756: Chapter 749: Mr.
Yan Is Actually Him 756: Chapter 749: Mr.
Yan Is Actually Him Over the next ten days or so, Sisi and her group, under Gui’s guidance, visited all the villages in the area, including Pan She Village deep in the mountains.
The villagers there were an ethnic minority with many taboos, but fortunately, Gui was familiar with everyone, which made Sisi’s interviews go smoothly.
During these ten days, their mood was quite low, for what they heard and saw was all full of negativity.
In one village, people had died from eating moldy food, and others died from expired medicine or became seriously ill.
Such situations were monplace, but what saddened Sisi the most wasn’t these tragedies; it was that the villagers didn’t bear any resentment towards the foundation.
In their eyes, receiving these things was already seen as the height of generosity.
“One shouldn’t be too greedy!”
This was a shared understanding among them!
Even these uneducated, impoverished villagers understood this principle, but the Jins did not, spending the lifesaving money of these pitiable villagers recklessly, an unforgivable crime.
Despite the negative energy, there were things that forted Sisi and her group, like the good teacher Mr.
Yan praised by all the villagers.
In the eyes of these villagers, Mr.
Yan was like an angel sent by heaven, of good appearance, well-educated, benevolent, without a single flaw.
Not only the children adored him, but their parents did too!
“It’s just a pity that our place is poor, Mr.
Yan doesn’t eat well, his health is worsening, and he has bee as thin as a rake, making us feel heartbroken.”
It turned out that three months ago, Mr.
Yan, while sending the children home, fell down a slope to save a slipping student, breaking his leg and hitting his head, losing a lot of blood.
Luckily, there were villagers working in the fields nearby, who called for help and sent Mr.
Yan to the clinic.
His bones were set, and his head had over ten stitches.
Three months later, the wounds healed, but Mr.
Yan’s health showed no sign of improvement and actually worsened.
“It’s all because our place is poor, we have nothing good to help Mr.
Yan recover.
He must be too exhausted from teaching, his health has been severely depleted.”
The villagers felt very guilty, believing they had failed their respectable Mr.
Yan.
“This Mr.
Yan is indeed a noble person, persisting in such a harsh place for sixteen years is not something ordinary people can do,” Zhang Jie remarked.
Gui agreed: “I’ve seen Mr.
Yan, he’s very handsome and has a unique aura, many girls in the village want to marry him, but he isn’t interested in any, still a bachelor!”
“Mr.
Yan’s paintings are beautiful.
He has a special room for painting, very lovely.
I’ve even brought paints and brushes for him before!
Mr.
Yan also plays the flute, a vertical one.
His music sounds so sorrowful, it makes me feel terribly sad inside.
I think Mr.
Yan must have a story.”
Finally, Gui summed up Mr.
Yan with a rather philosophical statement, sounding a bit old-fashioned.
Sisi didn’t correct his mistake; Mr.
Yan was playing not a flute but a xiao.
Nevertheless, this mysterious Mr.
Yan aroused Sisi and her group’s curiosity.
“Why don’t we visit the school too?
We can take a look at this Mr.
Yan,” Zhang Jie suggested.
Sisi and Shangguan Ju agreed.
The school was located halfway up the mountain, very simple, with low stone houses, though sturdier and more durable than thatched huts.
The school was on summer break, only Mr.
Yan and the old principal’s family were there.
When Sisi and her group arrived, it was already dusk.
On the way, Zhang Jie and Shangguan caught two wild rabbits and a mountain chicken, impressing Gui and earning more of his respect.
The old principal and his wife were home, but Mr.
Yan was not.
The principal said he went to paint in the back hills, but should be back soon.
The principal’s family warmly weled them, starting a fire to cook.
Shangguan cleaned the rabbits and chicken, handing them over to the principal’s wife to prepare.
As the rabbit meat’s aroma started wafting, Mr.
Yan returned, a gentle voice calling out from afar, “What good things are you cooking tonight, old sister-in-law?
I could smell it from far away.”
Sisi and Zhang Jie exchanged surprised glances.
They didn’t expect Mr.
Yan to be from Capital City, although he had a slight local accent, his authentic Capital City dialect couldn’t be hidden.
The strange thing was, this voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Following the voice was a man in a white shirt.
Though dressed simply, his charm like jade couldn’t be concealed, no wonder Gui said he had a unique aura.
But that was secondary; the important thing was, this man was an old acquaintance!
The man looked surprised at first, then smiled warmly, like a gardenia in bloom.
“How did you find your way here?”
“Sixth Young Master Jin, you’ve found a peaceful utopia to enjoy!” Sisi smiled back, extending her hand.
The man turned out to be Jin Yan, the Sixth Young Master of the Jin family, who vanished without a trace seventeen years ago.
Who would’ve thought the Mr.
Yan everyone praised was this noble son?
No wonder the Jins couldn’t find Jin Yan after searching for fourteen years; in this remote, inaccessible mountain, not even radar could detect him!
Jin Yan shook hands with Sisi and her group, looking genuinely happy, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks.
pared to fourteen years ago, Jin Yan hadn’t changed much, just thinner, his face a bit pale, clearly not in good health.
“Jin Yan, how is your health?
You seem much thinner, and your plexion looks a bit off!” Sisi asked.
Jin Yan replied nonchalantly, “It’s nothing, just been feeling a bit dizzy lately, probably because I haven’t fully recovered from the last injury.
It’ll get better with time.”
The principal’s wife finished cooking the rabbit and mountain chicken, alongside several vegetables, filling the table with a sumptuous feast.
Sisi even took a bag of wine from her bag, prompting Zhang Jie to glance curiously, “Sisi, isn’t your bag filled with wine?
You keep taking them out.”
“I only brought six or seven bags, this is the last one, once it’s gone, that’s it.” Sisi chuckled.
With good food and drink, dinner was harmonious, except for Jin Yan’s occasional coughs, each light sound tugging at the heartstrings.
Sisi suddenly thought of Jin Wen, wondering if Jin Yan knew of her passing.
Strictly speaking, she and Jin Yan should have been adversaries.
“Jin Yan, do you know about Jin Wen…?” Sisi couldn’t help but ask.
Jin Yan paused with his cup, a flicker of pain in his eyes, nodded with closed eyes.
“This is the best conclusion for both of us, a release.”
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