None of us voiced our thoughts, keeping that bit of mystery to ourselves, and then went back to our rooms.
I was in the guest room. There was still a big double bed in it. Compared with Song Yiran's bed, it seemed rather shabby and not comparable at all.
I took out my phone and found the pictures of the manuscript I had taken before. There was only a little introduction about Qin Yulou, and even less about the Kun Tomb. It seemed that people were quite resistant to these things.
I gently opened the door and was going to find Uncle. I wanted to get some information from him. Every room was quiet. Probably only I was still awake.
I gently pushed Uncle's door. It was locked from the inside, so I couldn't open it. Uncle wasn't asleep either. He came to open the door for me when he heard the noise.
"I knew you weren't asleep yet," Uncle said with a smile, looking at my sneaky expression. "You're always the most eager one whenever there's something going on."
I could tell there was a joke in Uncle's words. I replied, "Aren't you awake too? Could it be that you've been waiting for me?" Uncle knew me best. I would surely come to him at a time like this. This was the tacit understanding between Uncle and me.
After making sure that everyone was asleep and no one would come over, Uncle and I sat cross - legged on the bed, looking like we were going to have a long - night talk. It would be good if this problem could be solved through a long - night talk. I was just afraid it couldn't.
"What's your relationship with this Yan Yan? You seem so concerned about him," Uncle said with a smile, looking at me. "I've never seen you be so attentive to Fatty."
These words really caught me off guard. I could joke around with Fatty casually, but I couldn't just give Uncle a perfunctory answer. Uncle was a sharp - eyed man and saw things very clearly.
I rubbed my nose and said with a smile, "He has many useful qualities and can help me figure out a lot of things. If something happens to him, the loss will be great."
Uncle looked at me in disbelief. Maybe he didn't believe my words and thought I couldn't be so rational. He patted my shoulder. "Mu'er, in this world, relationships are either friendly or hostile. You should think it over. What can you do with an enemy? What can you do with a friend?"
Although I didn't quite understand what Uncle meant, at least Uncle had experienced far more things than I had. There were some things I had to consult him about.
At first, I really disliked Yan Yan. He was just like a block of wood. He talked little and never said much about anything. He always looked so self - important, with an overbearing aura. But after getting along with him, I found that he was actually careful and gentle.
"Uncle, I know, but we're currently in a state between being friends and enemies," I said, stroking my chin. "Maybe one day we'll become enemies because of some things, or we might become friends for some other reasons."
"Uncle, what's that Kun Tomb you mentioned?" I seized the opportunity to ask Uncle. As soon as I asked, Uncle's face changed. He frowned, reached out his hand and stroked my head.
Uncle looked out of the window, his eyes hazy. It was as if the things had happened a long time ago, and he had to slowly rummage through the past memories, dig them out, and then sort them out.
"Mu'er, you shouldn't have gotten involved in this," Uncle said, looking at me seriously. "Why did you wade into this muddy water? You have no idea how serious the situation is."
I was very confused. "What does this have to do with the Kun Tomb?" I asked Uncle. "I had to come for this matter. It would be very dangerous if I didn't."
Uncle shook his head. "You're too naive, Mu'er."
"Uncle, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer," I said.
Uncle didn't say anything more. He just stared at me intently, as if he wanted to see through me. "I'm really getting to know you less and less, Mu'er."
It wasn't for any other reason. I just felt that after experiencing some things, I no longer had hope for everything. I used to dream of a peaceful and worry - free life, but now I found that this idea was really naive.
Since entering the tomb, two people had already fallen. Although we had only known each other for a short time, we had a life - and - death friendship. It wouldn't do any good to anyone if I just turned a blind eye.
Uncle suddenly felt that I had grown up. This was because I had left that group and found a new place. I was no longer just making a living by selling antiques.
I looked at Uncle with a smile. "I've seen too much of the Chen family. I didn't understand the reason before," I said disappointedly. "I didn't have any hope for them after I knew the reason."
I originally thought that a family should be harmonious. Now I knew it wasn't like that at all. After experiencing so much coldness, I cherished even the slightest bit of warmth.
Yan Yan's appearance had changed a lot. When we were in danger, he was always the first one to protect everyone. Every little thing he did warmed my once - hurt heart.
Actually, it wasn't me who chose Yan Yan. It was more like he chose me. If it weren't for him, I would probably still be guarding that small antique shop and making a living on that meager income.
Uncle hugged me tightly. "The Chen family owes you, and it's Uncle who's sorry for you," Uncle said, his voice trembling. He tightened his arms around me.
"Uncle, it's not your fault. You don't have to feel this way towards me," I said, patting Uncle's back to comfort him. All the things that had happened in the ancestral mansion reminded me that I had to leave quickly.
Uncle let go of me and told me not to think too much and go to bed quickly. There were some things that we couldn't change even if we joined our forces. We were powerless in the face of many changes.
I left Uncle's room and went back to my own. As soon as I opened the door, I found someone sitting on the bed - Xu Yang.
Xu Yang must have minded what had happened today to some extent. What happened today deepened his misunderstanding of Yan Yan. As long as it was something related to Song Yiran, he would completely lose his mind.
Xu Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his legs crossed. When he saw me come in, he gave a strange smile. "I thought you'd go to Yan Yan. I didn't expect you to go to your uncle."
Because of Xu Yang's sudden question, I just realized that he even suspected me. It seemed that, just as Uncle had said, I had been too nice to Yan Yan.
"What do you mean by that?" I replied irritably. "The matter hasn't been investigated clearly yet. Are we going to start fighting among ourselves?"
Xu Yang didn't answer. He just laughed even more cheerfully. "I don't even know what kind of person my team leader is. Do you want me to take a gamble? Why should I bet on mine and Ranran's happiness?"
At this moment, whatever I said didn't matter to Xu Yang. Once he made up his mind about something, he would never change it easily. As long as he thought something would endanger him and Song Yiran, he would firmly oppose it.
It seemed that his gratitude to Yan Yan today was probably just because everyone was there and he didn't want to fall out. Now that there were only the two of us, he just came straight to the point.