Although Li Qiyu's work at the Li Corporation was a bit bumpy, it was generally going smoothly. With Li Juan's help, she didn't make those ridiculous mistakes again. Song Yian also took good care of her intentionally. He pre - processed some heavy and difficult projects for her first, so Li Qiyu didn't have much work to do. Her focus was still on the filming of *Spring and Yu Collection*.
Yes, the much - anticipated *Spring and Yu Collection* finally started filming.
On the day *Spring and Yu Collection* started, Song Yian didn't take Li Qiyu to the opening ceremony site. Instead, he took her to a place - the city museum.
When they arrived, Li Qiyu was quite surprised. Wasn't this the place she had agreed with Lu Xingqi to come to? But Song Yian had been very busy during this period, and Li Qiyu didn't want to trouble him with this matter, so she had put it on hold.
"I'm a very petty person," Song Yian said while standing at the museum entrance.
Li Qiyu looked at him in confusion.
Song Yian seemed quite generous to her.
"I don't want you to meet other men, so I went to Lu Xingqi first and roughly learned about the situation of the tomb owner." As he said this, Song Yian raised his hand and assumed the posture of a tour guide. "Next, beautiful Miss Li, please allow me to be your exclusive commentator and take you to uncover the mystery of Li Yu's tomb."
Surprisingly, Song Yian really looked a bit like the commentator Li Qiyu had seen in the Capital Museum.
One had to admit that Song Yian was really a good actor, observing life in great detail.
Li Qiyu obediently followed Song Yian into the museum.
Li Yu's tomb was naturally not as well - known as the Spring and Yu tomb. There wasn't even a special exhibition hall for it. The items unearthed from Li Yu's tomb were placed together with other collections, and there was just a note indicating that they were from Li Yu's tomb when introducing them.
However, Li Yu was a person with a traceable history. He had once been a prime minister and was granted a marquis title, and then he retired to the mountains in his prime. There were records of him in historical books. Because strange rainy weather would follow him wherever he went, historians affectionately called him the Rain Prime Minister.
However, in the five - thousand - year history of China, there were so many prime ministers. Li Yu was just one of them, and now he was hardly noticed.
Li Qiyu looked at the burial objects from Li Yu's tomb one by one but didn't find anything similar. Meanwhile, Song Yian, who had promised to be her commentator, was in a daze when he saw the pre - death portraits of Li Yu restored by historians based on his bones hanging at the entrance.
Li Qiyu walked up to him, and only then did he come back to his senses.
Song Yian murmured, "I always feel like I've seen him somewhere."
Li Qiyu leaned over to take a look. There were three portraits in total, showing Li Yu as a teenager, a middle - aged man, and an old man.
They looked no different from other "ancient people" portraits.
Yes, she, an ancient person, couldn't tell any difference, but Song Yian, a modern person, actually felt a sense of familiarity.
Especially the portrait of Li Yu as a teenager. Song Yian couldn't take his eyes off it.
Li Qiyu suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that Song Yian actually liked men deep down?
Song Yian saw the skeptical and scrutinizing look in Li Qiyu's eyes. After getting along for so long, he could easily read her thoughts.
Song Yian shook his head and denied her suspicion.
"I just think he looks very familiar, like a relative."
Hearing this, Li Qiyu could only摊摊手 and say, "Maybe your ancestors had the surname Li?"
Song Yian quickly refuted her, "What are you talking about?"
He didn't want to be her cousin, even if it was many generations later.
"However, I don't see anything special about Li Yu's tomb."
"Lu Xingqi said that he had read a lot of materials. First, the time of Li Yu's tomb was close to that of the Spring and Yu tomb, and both were in the capital. If calculated according to the time, when Li Yu was a child, the owner of the Spring and Yu tomb was in his prime. Li Yu left an autobiography in which he said that he was picked up by a tomb - keeper and was able to survive."
"A tomb - keeper? Zhou Donglin?"
The time, location, and identity all seemed to be connected.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Li Qiyu's mind, making her freeze on the spot.
"Li Yu, Li Yu," she murmured dreamily. "Bearing my surname, inheriting my name, continuing my lineage."
The entire Li family had been executed. Zhou Donglin was leaving a descendant for her Li family!
At that moment, Li Qiyu understood Zhou Donglin's painstaking efforts.
He was all alone and had lost the ability to get married and have children forever. Logically, he should have left a descendant for himself, but he even gave this chance to her.
What a fool!
Li Qiyu couldn't stay there any longer. She rushed out of the museum like a madwoman. Song Yian followed her and stopped her at the entrance.
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"
"I... I just feel so sad."
"Are you not feeling well? Then shall we go home?"
"I don't want to go home."
"Okay."
Song Yian could see that her emotions were fluctuating greatly and didn't dare to ask too much. He told Xiao Wu to get out of the car and take a taxi away. Then he drove the car himself and took Li Qiyu to the suburbs to relax.
Song Yian parked the car in front of a mountainside villa and took out the key.
This was his place. He had planned to move here after divorcing Li Xiyu. Li Xiyu had monitored him in every aspect but still couldn't find this place.
Originally, he had planned to live here alone and never let outsiders know about it. That's why he told Xiao Wu to get out of the car and drove here by himself.
But Li Qiyu was different. She wasn't an outsider.
The villa was built against the mountain. It was more peaceful than Xiyu Villa and had a sense of seclusion.
Li Qiyu sat on the sofa with her knees hugged. Song Yian brought her a cup of hot water. He didn't say anything but just quietly accompanied her, waiting for Li Qiyu to speak.
Li Qiyu held the water cup and looked at the rippling water in it. Her expression was dull, obviously greatly affected by her emotions. But she didn't cry; she just looked a bit dazed.
After a long time, she finally spoke.
"Do you know the meaning of Li Yu?"
"I know," Song Yian replied without hesitation. "Bearing your surname, inheriting your name, continuing your lineage."
Actually, these words suddenly popped into Song Yian's mind, but Li Qiyu didn't think much of it. She thought Song Yian had heard it in the museum and remembered it.
She hugged her knees and sighed, "Your memory is really good."
"Is this... the reason?"
Li Qiyu nodded and said, "It's very important to me."
To be honest, Song Yian was a bit jealous. There was a man in Li Qiyu's heart, a man who existed in ancient times but was gradually affecting Li Qiyu's emotions in modern times through careful investigation.