At that time, Weiwei was standing between the mountains and waters, her smile brighter than the warm spring sun. She excitedly said that she would definitely paint this beautiful scenery after returning home.
Later, Bai Wei really drew it.
After they separated, Bai Wei donated all her paintings.
Some of them were lost in the market, and some were bought back by him at a high price. Jiang Lei wanted to collect Bai Wei's paintings because he thought that these were her things when she was alive, and he wanted to collect them for a long time as a souvenir.
Now, when seeing this painting again, Jiang Lei's hands trembled slightly and his eyes became moist again.
Ye Sinian was watching from the side, his heart full of emotion. He said softly, "Uncle Jiang, I know this painting means a lot to you, so I kept it carefully along the way."
Jiang Lei gently stroked the painting, as if he was stroking Weiwei's face, and murmured to himself: "Weiwei, look, the painting is still here, just like you have always been in my heart, never leaving..."
As he spoke, a tear fell on the drawing paper, spreading a small ink stain, but Jiang Lei was completely unaware of it and was still immersed in his deep thoughts for Weiwei.
Seeing Jiang Lei like this, Ye Sinian frowned slightly and couldn't help but comfort him: "Uncle Jiang, if Aunt Bai was still here, she probably wouldn't want to see you like this."
Hearing this, Jiang Lei wiped his tears and smiled awkwardly, "Si Nian, I'm sorry! I made you laugh."
"Uncle Jiang, please don't say that. I understand your feelings." At this point, Ye Sinian paused, "I came back this time, in addition to handing the painting to you personally. There is another thing I want to clarify."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Lei handed the painting to Butler Li, and then looked at Ye Sinian in front of him with a puzzled look.
Ye Sinian was silent for a while, and then he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Jiang, I suspect that Aunt Bai may have a daughter."