Yu Min looked at the cake in his hand, and after a few seconds of silence, he was about to put it back into Zhang Rui's hand: "Brother, I have some myself, you can eat it yourself."

Zhang Rui did not take it and pushed Yu Min's hand back.

"You are young and can't handle it. Stay here. It will take a lot of energy to leave."

As Zhang Rui spoke, the teenagers who were eating cakes nearby also spoke up.

Without exception, they all urged Yu Min to eat the cake quickly so as not to let down Senior Brother Zhang Rui's kindness.

Perhaps young people have very simple minds, or perhaps they have already regarded each other as the closest and most important people.

When they saw Zhang Rui give Yu Min an extra piece of cake, they did not feel dissatisfied.

Instead, he was just worried that the cake would not fill his junior brother's stomach.

They have all had the experience of not having enough to eat, and they know how uncomfortable it is to be hungry.

"Eat quickly, little brother."

"We don't know how long our journey will take. If you don't eat something, you'll be holding us back."

The fourth brother swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, looked at his junior brother who was still in a stalemate with Zhang Rui, and spoke jokingly.

"Yeah, if you don't eat something now, it will be uncomfortable to eat while walking later. You'll easily choke."

This time it was Lao Qi who spoke. Most of the cake in his hand had been eaten. After two or three bites, he drank a small sip of mountain spring water.

Seeing so many brothers saying this, Yu Min naturally felt embarrassed to refuse. Without thinking too much, he began to eat the cake in his hand in big mouthfuls.

The slight pain in my stomach gradually eased.

Zhang Rui looked at the scene in front of him and felt relieved.

The dry food they brought with them could barely last for another three days. If after three days, they were still in the same situation as today, with no way out, they would have to find another way out.

After a short rest, Zhang Rui and others set out on the road of training again.

…

When Zhang Rui and others were on their way again, Shen Jingyuan once again appeared at the foot of Chongming Mountain.

A wooden house was built in a more spacious place.

There are mountains on the back and relatively clean muddy ground everywhere.

The whole wooden house is quite large, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

All are complete.

The door of the wooden house was open gracefully.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Jingyuan stepped in.

The furnishings in the wooden house are quite complete, at least not as plain as the wooden house in the Demon Locking Tower.

Shen Jingyuan still couldn't shout out the name, but just knocked twice on the wooden door.

There was only the sound of knocking on the door in the wooden house, nothing else.

Shen Jingyuan lowered his hand again, but spiritual power once again flowed out from his fingertips.

Outside the house, the rabbits at the foot of the mountain were still leisurely eating the fresh grass by the river, occasionally raising their heads and looking around.

There were two more figures next to the stone on the hillside.

One was the rabbit demon whose demon pill had been dug out, lying there basking in the sun.

The other one was Shen Qiwen leaning against the stone.

The rabbit demon seemed to have forgotten the previous lesson and lay obediently in Shen Qiwen's arms, its long rabbit ears moving from time to time.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the sunlight on Shen Qiwen.

The rabbit demon in Shen Qiwen's arms also turned its head immediately, and when it saw that the person coming was Shen Jingyuan, it acted as if nothing had happened.

Shen Qiwen raised his forehead slightly, and when he saw that the person coming was Shen Jingyuan, his hand that was comforting the rabbit demon froze.

But he quickly reacted.

He placed the rabbit demon back on the ground and said in a stiff yet gentle tone, "Go and play by yourself."

Regardless of whether the rabbit demon could understand or not, Shen Qiwen's hand fell on the back of the rabbit demon's butt and gave it a gentle push.

Shen Qiwen sat up slightly straighter, his brows slightly relaxed.

Shen Jingyuan's heart trembled at the sight of him having no energy at all. He thought of what he had said before and the scene that the other party had acted out with him:

"You...don't have anything to say to me?"

Shen Jingyuan stood one meter away from Shen Qiwen, staring at Shen Qiwen intently, and spoke in a calm tone as much as possible.

The hand hidden in the sleeve had already been clenched into a fist.

Shen Qiwen raised his forehead slightly, looked at Shen Jingyuan in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "No."

"You came to see me, is..."

Shen Qiwen's tone was also extremely calm, as if he was not panicked by Shen Jingyuan's sudden appearance, and he just asked simply.

"Did you really hand mother over?"

Shen Jingyuan didn't want to remain silent, nor did he want to keep it in his heart.

A direct, to the point question.

Shen Qiwen was stunned, looking at Shen Jingyuan in front of him, whose emotions were a little out of control, with his eyes lowered.

He knew in his heart that he didn’t have it, but just looked at Shen Jingyuan in front of him, “A Yuan, is this important?”

"You've saved her, that's enough."

Shen Qiwen was not sure into whose hands Xi Yan had fallen again, nor was he sure whether Shen Jingyuan would trust him again.

"It's time for you to have your new life, A Yuan."

Shen Qiwen said, standing up shakily.

Eighteen years, how many more eighteen years can there be?

Shen Qiwen didn’t have an accurate answer in his mind.

The slightly bent back and faintly visible white hair make Shen Qiwen no longer young.

Shen Qiwen calmly straightened his clothes and prepared to go back to the wooden house. His steps were a little staggering, but it was harmless.

Shen Jingyuan's hand moved uncontrollably, and then he grabbed Shen Qiwen who was about to pass by.

The cloth that had been washed by the years naturally could not withstand Shen Jingyuan's strength.

"hiss--"

The sound of cloth tearing made both of them freeze for a moment.

The threads on the broken sleeves are broken, and they are no longer as neat as they were at the beginning.

Specks of cotton wool danced in the air.

Shen Jingyuan looked at the piece of cloth torn off in his hand, not knowing how to speak, then looked at Shen Qiwen’s exposed arm, and his little finger trembled slightly.

"There are new clothes in the cabin, why didn't you change?"

Shen Jingyuan said uncomfortably, and the cloth in his hand was also grasped into his palm.

He failed in his duty.

Because of mother?

He didn't know whether to blame the man in front of him, who was closer than blood to him, for not telling him the truth, or to blame himself for not trusting him enough.

Shen Jingyuan's grip began to tighten.

Shen Qiwen didn't expect A Yuan to suddenly hold him back.

Looking at the torn robe, and then at Shen Jingyuan who was obviously uncomfortable in front of him: "This is bad."

Although it was clever, Shen Jingyuan still couldn't catch up.

Shen Jingyuan pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he just put his hand down.

The two looked at each other quietly.

They all had a tacit understanding not to take that step first.

Shen Qiwen put his hand with the broken sleeve behind his back, while Shen Jingyuan tightly grasped the "rag".

It was unknown how much time had passed before Shen Jingyuan finally took out the painting that Ning Wan had returned to him.

In the sunlight, there seemed to be a glimmer in Shen Qiwen's eyes, vague and not obvious.