Chapter 2288 (Two thousand two hundred and eighty-eight) Zhu Yan
Tie Jinjue deeply remembered the words his parents said that day. Many years later, in the room where her mother's remains were buried, he thought about these words and was filled with emotion.
The huge wave of memories hit his heart, unable to extinguish the candle flame from many years ago.
The warm candle that made him feel in his heart was not extinguished, but he had already dispersed.
He knew that he would soon disappear into ashes, just like the lives that he could not forget. He felt that spending some time with his mother's relics in this room in the candlelight was like saying goodbye to the world. A ritual.
He looked at these burning candles, and suddenly felt that these candles were lit by the candles when he was with his parents.
That year, that day, they lit very few candles, and the room was not very bright. However, at that time, they were talking in the candlelight, and wherever the candlelight flickered, the surroundings were filled with warmth.
That kind of warmth seemed to travel through many years, calling him in his heart many years later when he lit the candle he wanted to light.
There were a lot of candles in this room at this moment, but there was a hint of coolness in the bright firelight.
Too many years have passed. Although one candle after another in this basement was lit by his warm call in his memories, and many, many, many of them were lit. However, the person back then is no longer in this world, and he himself is no longer in this world. He was about to leave, but the dancing flames of the lit candles could no longer spread the warmth in his memory.
The warmth of that year still remained in Tie Jinjue's heart, but it was only in memories. The warmer the candle flame in the memory, the cooler the candle light at the moment will be.
Tie Jinjue was getting closer and closer to his mother's relics, and suddenly found a bowl with a familiar pattern engraved on it.
At that moment, Tie Jinjue tried hard to suppress his emotions to prevent Tie Wandao from thinking that his expression was abnormal.
At this moment, Tie Wandao suddenly said to Tie Jinjue: "This bowl is really strange."
Tie Jinjue asked calmly: "What's wrong?"
"I must have read it correctly." Tie Wandao said, "I have seen bowls like this in Tiecang Ting, but they are not exactly the same as this one." Tie Jinjue said nonchalantly: "As for the bowl, it's almost normal. "
"This is not normal." Tie Wandao said.
"What's abnormal?" Tie Jinjue said.
"Why is this kind of bowl engraved with such a pattern?" Tiewan Dao asked.
Tie Jinjue said: "You can carve any pattern on the bowl."
Tiewan Dao said: "Normally there is nothing engraved on this kind of bowl."
"Really?" Tie Jinjue said calmly.
Tiewan Dao said: "It must be. The bowls in Tiecang Ting are all smooth around. This bowl is actually carved with patterns around it. It's really new!"
Tie Jinjue just smiled.
Tie Wandao said again: "It doesn't look like I saw it wrong. Please pick it up and show it to me."
"Yes, clan leader." Tie Jinjue said.
After saying that, he picked up the bowl.
The moment he touched the bowl, he imagined that his mother had used the bowl in the days before she committed suicide. He felt that he was touching something that his mother had touched when she was alive, as if he were shaking her hand. However, no matter how he imagined it, he could not feel his mother's temperature at this moment - the bowl was very cold, as cold as his mother's heart when she was imprisoned before committing suicide, so cold that it was so cold that it was so despairing.
(End of chapter)