Chapter Eighty: The Successor of the Mysterious Drunken Butterfly Flower

  On the other end of the phone, Lin Wan chuckled twice and said, "Nothing much, just busy, there are a lot of things to do during Chinese New Year."

  Su Yisu didn't believe her this time and insisted: "What's there to be busy with? I'll go help you, anyway I'm just idle at home."

  Upon hearing this, Lin Wan was visibly flustered and repeatedly declined, "No, no need, I can manage."

  "Lin Wan!" Su Yisu shouted her name angrily, "Confess and get leniency! Resist and face severity! You think you can deceive me with your little tricks? No way!"

  "Sigh," Lin Wei's tone suddenly became low and dejected, "I was just afraid that if I told you, you would be sad. I've already gone back home, to my dad's house. I'm no longer in Jiang City. My dad wanted me and mom to come back for the new year."

  “...” Upon hearing Lin Wan's words, Su Yi Su couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. It seemed that this year wasn't as perfect after all... However, she quickly adjusted her mood and flashed a brilliant smile at the phone, "That's great! A family reunion, loving each other. And who knows, maybe our separation for now will make our feelings even deeper when we reunite next year, haha..."

  Lin Wan couldn't help but have a black line on her head, but the melancholy she had just felt also faded away. She smiled and said, "Alright, let's wait and see then. Su big sister, don't think about me too much..."

  "Cut, don't miss you."

  "Suiyu Su!!" At this time, Sui Yixin was downstairs shouting her name in a loud voice, she hastily responded with a "Coming!"

  "Whatever, I'm not telling you anymore. Xiyin is calling me, let's play again when you get back. Oh, and Happy New Year!"

  "Have fun!" Lin Wei hung up the phone with a smile. Happiness? Maybe, but she wasn't quite used to this new home yet...

  Su Yi rushed downstairs and saw Su Yixin leisurely sitting in the courtyard playing with his phone. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition and couldn't help but stare at him warily, taking a few steps back and saying: "Su Yixin, what do you want from me?"

  Su Yi Xin didn't mind her and instead smiled at her, saying: "Dad wants you to go with him to the street to buy offerings."

  "Ah!" As soon as she heard this, Su Yisuo cried out in a most unattractive manner, "Didn't you go with Father every year before?"

  Su Yixin cast her innocent gaze at him, "But I told Dad that you really want to go with him."

  "Sui Yuxin! You're not human!"

  For many years, Su Yixin and his siblings had been fed up with buying sacrificial items on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but their beloved father seemed to enjoy it immensely. Every year on the second day of the Lunar New Year, he would go out to pay respects, regardless of wind or rain. The siblings were very curious about the unmarked tombstone. However, no matter how much they pestered and nagged, Su Yixin's parents remained tight-lipped. As a result, Su Yixin and his siblings naturally viewed buying sacrificial items and paying respects as a chore.

  Just as the two of them were arguing over who should go with Su Yu, Shen Xiulan came out of the kitchen. She looked at them calmly and said, "Don't argue anymore, both of you go together, no excuses. Your father is currently at Uncle Li's house, you can go find him directly."

  As soon as she heard the decision, Su Yisu was on the verge of tears and said: "Mother, how can you be so calm... this is simply a kind of torture for us!"

  Shen Xiulan let out a soft sigh and muttered to herself, "Isn't it also a kind of torture for me..."

  "Mom, what did you say?" Su Yixin saw Shen Xiulan lowering her head and not knowing what to say, so she couldn't help but ask.

  "Nothing," Shen Xiulan suddenly raised her head and smiled. She said softly: "Go quickly, don't keep your father waiting."

  "Ugh..." Su Yisuo reluctantly followed Su Yixin with a heart full of unwillingness.

  Shen Xiulan gazed at their departing figures, her eyes growing increasingly melancholy.

  At the beginning of the second year, Su Yixin and Su Yusu followed behind Su Yu with a bitter face, heading in the direction of the cemetery. They had all secretly made up their minds that this year, no matter what, they would pry out of Su Yu the identity of that mysterious person!

  Yoon City

  An Yiran carried a basket of offerings, accompanied by An Yijun to the suburban bungalow. Today was the memorial day for Xiao Yuan's father, and over the years, the siblings would always accompany her to pay their respects, this year being no exception.

  However, the Western-style house was quiet and deserted, with no one inside.

  "Where's that little kite?" An Yijun asked, craning his neck.

  "She probably left early, I'll give her a call." An Yiran took out his phone and dialed the number. Soon, a pleasant ringtone came from inside the house, and An Yiran furrowed his brow, "She didn't bring her phone out."

  "Let's go directly to the cemetery and look for her."

  "Alright, let's go."

  The cemetery on the outskirts of Yincheng was deserted at this time, with a chill wind blowing through, making the already somewhat gloomy cemetery even more desolate. The last leaves of the wild Manchurian cherry blossoms that grew in large numbers along the edge of the cemetery had all withered away, and it would not be until spring warmed up again that they would sprout new buds, before bursting forth in a fiery blaze of vibrant red flowers in autumn.

  An Yiran and An Yijun skillfully bypassed several small paths, turned a corner, and a lonely figure appeared in front of the two.

  An Yiran couldn't help but quicken his pace, silently walking to the tombstone, gently placing the offerings he brought, and taking the white chrysanthemum from An Yijun's hand, carefully putting it on the ground, before softly saying: "Uncle, Yiran has come to visit you."

  "Ah, sister." The girl turned around to look at her, calling out in a hoarse voice. Two dry tear streaks hung clearly on her face, overflowing with intense sorrow, and only when facing An Yiran did her expression slightly calm down.

  An Yiran handed the empty basket in his hand to An Yijun behind him, and gently comforted the girl, saying: "Xiao Yuan, don't cry. Uncle will see it, and he will be even more heartbroken than you."

  The girl sobbed softly and turned her head to look at the tombstone, saying: "Can he see?"

  "Uncle's spirit in heaven will definitely see it, he also hopes you can live happily and carefreely."

  "Mm." The girl nodded lightly, looking up at the clear sky. A kite was floating in the vast blue sky, drifting further and further away with the wind.

  "Kite." She muttered to herself, her eyes wistful and melancholic. "Remember when we first met, I said my name was Little Swallow. All these years, you've been calling me that. Actually, sometimes I really want to be a kite, flying carefree, without thinking about anything, without fearing anything."

  "Little Swallow, there will be a day like this." An Yiran held back her tears and replied softly, turning her head away.

  "But sister, look," said Little Yan, wiping away her tears and pointing to the lush young plants growing beside the tombstone. She forced a smile and continued, "Father's favorite drunk butterfly flower will bloom again in summer. He said mother was like the drunk butterfly flower - mysterious and enchanting."

  An Yiran gazed at the flower branch swaying in the wind, feeling a little dazed. The drunken butterfly flower was beautiful, but like the ephemeral flower, it would wither away in an instant. Was their fate being passed down like this? An Yiran looked at Xiao Yuan with concern, feeling a sense of unease.

  "I will definitely avenge my father!" Little Yan stared at the drunk butterfly flower, and his face, which was still filled with gentle affection just now, suddenly showed a hint of ferocity. His small fists were tightly clenched together, as if to release all his hatred.

  An Yiran's eyelids moved slightly as he gazed at An Yiran, who was growing increasingly uneasy. In the end, he still lowered his head. He knew that his sister's choice was something no one could change.

  The wind howled even more fiercely, and Xiao Yan was blown into a state of anxiety, suddenly coughing violently several times. Her pale face didn't have a hint of blood color. An Yiran saw this and was frightened, hastily supporting her as he said: "Your body is still very weak, listen to the doctor's words, don't get overly excited or emotional, unstable emotions will affect your illness. Moreover, you still have many things you haven't done, so you must take good care of your own body, understand?"

  "Yes, sister, I know, let's go back."

  It's only been four days since the Lunar New Year, and Su Yisuo is already whining about being bored. Su Yixin couldn't help but hum in agreement, "People who are in love are just different, ah! In the past when we were at home, no matter how much we were scolded, we couldn't be driven out, and we would even say that home was the most fun place to be. How come now you can't sit still?"

  Listening to Su Yixin's sarcastic words, Su Yisuo's face suddenly turned red and white, and she glanced nervously at the kitchen, making sure the alarm was gone before saying calmly: "What's wrong with me wanting to go out and have some fun?"

  Su Yixin snorted in disdain, "Then go ahead."

  "Me..." Su Yisu responded with a single word, then trailed off without finishing her sentence. She let out a cold "hmmph" and turned her face away, ignoring him. She had wanted to go, but... Jiang Fengchen hadn't invited her.

  Just then, the phone in her pocket rang, Su Yisu took it out with a huff and saw Jiang Fengchen! As soon as she saw this name, the gloom on her face instantly disappeared, and she looked at Su Yixin with a smug look, jumped up and ran out of the yard, pressing the answer button.

  "Dragon!"

  Jiang Fengchen, however, did not respond with the same enthusiasm. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yi Su, I have to go back tomorrow. I just received a call from Yiran, saying that the bar is very busy right now and hoping I can return quickly to help out."

  "Ah?" Su Yisuo was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Today is only the fifth day of the lunar new year!"

  "Many people who have worked hard today also set off... After all, working class is not as carefree as students."

  Su Yisu felt somewhat melancholy, so they had to part ways again?

  "I'm sorry, I originally planned to spend the holiday with you before leaving, forgive me for standing you up again."

  Listening to Jiang Fengchen's words filled with deep guilt, Su Yisu also felt a little guilty. The two of them being together was originally not supposed to become each other's burden and entanglement. So she hastily replied: "You have your work, I absolutely cannot be unreasonable and cause trouble for you, right? There's still a long way to go, we'll have many more opportunities in the future, right?"

  Jiang Fengchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Xi Su, thank you."