"Excuse me, auntie."
After hanging up the phone, Han Jun returned to the glass room and stood beside Han Zhan, looking hesitant.
She didn't know how to start.
Since she didn't say anything, Han Zhan didn't ask, and no one else said anything.
After a while, Han Zhan finished eating the glutinous rice balls. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and then took the basin brought by the servant to wash his hands.
He wiped his hands slowly, and after wiping the last little finger, he lowered his head and said, "Song Shiqing and Xiong Jian are on vacation during the Spring Festival. If you want to go, you can only take the high-speed rail."
Hearing this, Han Jun's face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Dad!"
Seeing that Han Zhan was willing to give in, Song Ci then spoke up, "Miaomiao Zheng'er, the journey is long. You should go with Jun'er, and bring your Aunt Dong along."
"good."
Song Ci arranged for Yan Qingxiu to accompany Han Jun to Kunlun Mountain because he was impressed by Yan Qingxiu's extraordinary healing abilities. Taking him along might be of great help to Xu Qian's condition.
Yan Qingxiu was quite happy when he learned that he was going to Kunlun. Kunlun Mountain was covered in snow, and Yan Qingxiu loved snow.
On the high-speed train to Xining, three children surrounded Yan Qingxiu and listened to his stories.
Yan Qingxiu told them, "My hometown is a vast expanse of glaciers. Everyone here is skilled at skating, and every year we hold skating and ice sculpture competitions. My master lives on the summit of the highest mountain in a large ice palace. All we have to do is look up to see the palace atop the highest peak."
"Every summer, the snow and ice around the glacier melt, and a black flower grows in the soil. The blossoms are extremely enchanting, as black as ink, but the stamens are as red as blood. People in our area call it the Jinghong Flower."
"The Jinghong Flower is the sacred flower of our glacier and snowfields, and no one can pick it. It blooms every summer, and all the stamens face the direction of the Great Ice Palace, so it is also called the Pilgrimage Flower..."
Han Miao and Han Zheng listened intently, as if they were listening to a fantasy novel. Only Han Jun remained silent, staring at Yan Qingxiu with a complicated look.
The journey was long, and Han Zheng and Han Miao fell asleep together. Yan Qingxiu spread a thin blanket over them before getting up to get some water.
Han Jun took Han Miao's handbag to prevent it from being stolen, and she followed Yan Qingxiu to the boiling water area.
There weren't many passengers heading to Xining, so Yan Qingxiu was the only one in the hot water area. He unscrewed the thermos and concentrated on getting some hot water.
Knowing that Han Jun had come to his side, Yan Qingxiu didn't even look up, but just said, "What do you want to ask?"
Han Jun stared at the steaming water and said with certainty, "You know Qu Jinghong."
Yan Qingxiu turned off the faucet and covered the thermos cup before looking up at Han Jun, his eyes filled with unconcealable surprise and suspicion.
The master's soul was divided into ten pieces and scattered in different worlds and dimensions. For the past thousand years, Yan Qingxiu has been traveling through various worlds just to collect the master's soul fragments and bring them back to Ao Sheng Continent.
So far, Yan Qingxiu has collected nine pieces, leaving only this last piece, which is also the most crucial one. The previous nine clones did not have any memories of Aosheng Continent, but Han Jun did.
Yan Qingxiu said affirmatively: "You remember everything."
"I only remember some of it, not all." Han Jun stared at Yan Qingxiu's face thoughtfully for a long time before saying, "I remembered Qu Jinghong."
Yan Qingxiu sighed, feeling somewhat complicated.
"I don't know much about Qu Jinghong. He had already passed away when I first knew him. If you want to ask me about Qu Jinghong, I have nothing to tell you."
Han Jun shook his head. "I just want to know whether Qu Jinghong is a real person or just a figment of my imagination."
Yan Qingxiu touched his lips up and down, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Han Jun turned around and walked back to her seat. After a few steps, she suddenly turned back, stared at Yan Qingxiu's gloomy face, and said, "You look better the way you are. This woman's skin is an eyesore to me."
Yan Qingxiu's eyes suddenly lit up. "You..." Yan Qingxiu clenched the cup and asked her, "Do you remember me?"
Han Jun didn't remember it at first, but when she heard Yan Qingxiu talking about Jinghonghua, many unfamiliar images suddenly flashed in her mind.
Endless glaciers, black flowers swaying in the cold wind, and a silly boy who always follows her around like a follower, calling her "Master".
"Yan Qingxiu, thank you for your hard work." Han Jun turned and left.
After hearing this, what else did Yan Qingxiu not understand?
His hand holding the water glass was trembling slightly.
Master!
It’s Master!
After discovering that Han Jun had begun to recover his memory, Yan Qingxiu's attitude towards Han Jun changed 180 degrees.
He no longer called Han Jun 'Junjun'. When getting off the high-speed rail station, he would personally help Han Jun carry her things. If anyone looked at Han Jun for a second longer on the road, Yan Qingxiu would glare at them.
He looked so concerned and nervous about Han Jun, as if Han Jun was a living ancestor and no one could offend or peek at him.
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