Chapter 261: First Release: There is a home to return to, a place to go. ...

Wen Jibai brushed off the fallen snow on his shoulders, untied his outer cloak, and rushed towards Wen Yu.

This is a living aunt, not the aunt in the picture.

Chen Zhizhi, Wen Bao and others around him remained silent. Only the girl who had set up the tea and snacks earlier called out politely, "Master Wen Si."

Wen Si Gongzi, Wen Jibai?

Seeing the so-called Fourth Master Wen running straight towards him, Wen Yu couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the man in fox fur behind him.

It is surrounded by snow-white fur, its delicate and fair face exudes an elegant and dignified temperament.

"Second Young Master Song."

Wen Yu heard the girls calling him like this.

Song...the second young master.

This name is not unfamiliar to her.

Song Linsheng was the second child in the family, and Uncle Song used to call him that.

Wen Yu's gaze was fixed, sweeping over the person in front of him inch by inch——

He is delicate, frail and sickly.

At that time, Song Linsheng was also handsome and thin, but he was taller than her.

It can be seen that although they are both the Second Young Master Song, they are two completely different and unrelated people.

"Auntie—" Wen Jibai pulled up Wen Yu's hands, but withdrew them just before freezing her. "It's really Auntie! Song Xuechuan! Look—"

Song Xuechuan, the second son of the Song family.

Wen Yu took a step back and bumped into Yu Chang who turned around. Sensing the surging air flow, she subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Yu Chang glanced at the two people blocking his way with a slightly impatient look in his eyes, and his palms, which had been clenched again and again, finally loosened after being comforted by Wen Yu.

What are the Fourth Master Wen and the Second Master Song?

What's the difference for a mere mortal?

Sensing Yu Chang's mood, Wen Yu patted the back of his hand in comfort.

The so-called Second Young Master Song, Song Xuechuan ignored Wen Jibai's startled shouts, but gathered his sleeves, tidied his appearance, and slowly walked forward to greet Wen Yu.

"Xuechuan meets aunt." Song Xuechuan was breathing slightly, as if he had not yet caught his breath.

Wen Yu raised her eyes and glanced at his body that was bent at the touch of wind, and could not help but frowned——

It’s really a beauty lamp.

Although there seemed to be no other possibility except her for the person called by the Second Young Master Song and the Fourth Young Master Wen, Wen Yu still refused to respond easily.

After taking a quick look at the two of them, Wen Yu held Yu Chang's hand and turned around.

Facing Chen Zhizhi who lowered his eyes slightly.

Wen Bao held Zhizhi's sleeves with both hands, half of his body hidden behind her, and looked at Wen Yu curiously.

The woman in sky-blue clothes met Wen Yu's gaze with surprise and joy, and then looked behind her with a little anxiety.

"Cough cough——" Song Xuechuan's face flushed red, and he coughed as if he couldn't hold it back any longer.

The Tianqing woman moved upon hearing the sound, took the heater from the girl next to her, hurriedly walked past Wen Yu and stuffed it into Song Xuechuan's arms.

"Xiao Zhuo." She spoke with concern, as if she was very familiar with him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine—" Song Xuechuan's fair face gradually calmed down, and he smiled slightly, "Sister Heng."

"Wen Heng—Manager Wen—" Wen Jibai's eyebrows stood up, and he was about to blow his beard and glare, "Why is there his Song Xuechuan's, but not mine, Wen Jibai's?"

"Wen Liangyi." Wen Heng frowned slightly and glared at him, "You're disrespectful. Be careful or I'll tell your brother."

But having said that, Wen Heng did not stop his actions. He took out another hand warmer from the side and gave it to Wen Jibai.

For a moment, the cold air in Wen Ji's shop dissipated and it was filled with warmth. The sound of people talking and laughing filled the shop, making it seem even more lively.

Su Jianbai looked around, not knowing where to go. He could only silently raise his feet and shrink behind Chen Zhizhi, squeezing in with Wen Bao.

"What are you doing?" Wen Bao was not shy, and he was not shy when he saw Su Jianbai. "Don't push!"

"Can't you stay with me?" Su Jianbai muttered, not moving.

Wen Bao looked at the person in front of him in confusion. Although he was good-looking, he didn't expect that he was actually a scoundrel.

"This is my sister Zhizhi."

"This is--"

Su Jianbai's voice stopped abruptly, and his vague eyes swept over Chen Zhizhi. He seemed unable to think of any exact words to describe their relationship.

Chen Zhizhi had no time to worry about the two people bickering behind him. His eyes, slightly excited but also very guilty, slowly lifted up.

Until his eyes met Wen Yu's.

Looking at Zhizhi's trembling shoulders, Wenyu sighed in his heart.

No matter how slow she was, she now understood a little.

In this literary shop, apart from her and Yu Chang, and the confused Su Jianbai, the rest of the people are probably old friends and are very familiar with each other.

Wen Yu felt neither happy nor sad, but just a little curious. She just casually walked into a candied haws shop on the street, so how could there be so many little pigeons?

The cooing made her dizzy.

The shop was chosen by Su Jianbai, but the one he dealt with was——

"Zhizhi." Wen Yu called in a calm voice.

She thought she needed an explanation.

Chen Zhizhi blinked her eyes, obviously understanding what Wen Yu meant. She moved towards this side step by step, and hesitated for a long time before standing in front of Wen Yu, with an embarrassment that was hard to hide on her face.

"aunt……"

Glancing at Yu Chang beside him, Chen Zhizhi bravely took Wen Yu's hand that was originally holding Yu Chang's, softened his voice and said coquettishly, "Aunt, please sit down first, drink some tea and eat some melon."

Wen Yu felt both angry and amused, but couldn't help softening.

Today is the first day she meets Chizhi again.

Since Zhizhi had spoken, she naturally agreed.

Seeing some clues, Chen Zhizhi raised his eyebrows and winked at Wen Bao behind him.

Wen Bao was also very sensible. He immediately left Su Jianbai who was still talking and trotted to Wen Yu's side. He and Chen Zhizhi stood on the left and right, pulling Wen Yu back to the table and sat down.

"Aunt, please have some." Wen Bao held the butterfly pastry in both hands and placed it in front of Wen Yu like a treasure.

Seeing this, Wen Heng, Wen Jibai and Song Xuechuan, who were still far away, also walked quickly over and surrounded Wen Yu.

"No, no." Wen Jibai peeled the chestnuts with a rustling sound. The tender yellow flesh was beautiful in color and had a rich flavor. "I'd better try the sugar-roasted chestnuts first."

Song Xuechuan had soft features and clear eyes. He quietly took the orange-red fruit and said, "Persimmon cakes are also good."

"Aunt, would you like some hot tea?" Wen Heng turned his wrist, and the newly added tea soup was filled with wisps of hot steam. "It's Jingting Green Snow."

Wen Yu knew it in her heart, she naturally knew it was Jingting Luxue.

Seeing Yu Chang coming over with her, Wen Yu felt a little relieved.

"How about we first tell you what's going on, Zhizhi?"

Chen Zhizhi, who was suddenly called, scratched her head, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. "Auntie, can you take a look at where we are?"

She had already seen it when she entered the room just now, and Wen Yu blurted out: "Wen Ji."

"What does Wen Ji do for a living?" Wen Bao tilted his head and asked, staring at Wen Yu with his bright eyes without blinking.

Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, not understanding what this had to do with the matter, but she still answered truthfully, "Tanghulu."

only--

"Why are you asking that?" Wen Yu lowered her eyes, looking at Wen Bao half-lying on her knees, and couldn't help but teasing, "Manager Wen?"

"Well..." Wen Bao shook his head and retorted seriously in a childish voice, "I'm not Shopkeeper Wen."

When these words were spoken, Wen Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly. Just now, this little girl claimed to be the owner of Wen Ji, how could she change her mind in the blink of an eye?

Without waiting for Wen Yu to ask, Wen Bao took the initiative to lean over and said mysteriously:

"Auntie is the real owner of Wen Ji."

"Me?" Wen Yu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Although she had the same surname as the owner of Wen Ji, it was just a coincidence. How did she suddenly become the owner of Wen Ji?

It's really unbelievable.

"Aunt, do you still remember what you said before?" Wen Heng smiled, his eyes sparkling with twinkling lights. "I want to open a shop specializing in candied haws."

Open a shop specializing in candied haws.

Wen Yu's throat choked and her eyes instantly became hot.

…

"Don't you really like the candied haws on that street? How about we open up shops selling candied haws all over that street?"

"It's not that bad. Who would open a whole street full of candied haws shops?"

…

The words she said to Song Linsheng at that time are still ringing in her ears.

Of course she had never forgotten. She had spread out and crushed those memories, recalling them over and over again, bit by bit.

After traveling through mountains and rivers and across hundreds of years, the candied haws shop she had been joking about was now right in front of her. Wen Yu felt dazed for a moment.

She clearly remembered that later on, due to the numerous miscellaneous tasks, the plan of opening a shop was put on hold and never realized.

How could it be...

"It's 'Wenji'." Wen Heng's voice became a little louder as he was moved. "It's your aunt's—Wenji."

"Mine...?" Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, still unable to figure out the key.

"Aunt, I'm Wenheng, also known by the courtesy name Juncheng." Wenheng put down his teacup, stepped back half a step, and respectfully greeted Wenyu. "This is my first time meeting you, aunt, so I'm sure things might seem a little strange."

"Wen Bao, Wen Fusheng." Wen Bao stood beside his elder sister in a formal manner and bowed to Wen Heng as well, "Sister, is this true——"

Wen Heng smiled and nodded affirmatively, "But the Wen family has an ancestor who is definitely familiar to you, Auntie."

Under Wen Heng's determined gaze, Wen Yu heard her say these two words:

"Wenzhu."

My eyes suddenly felt very dry, and then extremely wet and hot. The rippling waves almost seemed to carry out a small boat.

Wen Yu felt like there was something stuck in his throat and his thoughts were gone.

"Wenzhu." She didn't know what Wenzhu was, she only remembered...

"I used to call you Song Zhu." Wen Heng nodded, his eyes full of expectation as he wanted Wen Yu to remember more. "A Zhu."

Ah Zhu.

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and her raised eyelids made it clear that she was shocked and frightened at the moment.

She naturally remembered Ah Zhu and Ah Yuan.

However, in order to study at that time, she registered Ah Zhu and Ah Yuan under the name of Song Linsheng and changed their surnames to Song Zhu and Song Yuan.

How could that be?

Chen Zhizhi leaned over, lay down in front of Wenyu and held her hand, "When Sister Wenzhu grows up, she will choose to take our aunt's surname and change her name to Wenzhu. She will live in a separate mansion."

"Aunt, do you still remember the house deeds and land deeds for the four streets that Aunt Chen Chuo gave you?" Chen Zhizhi rubbed Wen Yu's palm back and forth with his fingertips, as if trying to give her some comfort.

"Yes." Wen Yu murmured, "But I don't know where I threw away those belongings..."

At that time, Song Linsheng was dead and his master was nowhere to be found. She was busy chasing Xie Bian to the Samsara Division and had no time to care about the house deeds and land deeds.

To her, it was just a piece of waste paper.

"Uncle Xiyan..."

While saying this, Zhizhi secretly looked at Wenyu's expression, fearing that she would be sad and cry.

Seeing that he looked fine, Chen Zhizhi continued slowly.

"Uncle Xiyan gave it all to Sister Wenzhu, and she managed it well. Besides this candied haws shop, Wenji also owns other businesses, including antiques, silk fabrics, and pawnshops."

Wen Yu didn't pay much attention to these words. Her whole mind was focused on Wen Zhu, silently recalling Wen Zhu who was a little girl who loved eating candied haws just like her.

What kind of adventures and experiences did she go through to be able to take over these shops, establish Wen Ji, and make her business revitalized?

"Wenzhu..." Wen Yu muttered in a low voice, the words were obscure and difficult to express.

Originally, she and A Yuan were registered under Song Linsheng's name so that they would have someone to rely on in the future and could study with peace of mind under the protection of the Song residence.

"How could this be..." Wen Yu muttered to himself, a little confused.

Why did you change your surname to Wen?

Chen Zhizhi's eyes turned, and she immediately understood that she might have the answer to her aunt's doubts.

"Before my aunt, there was no family with the surname Wen in Jiangyang Prefecture."

With his eyelashes drooped, Chen Zhizhi seemed to be immersed in those memories.

"Sister Wenzhu wants to be the next in line after Auntie, so that when people mention Jiangyang, they will know there is a family with the surname Wen."

After a pause, Chen Zhizhi looked up at Wen Yu and squeezed her palm in a comforting manner, "This way, when Auntie comes back to Jiangyang, she'll have a home to return to and a place to go."

Like the sudden sound of spring thunder and the roar of summer rain, Wen Yu's mind went blank in an instant.

A home to return to, a place to go.