A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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Upon hearing this, Liu Junlan also looked at Lin Xiangwu.
Lin Xiangwu quickly said, "No, I won't leave anymore. I will stay by your mother's side, and also by your side and your grandchildren's side."
"Oh." Lin Weiming nodded calmly. "Well... it's almost afternoon. I'll go buy some groceries and also buy you some incense."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out.
"Xiangwu, don't blame him." Liu Junlan sighed slightly when she saw him like this, and said to Lin Xiangwu, "He hasn't seen you for too long and doesn't know what to do."
“How could I blame him? He is my son. I haven’t been able to be by his side to take care of him all these years. It’s my fault.” Lin Xiangwu’s eyes were gentle, but there was an unspeakable sadness in his voice.
It is said that loyalty to one's country and family are hard to reconcile. He served his country loyally on the battlefield, but he was unable to protect his wife, children and elderly parents at home.
Lin Weiming dawdled outside until the afternoon, and actually bought some incense and brought it back with Xuefu and the five children to offer incense to Lin Xiangwu.
In the evening, after everyone had eaten dinner, Lin Wanyue took a pot of spiritual spring water and went to find Lin Xiangwu.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used so many thunderstorm talismans... Please drink more of this water." Lin Wanyue handed him the water bottle with her small hands.
Looking back now, she realizes that she went too far.
Lin Xiangwu was just looking for familiar things around his house, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, so why did I throw out the Thunderstorm Talisman?
That's outrageous!
It's to the point where I have to get up in the middle of the night to slap myself!