Chapter 41 [VIP]

The system looked at the dialog box and felt utterly helpless.

[Host, how come this NPC is even better at using internet memes than me? I'm not happy about this!]

I'm too lazy to bother with the green peacock.

He leaned closer and reached out to help Wei Guan decisively block F2, his tone full of experience: "There are a lot of harassing perverts online, no need to reply, just block them."

Wei Guan hummed in agreement, resting his chin on his hand, and smelled the faint citrus scent on Que Lu: "So, you've always thought of me as a pervert."

The system chuckled: "Besides being a pervert, who else would create dozens of accounts to like and comment on other people's posts?! You're out of character, aren't you on Zhidou?!"

Ignoring the system's complaints, Tan Quelu took a sip of water and blinked innocently: "No, I think your name is really good, it's very internet-savvy, and I want to become internet-savvy too."

"Did you come up with all of these yourself?"

As Wei watched the peacock green, his mind, which had been formulating marketing plans for years, actually flashed through many abstract answers.

For example, this is what my second personality thought.

For example, my online savvy has completely worn off.

For example, if you're so beautiful you don't need anything like "internet savvy".

But he felt that this would damage his image.

If Wei Guan only wants to be Elk Green's older brother or elder, then he can certainly close the distance when they are face to face.

but.

He seemed to want to see more of the peacock green.

A closer and more special relationship than it is now.

The carriage was silent.

The young man picked up the green tea on the table, took a sip without changing his expression, and after a while, calmly said, "Hmm, I just thought of it casually."

The car drove back to the Wei family home and parked in a familiar spot.

Aunt Chen opened the door for the two of them and happened to hear this seemingly pretentious remark.

Tan Quelu said "Oh," and thought Wei Guan was quite impressive: "You can come up with such trendy ideas even when you're just thinking about them casually? No wonder you were so good at creating topics for my photos last time."

"Aunt Chen is right, Wei Guan, you have no sense of being an old person at all."

Aunt Chen, who was suppressing a laugh as she watched her boss show off, was speechless.

Wei Guan raised an eyebrow slightly, neither denying nor subtly defending himself: "Strictly speaking, Zhong Lin's age is what we call old people."

He hasn't even turned 27 yet, so he's at most an uncle.

Tan Quelu blinked, looking at the man's completely indifferent expression, and for some reason, suddenly felt like laughing.

This was the first time he had ever felt this way.

Que Lu was surprised and turned to look at her reflection in the car window—the boy's lips were upturned, his eyebrows were curved, and he had revealed a light smile at some point.

Tan Quelu was momentarily amazed, and reached out, bewildered, poked her own face.

Suddenly, another hand reached out, its fingertips dry, and gently poked his face.

Tan Quelu blinked and saw Wei Guan's smiling eyes reflected in the mirror.

The man was laughing too.

His handsome, dark eyebrows and eyes were unusually gentle, his pupils were half-closed, and he was staring at the green peacock, seemingly unaware of his own expression at that moment.

Until their eyes met on the car window.

Wei Guan paused for a moment.

A few seconds later.

When Tan Quelu heard his voice, it was deep and pleasant: "Quelu, your ears are a little red."

"......"

The boy didn't move. After a while, he suddenly grabbed the backpack from the seat, got off the bus without saying a word, and slammed the door shut.

The sun was shining brightly outside.

Tan Quelu walked into the Wei family home with a cold and arrogant expression, his face unchanged.

Wei watched his awkward, clumsy back view and the little gray doll on the backpack zipper.

—That's the one he gave him last time.

The man picked up his iced green tea and followed the boy at a leisurely pace. After a while, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Talk about Huihui."

He called out to him, "Walk slowly, don't fall."

After a brief pause, he started walking faster than a rocket.

Aunt Chen, who witnessed the whole thing: "......"

What did she say again?

As expected of President Wei.

They can even successfully undermine someone's foundation!

......

Tan Quelu's blush only lasted until before class.

My chest and heart feel light, my steps are light, and even the curve of my lips is light when I occasionally reach out to touch my face.

He didn't quite understand what this feeling was or what it meant.

For many years before, his only way of dealing with unexplained emotions was to ignore them.

As a child, his homeless identity was often discovered. The adults would raise their hands in disgust, shooing him away like a fly. Tan Quelu would look at them, say nothing, and turn away without changing his expression.

After being taken back to the temple, his mother and father, who had previously been kind, changed their tune and used countless methods to discipline him. Tan Quelu remained silent, trying his best to fit himself into the body of the "holy son" as they expected.

His companions said he was ambitious beyond measure: "I don't know what he's so stubborn about."

"The fate and body of a maid."

On many such moments, Tan Quelu would feel a surge of indescribable emotions.

Feeling lost and helpless, he only felt sad upon reflection, but no one taught him how to cope.

So he learned to ignore them, to shatter all the specific cries. He focused only on how, under God's guidance, to change this distorted world and save all living beings.

When the world is vast, suffering becomes less intense.

When your perspective narrows, suffering becomes concrete.

Therefore, Tan Quelu habitually ignores all his emotions, whether good or bad.

The system hesitated, watching its host walk into the villa and sit down at the desk.

In a short while, the boy regained his original bewildered and innocent expression, as if he were wearing a fixed mask, with pure and obedient eyes and brows.

[...]

The system was so worried that it wanted to find a mental health counselor for its host immediately.

At the entrance of the villa.

Wei Guan walked in and put down a freshly squeezed, chilled orange juice from the kitchen: "Today we're having orange-flavored juice, so I added your favorite ice cubes."

"Okay." Tan Quelu took it and thanked her politely, "Thank you."

Wei looked at his expression, and after a few seconds, he hummed in agreement: "Then how will you thank me?"

"......"

Tan Quelu glared at him, a little annoyed: "Want me to stab you? I'm really fast at chopping people!"

Then forget it.

Wei Guan suppressed a laugh, squatted down, and took out two familiar dolls from his coat pocket, one in each hand.

He gently squeezed the doll with his long, slender fingers: "Then help me choose one?"

The dolls are Rainbow Cat and Big Bad Wolf, matching the Tanquelu set.

Before Tan Chuanlu could even ask, Wei Guan calmly explained, "I just saw the doll hanging on your bag. I think it's very fashionable and has a great online vibe. I really want to follow suit."

"So I couldn't help but ask you for advice."

Which one do you think looks best on me in my office?

[This guy is just messing around!]

The system couldn't help but grumble: "[You're such a delicate doll, how old are you now? Do you really think you're just eighteen like your host? Heh!]"

Shut up.

Tan Quelu impatiently blocked the system, lowered her eyes, and carefully looked at the two dolls.

After a long pause, he gave a serious suggestion, pointing to the right: "Rainbow Cat, please."

Wei Guan hummed in agreement and said thank you, but didn't put the doll away.

He even tightened his grip, gently gathering Tan Quelu's fingertips, which were touching the doll, into his palm.

Soft cotton instantly envelops your fingertips.

The young man knelt in front of the boy, his dark, handsome features illuminated by the light. He looked at him gently, as if gazing at a flake of snow that might melt at any moment.

—Because of a slight fluctuation in one's emotions, one becomes so lost and unsure of what to do that one simply chooses to melt away like the thin snow.

Tan Quelu stared blankly at Wei Guan.

Through the dolls, their body heat mingled and intertwined.

Wei Guan didn't speak. After a while, he slightly turned his head, gesturing for the boy to look at his ears.

Tan Quelu: "...What?"

"Nothing much." Wei Guan turned around, his tone relaxed and calm, and said, "I just wanted to prove something."

“My ears turn red every time I get close to you.”

"Work becomes easier when I hear you speak."

Seeing your smile makes me feel better too.

"Holding your hand makes my heart beat very fast."

"......"

Tan Quelu looked into the man's eyes.

He casually told him that they were the same.

The same feelings, the same happiness, there's no need to be afraid or force yourself to hold back.

so.

"Next time you laugh, you can laugh for a little longer."

Wei Guan gathered the tips of Que Lü's fingers and pinched them seriously.

He praised him in a very unpretentious way, saying, "I think your smile is so pure and has a really internet-friendly vibe."

......

Elective courses end at noon.

As usual, Tan Quelu got up and politely saw the professor out.

Professor Lin smiled at him and suddenly asked, "Que Lu, are you in a good mood today?"

Several Polaroid photos were scattered on the desk, all showing the boy smiling and making a peace sign; they were clearly taken on the spot before class. Today, when we discussed the 'Green Sparrow' etude, the melody wasn't as somber as usual; it was more cheerful than typically.

Tan Quelu exclaimed, remembering Wei Guan's words.

He opened his mouth, and after a few seconds, he nodded for the first time, acknowledging his emotions: "Yes, teacher, I'm in a good mood today."

It speaks like a little robot.

Professor Lin's smile deepened. She walked to the door and slowly praised him, "Que Lu, your classes have been excellent lately."

"Objectively speaking, your talent surpasses that of all the students I have ever taught."

"People who can immerse themselves in music must have their own little world. Their emotions can be sensitive or resolute."

Professor Lin reached out and gently patted Elm Green's shoulder, his voice soft: "Whether you're sensitive or resolute, it's all you."

"Keep it up, Green!"

"Next September, I'll be waiting to attend the banquet celebrating your admission to the Capital University."

The woman's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Tan Quelu stood still, confirming that she had felt the goodwill conveyed by the other party.

He looked up and touched his heart with a sense of wonder.

As a corner of his self-imposed isolation crumbled, he felt more clearly than ever before that he was standing in this world, truly existing.

The system suddenly exclaimed, "Host, it's raining outside! Our handmade umbrellas that we carry with us every day are finally useful!"

One autumn rain brings one chill.

In mid-October, the early autumn rains in Vis City came suddenly and quickly. The pattering raindrops fell on the distant lake, and the lush leaves rustled in the wind.

Tan Quelu looked at the rain outside the door, blinked, opened the umbrella in her backpack, stepped out the door, and walked among the vast Wei family buildings.

The system asked in confusion: [Host, where are you going?]

Wei Guan is not in this villa.

Aside from the first few days when he was afraid of talking to Que Lu because she was shy, he wasn't present for any of her elective classes afterward. Professor Lin, due to his status, inevitably felt constrained when lecturing, and Wei Guan, not wanting to disrupt Que Lu's class, would usually go to handle some work and come over afterward.

Occasionally, when he had too much work to do, he would send a message to Elm to let her know when he would finish.

I just received a WeChat message from the other party. They are still processing documents and will finish in about half an hour.

"Nowhere to go," Tan Quelu said. "Just looking around."

He only realized it suddenly just now.

This fictional world, which I've always considered a game to be completed, a walkthrough, and a treasure trove for making money, actually exists in reality.

His heartbeat and emotions were real.

The kindness and malice he received were both genuine.

Tan Quelu held up an umbrella and strolled leisurely around the Wei family home.

The Wei family was very orderly, and Wei Guan, for example, always handled things with a calm and efficient air. When they encountered Tan Quelu, they weren't overly enthusiastic; they simply smiled, nodded to him, and respectfully left.

Tan Quelu followed their example and nodded in a very convincing manner.

System: [Host, the way you nod looks like a penguin! So cute!]

No, no, no.

[It's right here!]

Tan Quelu humbly denied it. When he walked to a beige-colored attic, he suddenly heard faint sounds of arguing.

He paused, for this was Wei Guan's home. After a moment's thought, he silently closed his umbrella and entered the house.

—If any criminals sneak in to commit violence, with his skills, he can help Wei Guan kill them with a perfect blow.

There was no need to worry about the corpse; he had witnessed the trial at the temple and had long since silently learned the complete dismemberment procedure.

Tan Quelu raised her eyes, silently avoiding the servants, and like a swift cheetah, gracefully approached the source of the argument—

What exactly do you want?

The familiar female voice sounded very impatient.

The woman stood outside the door, her black hair simply tied up, the ends falling loosely and casually over her shoulders. She wore a light brown coat over a white cotton-linen dress, clearly a nightgown style.

The butler stood to the side: "Madam, the young master is just..."

“You don’t need to speak up for him. Take your men down there.” Wei Xuanyun said firmly.

"Yes, madam."

The housekeeper quickly left to call Mr. Wei, the only person who could control her.

Wei Xuanyun pulled her coat tighter and looked indifferently at Wei Zhiyan, who was locked in the room.

"Wei Zhiyan, do you think you're still a child, that you can make a fuss after making a mistake, pretend to be sick to get the steward to scold you, and then you can get out of here?"

To prevent her husband from climbing around, a steel door resembling a prison was installed at the entrance to the room.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyan stood in the entryway, his handsome features pale, and smiled nonchalantly: "Mom, you don't seem to have the right to say I'm cheating."

Through the gaps in the steel fence gate.

The room was filled with the smell of excrement mixed with the stench of blood.

At the edge of the large bed, beneath the disabled middle-aged man lay a pool of liquid. His hands were bound behind his back, a cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and his face was covered in blood from biting his tongue. He was sobbing silently, utterly devoid of dignity.

Wei Zhiyan clenched his fists, but his tone was indifferent as he casually smiled and said, "From birth until now, haven't you been cheating all along?"

"Grandma was still worrying about you before she died, and my brother always indulged you no matter what you did."

"You can elope and then come back, you can hit someone and then not take responsibility, you can have a child and then not care about it."

"You don't need to worry about anyone's opinion. If I see you abusing someone, you can calmly smoke and apologize."

Have you considered my feelings?

“He’s incontinent and trying to commit suicide, so I just asked the housekeeper to call a doctor.”

"In your eyes, this is cheating?"

Wei Zhiyan spoke at length, as if he wanted to recount everything that had happened over the years.

Wei Xuanyun looked at him, her beautiful, aloof face remaining expressionless.

After a long pause, she chuckled and said, "So, you're questioning me now on behalf of your poor father?"

"You know I don't, and I won't!"

He just wanted to call the doctor!

Wei Xuanyun seemed not to hear, took out a pack of cigarettes from her coat, lit it with her eyes down, and took a drag without expression.

After a moment, she said calmly, "Then call the police."

“Come on, report it now.” Wei Xuanyun looked up and gestured for Wei Zhiyan to turn on his phone: “Get the police here now and tell them I hit and crippled someone and abused my husband. Have them arrest me and put me in jail.”

"I see you really like your yellow parasol."

"Once your mother goes inside, I'll make you a shit-green one on a sewing machine, how about that?"

"mom!"

"So you knew I was your mother."

Wei Xuanyun looked at Wei Zhiyan and felt as if she didn't recognize him anymore.

It turns out that she gave birth to him after ten months of pregnancy, and when she was mentally sound, she personally taught him to draw. However, when her husband was secretly having an affair, he was doing his homework in the living room of the villa, which caused her to break down and lose her mind. All of this was due to her neglect of her child.

She didn't fully fulfill her responsibilities, and the culprit, her husband, is now in a terrible state.

So, it all became her fault.

Through a thin wisp of blue smoke, Wei Xuanyun's voice was calm: "Zhiyan, otherwise why would Grandma say that you are not as good as Xiaoguan?"

"They know what forbearance and leverage are."

"Know what a promise is, and what right and wrong are."

"And you."

"Would you dare call the police right now?"

Wei Xuanyun walked to the door, looked at Wei Zhiyan's pale and handsome face, and after a long while, said slowly, "Zhiyan."

Are you jealous that I'm an only child?

The words fell.

Wei Zhiyan suddenly looked up, and Wei Xuanyun immediately covered her mouth, her expression exaggerated, her voice becoming timid and soft: "Don't worry, I'm now under Xiao Guan's jurisdiction too—just like you, I wouldn't dare to anger him!"

"......"

There is no greater humiliation than this.

Wei Zhiyan's eyes were red-rimmed as he stared intently at Wei Xuanyun, his chest heaving violently as if he were trying his best to swallow a sob.

Behind him on the bed, the incontinent disabled man continued to sob, as if the background noise was tailor-made for him.

The fine rain outside the window was blown sideways by the wind, pattering against the windowpane and meandering down the glass.

Wei Zhiyan let out a breath, and after a long while, without looking at Wei Xuanyun again, he turned around and went back to the balcony without saying a word.

The woman took a drag of her cigarette, her face becoming blurry: "Zhiyan, Zhiyan, you can't even bear this little bit of humiliation, so why did you have to provoke me?"

"When Xiao Guan first joined the group, he was publicly humiliated by those veterans, which was much worse than today."

"You should learn from him."

Wei Zhiyan suddenly covered his ears, pretending not to hear.

He couldn't win an argument with her no matter what, and he didn't want things to really fall apart.

Just like all those years ago, the bloody red still lingered in his nightmares. He was afraid of her, yet he didn't want to see the look of disappointment on her face when he avoided her touch.

So he could only flee from here; if they didn't meet, nothing would change.

Wei Xuanyun watched Wei Zhiyan's retreating figure for a long while, then lowered her eyes and stubbed out her cigarette, a hint of weariness appearing between her brows.

She didn't say anything more, quickly turned around and went downstairs, wrapping the coat she had hastily put on around herself.

When the housekeeper came to call Wei Xuanyun, she had only been asleep for twenty minutes.

Because of the medication her ex-husband administered, Wei Xuanyun has had difficulty falling asleep for years. In her early years, she could only rely on alcohol to fall asleep, but she eventually managed to quit drinking with great difficulty.

Her mental illness was very serious. Grandma Wei and Wei Guan took her to see many famous doctors. After various treatments, the doctors all advised her to take less medication.

If I really can't hold on any longer, I'll take sleeping pills.

When Wei Xuanyun was just woken up, her head and ears were buzzing. She misheard the butler's report and thought that Wei Zhiyan was sick and needed a doctor. She was so anxious that she didn't even change out of her pajamas.

hehe.

If she had known, she should have drugged her husband beforehand, causing him to lose control of his bladder and defecate in bed before locking Wei Zhiyan in the room.

She wondered if he would still have the same strength as before after spending four days with a pile of excrement.

hehe!

Cold rain poured down outside.

Wei Xuanyun stopped in her tracks, her intense emotions calming down as the damp wind blew through her.

My hands and feet suddenly felt weak.

The woman's pupils dilated, she paused, and her body fell forward uncontrollably.

A hand suddenly reached out from behind.

The boy appeared just in time and caught her steadily, placing his palm on the back of Wei Xuanyun's head. The clean and warm citrus scent was somewhat familiar.

Wei Xuanyun's face turned pale, and she subconsciously gripped the newcomer's wrist, her breathing slightly rapid: "Bird Green...?"

“It’s me, sister.” Tan Quelu responded obediently, easily picked her up and placed her on a chair next to her, then squatted down and looked up: “I’ll go call someone.”

...Judging by the time, it was indeed the day the boy was supposed to attend his elective class.

I just don't know if he heard the argument we just had.

Wei Xuanyun hummed in agreement, gripping the back of the chair for balance, a smile appearing on her pale, aloof face: "Okay. Thank you for your help."

Tan Quelu could tell that she was trying her best to maintain a respectable appearance.

Wei Xuanyun didn't want to look bad in front of anyone.

He considerately didn't look at her and quickly called the servants. Several people immediately rushed over to the shuttle bus, and like they were helping a noble empress dowager, they tried to carefully help Wei Xuanyun onto it.

Wei Xuanyun suddenly stopped and looked at Que Lu: "Que Lu, thank you for just now."

She rested for a while, and her complexion was much better than before.

Tan Quelu shook her head: "You're welcome. By the way, sister, you can't make umbrellas in prison by using a sewing machine."

"......ah?"

“Umbrellas don’t need sewing machines.” The boy looked at her, gestured a couple of times, and explained seriously, “Making an umbrella involves many steps. We’re responsible for the assembly. Sewing machines are used for other jobs.”

Wei Xuanyun just said that she wants to make a shit-green umbrella after she goes to prison.

No, no, no, a friendly reminder from the male viewer (viewer #083): [You can't do this with a sewing machine!]

Wei Xuanyun met his gaze, and after a long while, she suddenly realized: "So that yellow umbrella was a gift from you."

She said, "Why is Wei Zhiyan like a fool, even when he's in solitary confinement, he has to be taken along?"

Tan Quelu nodded shyly and innocently: "Yes. I also gave President Wei a green plaid one, and they all really liked it."

"......"

Wei Xuanyun's feelings were complicated. She felt that Tan Quelu was sent by heaven to deal with these two brothers.

No matter how much you try to act cool, you still have to wait in line with your love quota to steal someone's partner.

She waved the servants away, approached Elm Green, and asked softly, "What are you going to do now?"

"Let's go upstairs and comfort Wei Zhiyan." Tan Quelu said truthfully, "I overheard you talking. He's so pitiful, and you're so pitiful too, sister. I really want to comfort you."

Yeah, right.

The system knew that the host was simply addicted to the game and subconsciously conquered F3 as well.

Wei Xuanyun hummed in agreement: "I appreciate your kindness. However, you should go upstairs and comfort Zhiyan."

Anyway, Wei Zhiyan can't compete with Wei Guan.

When that time comes, she'll watch Wei Zhiyan, the loser, cry while looking at his sister-in-law!

Let him make her angry.

hehe!

Tan Quelu nodded blankly and took the bank card that Wei Xuanyun casually took out of her coat pocket. The woman raised her hand and gently touched the boy's head with her slightly cool hand.

"This is compensation for emotional distress. Go ahead, I'm leaving now."

"...Okay."

The shuttle bus quickly drove away.

Tan Quelu put away her bank card, went upstairs, and headed towards Guan Weizhi's room.

The system hesitated, then asked, "[Host, didn't you say you felt this world was real?]"

Why are you starting to use strategy guides again?

"I really felt what they were arguing about."

【Then what? 】

"That's all."

Tan Quelu lowered her eyes, made a half-cross gesture with sorrow, and sighed, "A merciful God will guide Wei Zhiyan; He will forgive his sins, pardon his soul, and erase everything from him..."

I understand.

Aside from powerful NPCs, is there anyone else who can make the host's emotions fluctuate?

Tan Quelu withdrew her hand, blinked, and muttered, "It's been a long time since I've done this gesture, I'm a little out of practice now."

The corridor was silent. He went to the room he had just been in and knocked politely on the door.

Footsteps came from inside the door.

Wei Zhiyan opened the door, his eyes slightly red, his face expressionless: "Change all the sheets, you—"

The rest of the words caught in his throat.

Wei Zhiyan's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief, his mind blank: "...Green Peacock...??"

Is he crazy?

Did the smell of urine in the room cause you to hallucinate?

"It's me." Tan Quelu smiled, looked at Wei Zhiyan, and asked softly, "Wei, are you alright?"

“We were all very worried about you these past few days while you were away from school.”

It took Wei Zhiyan several seconds to realize that Tan Quelu was true.

His first reaction was to slam the door shut.

The man on the bed behind her was still sobbing and crying miserably.

Wei Zhiyan's face flushed, and an unprecedented sense of shame washed over him. He didn't even have time to think about how Tan Quelu entered the Wei family; he just wanted to tell him not to pay attention to his father behind him.

How could such a shameful thing be exposed to the other party?

Tan Quelu blinked, staring blankly at the door in front of her.

Then he turned his head and looked around.

Two seconds later.

Wei Zhiyan, who was still standing at the door thinking urgently, suddenly heard a loud noise.

He turned his head in a daze, and before he could speak, a sharp steel pipe suddenly slammed into his cheek with a loud thud. It was so close that it was just centimeters away from piercing his brain!

Wei Zhiyan's pupils contracted, and he instinctively retreated rapidly!

The man who had lost control of his bladder on the bed stopped wailing, stared blankly at the door, and then wet himself in fear.

The liquid soaked the bedding again.

The steel pipe went down relentlessly, sawing open the door with all its might, and then, at the most suitable angle, suddenly slammed upwards with a loud bang, prying it open fiercely.

The steel pipe railing immediately emitted a terrifying, teeth-grinding sound.

Wei Zhiyan watched helplessly as Tan Quelu miraculously pried open the door along with the steel pipe, revealing a space large enough for an adult to pass through.

The boy exhaled, then dropped the steel pipe in his hand, clapped his hands, and ducked into the room, coming to stand in front of Wei Zhiyan.

He looked up, his innocent eyes meeting Wei Zhiyan's, as if nothing had happened, but his expression was worried: "Wei, are you alright? Why did you suddenly close the door?"

"......"

Wei Zhiyan felt that this world had gone mad.

Or maybe he just went crazy.

Was it a dream?

It must be a dream!

His mind went blank, and he reflexively replied, "It's nothing... Um, doesn't your hand hurt...?"

The system chuckled: "My host fought his way from Penglai East Road all the way to Nantianmen, and you're asking him if his eyes are dry? Are you crazy?!"

Tan Quelu blinked: "It doesn't hurt. But you, have you been crying?"

Wei Zhiyan paused, subconsciously shaking his head, his mind still reeling from the bizarre turn of events: "...No...but, how did you get here...?"

Tan Quelu looked at him, unaware of the familiar footsteps behind her, and frowned, saying, "I was so worried about you."

"Everyone on the forum is saying that something happened to you. I was very scared, so I volunteered to ask Chenbi for your address and came to find you."

"But don't worry, I just ran into Mr. Wei when I got to the door. As soon as he heard I was here to see you, he immediately had security let me in."

"Wei, Mr. Wei is such a nice guy! He actually cares about you a lot!"

The young man, handsome in appearance, stood calmly at the door.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the twisted and dilapidated gate in front of him, and listened to Tan Quelu's story of how she went from the Hundred Herbs Garden to the Three Flavors Study.

After a moment, Wei Guan calmly spoke up: "Is that so?"

A note from the author:

At this moment, Uncle Wei was thinking: Could the Trisolarans withstand a single blow from my Green Sparrow?

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["Chop all the way from Penglai East Road to Nantianmen, and then you ask him if his eyes are dry"] Adapted from a line in the movie "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons".