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After completing the wedding arrangements, Wu Dayong began to prepare for their new home. The Tang family was overjoyed to have such a son-in-law.
Qi Yuan was busy making furniture for the Tang family. One day, as Qi Chong was carrying a load of firewood, Wu Dayong approached him with a letter in hand.
"Didn’t you say I could stay in your Second Uncle’s house first? We found a letter while tidying up, and it’s for you."
Qi Chong took the letter, which had his name scrawled on it in a messy handwriting. The Qi family had a tradition of education, but Qi Dangnian's family was poor, and Qi Laoyezai could only afford to send him to school for three years, during which he learned to read and write. When Qi Ping An grew up, there was no money to continue his education, so Qi Yunzhen taught him herself.
He wasn’t very studious and stopped learning after two years.
As Qi Chong read the letter, he felt a mix of emotions.
"Second Uncle is mistaken. Two acres of land are yours. I won’t be coming back."
Inside the envelope was a land deed, worn and yellowed with age.
Qi Chong couldn’t express what he felt; he leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. Since his birth, this Second Uncle had never shown him a kind face. Yet, he had a familiar face that made it hard for him to harbor hatred.
Now that face was gone forever.
He picked up a brush and began to draw a portrait of his uncle, carefully outlining every strand of hair and eyebrow. Once finished, waves of longing and regret washed over him, and he collapsed onto the table, crying.
He wept openly, his shoulders shaking with sobs as tears fell onto the red brick floor, absorbed by the bricks.
Yu Chunmiao entered the room but didn’t notice his distress at first.
"What’s wrong?" She had never seen him cry before and rushed over to ask.
Hearing her voice, Qi Chong wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned into her embrace like a child seeking comfort.
"Yu Chunmiao, wouldn't it be wonderful if my father were still alive?"
Yu Chunmiao gazed at the portrait on the table, her expression seemingly paler. She brushed her fingers against the back of the man's head and said softly, "Do you know what death is? It's not merely the cessation of heartbeat and breath, nor the decay of a corpse. It's when no one in this world remembers him. That’s why we cherish memories, why we honor our ancestors, why we erect tombstones, and why we have children."
Her tone was gentle and different from her usual demeanor when she spoke of having children, filled with joy and warmth.
Qi Chong looked up at her, noticing the profound smile on Yu Chunmiao's face. The man stared intently at her, trying to find answers in her eyes.
With a hint of pride, Yu Chunmiao declared, "Fool, I'm pregnant. After we die, your child will remember Father-in-law, and that way, Father-in-law will live on forever in his bloodline."
Qi Chong's mind went blank as he maintained his gaze on her.
Yu Chunmiao couldn't help but laugh at his dazed expression. After a while, Qi Chong finally released her, pushing himself away from the table and moving a considerable distance from Yu Chunmiao.
He looked at her belly; the fitted thin jacket accentuated her waist, which remained as slender as ever. Could there really be his child in there?
Seeing his incredulous expression, Yu Chunmiao feigned displeasure. "What’s wrong? Aren't you happy that I'm pregnant?"
Qi Chong swallowed hard and pointed at her belly. "Really? How do you know?"
Yu Chunmiao casually flicked her braid and replied nonchalantly, "Fool, during that time last month, who was it that lay on top of me saying it would be better if there were no 'little days' to endure?"
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