Shen Qiwen’s hands did not move.
To be precise, his hands were out of his control and were frozen on both sides of his body, making him unable to even do the simple action of raising his hands.
Shen Jingyuan's hand holding the scroll also stopped in mid-air.
Shen Jingyuan did not urge him, but just waited quietly for Shen Qiwen's action.
The breeze blew by, caressing their hair and dancing with it.
The wind did not understand people's troubles, nor did it want to understand. It continued to flutter the two people's clothes. Seeing that the two still did not respond, it seemed to become more dissatisfied and became more arrogant.
They even rolled up some weeds and leaves and threw them at the two of them.
The birds in the sky called out to their companions, occasionally flying low and then soaring into the sky again in groups of three or five.
The sun hanging high in the sky seemed to have sensed the wind's anger and hid obediently in the clouds.
The sky gradually became gloomy and dark clouds slowly gathered.
Feng Shushu smiled softly, with a bit of pride in her eyes.
But after a while, a spiritual power shield appeared in front of it.
The rain also poured down at this time.
The dripping raindrops hit the grass, some splashed around again, and some were absorbed by it.
Shen Qiwen woke up.
The originally stiff hand also raised up and took the scroll from Shen Jingyuan's hand.
The moment his eyes fell on the scroll, Shen Qiwen's pupils dilated slightly, as if he was shocked, with a hint of imperceptible fear.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Sure enough, Shen Jingyuan finally asked.
Shen Qiwen swallowed dryly, his mouth slightly open, unable to say anything.
Shen Jingyuan seemed to be in urgent need of an answer.
But when he saw Shen Qiwen wiping the scroll with his other sleeve, his heart suddenly calmed down.
"He won't let your mother off easily."
Shen Qiwen said quietly while wiping it.
It was an extremely understated sentence, yet it seemed extraordinarily heavy.
Shen Qiwen: "You must be clear in your mind, right?"
Shen Jingyuan: "So you knew about the painting in the Demon Locking Tower, that scam, from the beginning?"
Shen Jingyuan didn't answer, but asked another question.
He couldn't figure it out.
He clearly had many opportunities to bring this up, so why did you keep it from him?
Why would you rather be misunderstood by him than tell the truth?
Even though she knew that he cared about her so much, she was unwilling to reveal even a little bit of information to herself.
No wonder his expression was so strange when he said that he rescued his mother.
He thought it was his regret at the time, but he didn't expect that he had known it from the beginning and was just playing along with him, watching him try to catch the moon in the water in vain.
Shen Jingyuan's thoughts seemed to be restrained by something, running farther and farther away, and even eight horses could not pull him back.
Shen Jingyuan couldn't imagine what Shen Qiwen was thinking when he stood outside the tower every time he entered the tower to save his mother.
Will they laugh at him for not being able to see as far as he can?
Laugh at his self-righteousness, or laugh at his easy deception by his enemies?
"I know."
Shen Qiwen's resolute tone and those three short words seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed numerous obstacles, and hit Shen Jingyuan's heart heavily.
Shen Jingyuan clenched his fingers again and calmed his mind.
But no matter how hard Shen Jingyuan tried to suppress it, his abnormality was still exposed.
His left eye was already dark.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Qiwen was also a little hostile.
Shen Qiwen was stunned for a moment, and the hand with the broken sleeve grabbed Shen Jingyuan's wrist.
Shen Jingyuan did not resist.
But the voice in my ear continued.
Look, what a simple sentence.
He knows.
Oh, he knows.
She knew it but was unwilling to say it, and just watched him struggle.
A forced smile appeared on the corner of Shen Jingyuan's mouth.
Reason told him that if Shen Qiwen hadn't kept a trick, perhaps his mother would have known that she was gone.
He should be thankful that his mother was well protected and not harmed again.
But why did his heart feel so bitter?
Why did his heart still feel pain even though his mother was saved and their family was reunited?
He should be happy, he should be happy...
A hot tear flowed from his left eye, but his pupil regained clarity in that instant.
But that tear just happened to fall on the back of Shen Qiwen's hand.
The moment the tears fell on the back of my hand, they moistened a small area of skin and then quickly cooled down.
The residual heat made Shen Qiwen stunned.
Looking up, Shen Jingyuan looked normal, nothing unusual.
But the rain is still falling.
The spiritual power shield was intact, but his shoulders were still wet.
Shen Qiwen felt a faint itch on the back of his hand, and a few raindrops fell on his arm.
He hid the scroll in his intact sleeve, didn't care too much, and ran towards the wooden house with Shen Jingyuan.
In fact, with Shen Jingyuan's current ability, the rain cover is a very simple matter.
But Shen Jingyuan had selfish motives.
Shen Qiwen's body couldn't withstand running fast at all, but he was panting and pulling his A Yuan forward with all his strength.
The cabin wasn't far away.
What's more, I went there running.
The spiritual power shield automatically raised a barrier the moment the rain fell.
Under the eaves, Shen Qiwen pulled Shen Jingyuan into the house, and then went into the inner room and started searching.
Shen Jingyuan was like a puppet, not moving at all.
The wound on his shoulder opened again, gradually staining his clothes red.
The spiritual power at Shen Jingyuan's fingertips swayed.
However, Shen Qiwen also handed a clean piece of clothing in front of him at this time.
"I haven't worn it."
The concern in Shen Qiwen's eyes was not fake, but Shen Jingyuan didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.
Shen Jingyuan looked at the clothes in front of him, then looked up at Shen Qiwen: “No need, it’s not very wet.”
It's not that Shen Jingyuan is stubborn, it's that he really doesn't need it.
Shen Qiwen looked at Shen Jingyuan, who was indeed not very wet, and was stunned: "Even if it is true, you should change it. It is always bad for your health to get wet in the rain."
When Shen Qiwen said this, he seemed to have forgotten that he was also caught in the rain.
Shen Jingyuan’s hands tightened and tightened, and finally he took over Shen Qiwen’s clothes.
"You...you should change your clothes too...father."
It wasn't the long-lost "Dad", but just a slightly distant name.
Shen Qiwen’s body stiffened again.
There was a hint of surprise in his pupils, his mouth was slightly open, and it took him a long time to say the word "OK".
Both of them changed their clothes obediently and tacitly agreed not to mention what happened before.
The rain is still falling.
Shen Jingyuan stood at the door with a frown on his face, while Shen Qiwen hung the painting in the inner room and looked at the landscape painting quietly without disturbing each other.
It was as if the peace just now was just a dream for both parties.
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