Chapter 1142 I'll treat you to a meal

Actually, Song Chunxue didn't really want to see Xie Zheng anymore.

Before he regains his memory.

She'd almost gotten used to their current clashes, so what if she suddenly went to see him and burst into tears?

She didn't want her senior brother to see her looking so pathetic.

But then she thought that if she secretly went to check on him and saw that he was eating and sleeping well, she would feel at ease.

"So, you always knew where they were?"

"I don't know," Zhang Chengxuan quickly explained, afraid of being misunderstood. "It was Master Han who told me to go and see Xie Zheng. But when I went to see him, I felt that he was indeed different from before."

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he said, staring at Song Chunxue. “Suddenly I understand you. Seeing his expression made me feel really bad.”

"So I think we should just take a quick look quietly, without showing ourselves. Just to put your mind at ease. He seems more energetic, and he's even grown a beard."

Song Chunxue nodded, "Okay, then let's go see him, but we won't see him."

After all, they were people who had spent every day together and supported each other. In many moments, her heart felt both pain and sweetness.

The pain comes from what she has lost, but the sweetness comes from the fact that she remembers every little detail of the past.

Because she is an experienced old woman, she wasn't so dramatic about life and death.

But your feelings don't lie.

Led by Master Zhang, they arrived near Kunlun Mountain and in an inconspicuous town, they saw Master Han and Xie Zheng chatting with an old Taoist priest.

Xie Zheng was dressed in a dark blue brocade cross-front robe and a square hat. He had a serious expression and looked like he was humbly seeking advice.

He held a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, which Song Chunxue had once given to him.

Seeing this, Song Chunxue felt somewhat gratified.

"Fortunately, he'll probably find that there are quite a few things in his storage ring that he doesn't remember the origin of, all of which I gave him. And in my storage ring, there are also quite a few things he gave me."

“As long as he doesn’t have another dog outside, I can accept it.”

Zhang Chengxuan leaned back and looked at her with a strange expression.

"You have another dog? You think of yourself as a dog?"

Song Chunxue glared at him. "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Tsk, a term of endearment between lovers?" Zhang Chengxuan mused. "I've really learned something new."

"..." His self-pity and reminiscence were instantly shattered by him.

"Fine, it's your own fault for not understanding."

Zhang Chengxuan looked at her with disdain, "Tch, look at you, so capable, a decent person calling himself a dog."

“You’re a dog,” Song Chunxue said angrily, “your whole family are dogs.”

“No, apart from my mother,” Zhang Chengxuan actually nodded, “everyone except my mother is a dog, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Song Chunxue turned her head away and clasped her hands in a fist salute. “I’m sorry, Auntie. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

"Alright, let's go somewhere else." Zhang Chengxuan slid down from the roof. "Master Han has already seen us. Let's go buy some sour fruit for our senior sister."

“There should be sour plums available at this time of year, go and buy some,” Song Chunxue said, leaning on the roof. “Let me take another look, just one more look.”

Zhang Chengxuan shook his head. "Fine, you'd be too embarrassed to cry with me here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped off the roof and disappeared.

Song Chunxue really wanted to say something like, "That's such a killjoy."

She really can't cry anymore.

So she moved to another spot and watched for a while longer.

Xie Zheng perhaps sensed her gaze and turned to look at her.

Song Chunxue didn't dodge; instead, she leaned against the tree trunk, holding her sword with both hands, staring straight at him.

Xie Zheng didn't move, letting her stare at him.

[Let me go check, is that allowed?]

"No!" Song Chunxue sternly refused Wuyoujian. "They don't remember you. What are you going to do? Then they'll dig into your past and ask you about it. Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, I'm feeling pretty bad. I'm going out for a walk."

"Don't go too far."

[I know, there seems to be another spirit sword nearby. I'll go take a look. If I can manage to get it, I'll bring it to you.]

“Okay, go ahead.” Song Chunxue jumped down from the tree and went to the street to buy plums.

There really are plums for sale; they're not very big, but they're quite sweet.

Later, she came across sour jujubes, which are very suitable for pregnant women to eat, so she bought a basket of them.

Zhang Chengxuan returned while I was eating noodles on the street.

"Give me a bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce."

"Okay."

Song Chunxue looked up, picked up a piece of pickled vegetable, and asked, "Did you go to see them?"

"Yes, and you also had a cup of tea. When Master Han asked about you, I told him you hid and cried."

Song Chunxue ignored him.

"Da da da~"

Just then, an elderly man with a cane and a bowl came to their table.

"Give me some food, give me some food."

Behind him followed a little boy, thin and dark-skinned, with unusually large eyes.

"Go away, go away, don't beg here, go somewhere else." The noodle stall owner began to shoo people away.

"Shopkeeper, two more bowls of noodles, please." Song Chunxue pointed to the two remaining corner tables. "You can sit down and eat, it's on me."