Lao Jijiu did not go into the house, but stood in the yard, looking at the door excitedly.
When the three people appeared at the door, Lao Jijiu's eyes fell on Amu and never left.
The boy had grown up, his appearance had changed a lot, but his posture, temperament, and gait remained the same. Just like seeing that exam paper, even though he had deliberately changed the writing style, it still had the same shadow of the past, and he recognized it at a glance.
He was not mistaken, he was not mistaken, his most proud student, the young master was still alive, he was still alive.
The old chief priest was in tears as he looked at the person who was getting closer and closer, as if he could see him stumbling all the way from his young body to where he is today.
"Yu'er~" The old chief priest murmured a name. Amu and the others had already walked in front of him and heard the low call.
Ah Mu knew that the teacher was calling him. With red eyes, he saluted respectfully and said, "Student Xiao Yushu greets the teacher."
"Mr. Xiao." The old chief priest knew that he couldn't reveal his identity, so it was enough for him to know who he was.
Amu was also excited to see his teacher again, but unfortunately they could not recognize each other because he was now Xiao Yushu, not the eldest son of Duke Dingguo.
"It is a great honor for students to meet you. You are still in good health, but you should get more rest and take medicine and see a doctor on time for your leg problems."
The old chief priest looked at Amu. He didn't know what hardships he had gone through to survive. It was not easy to escape from Northern Qi and reach the capital.
When he escaped, Northern Qi declared him dead. There was no more brilliant young master in the world. Even if he were alive, he would no longer have his original identity. He was abandoned by the entire Jing Dynasty.
The intentions of the Northern Qi people were truly sinister.
Seeing the two of them looking at each other with tears in their eyes, their emotions were getting more and more agitated, and people were coming and going outside, Linlang quickly said, "Old man, let's go in and talk. By the way, I can take a look at your legs."
The old priest nodded and said, "Okay, let's go in and talk. Let's go in and talk."
Zhao Yuning, who had been standing by and unable to get a word in, thought his grandfather was very strange. It was really touching that he loved talent so much. But Amu was indeed a talent and worthy of cherishing.
Rong Yi was also happy that Amu was appreciated by the old chief priest. He thought that there would be no problem for him to worship the old chief priest as his master in the future.
Mo'er knew the old chief priest and hid before he came in. It is better to have less trouble than more.
The group entered the hall and sat down, and the servants served tea and snacks.
Linlang examined the old priest and said, "It seems that he has been taking medicine and receiving treatment on time recently, and he is doing well."
"Of course. I dare not disobey Linlang's instructions." The old priest thanked Linlang for the medicine she brought him. "My leg pain is getting better now. I've been eating and sleeping well these days, and I've gained some weight."
Linlang smiled and said, "You are not fat, you were too thin before."
Knowing that the old priest and Amu had something to say, Linlang said, "I just bought some crabs today. I heard that the old man likes to eat crab roe noodles. Why don't you stay for lunch and have a simple meal?"
"Okay, thank you for bothering me then." Seeing the person he was meeting, the old chief priest just wanted to stay for a while longer and was reluctant to leave.
When Amu saw his teacher for the first time seven years later, he looked much older, his hair was almost completely white, and the deep wrinkles on his face were the result of his years of hard work for state affairs and his students.
When he first went to Northern Qi, he received letters from his teacher, all of which were expressions of concern for him. Later, when he was imprisoned and tortured, he never saw a single word from his teacher again. He knew that his teacher must have written to him every month, but it just never reached him.
Amu was very happy that he and his teacher could still meet each other in his lifetime.
Ah Mu's eyes were red, and the old chief priest looked at him kindly, "I heard that Mr. Xiao had experienced a fire and his appearance was destroyed. He had surgery to recover. Linlang is a good doctor, but you must have suffered a lot."
"It's like a big dream, and waking up is like being reborn." Amu said meaningfully, "This student can be considered a blessing in disguise. I have a beautiful wife and so many caring relatives. Starting over from scratch may not be a bad thing."
The old chief priest knew that Linlang and the father and son of the Rong family had made great contributions to the fact that he had survived such great hardships and still had hope of life.
The old chief priest couldn't imagine how Yu'er, who was so afraid of pain when she was a child, could have endured those days and survived so bravely.
This blessing in disguise made the old priest feel heartbroken. He choked up and said, "You are a talented person. Study hard and you will become a successful person. Keep the disaster in your heart and use it as motivation. One day, it will be returned to you."
He accidentally glanced at the scar on Amu's sleeve. It was not left by a burn, but a cut. How painful must Yu'er have been at that time.
The old priest could no longer hold back his tears. "I lost my composure. Seeing Mr. Xiao reminded me of one of my most proud students. Unfortunately, he is no longer with us."
Ah Mu couldn't bear to see the teacher sad, "Old Master, the deceased is gone, please accept my condolences."
The old priest wiped away his tears. When he heard the news that the young master had died and would never come back, he hid in the house and cried for a long time. He was unwilling to accept it. How could such an excellent child be gone just like that?
At that time, he wished he could run to Northern Qi to confront them and make them pay for their blood debt with blood.
Jing Chao didn't dare to say a word, for he was afraid of the Northern Qi's thunder bombs and the tens of thousands of cavalrymen.
The old priest had never felt so aggrieved and heartbroken.
When he saw the familiar handwriting and his eight-part essay, everything was so familiar that he excitedly wanted to meet him, but unfortunately he didn't see him.
The old priest knew that he couldn't act too hastily. Finally, today he met the person he wanted to meet. He was really still alive and standing in front of him.
There were many things that the old priest wanted to say to Amu. He stood up and said, "I'm going to take a walk in the yard. Mr. Xiao, please come with me."
“It’s an honor for the students.”
Amu stepped forward to support him. The old priest held his hand and saw the scars on his sleeves. "Let's go."
Zhao Yuning wanted to go along, but the old chief priest waved his hand in disdain, "Go and have fun. This old man and Mr. Xiao hit it off right away. Let's have a chat."
Zhao Yuning, who was disliked, was not angry. "Hey, grandpa threw his grandson aside when he saw a talented person. I don't want to be boring. I'm going to find Brother Rong and Mo'er."
When only the old chief priest and Amu were left in the yard, he could no longer bear it and lifted up Amu's sleeves, revealing the hideous scars inside. He rolled up his sleeves, leaving no skin unharmed wherever he touched them.
The old priest's hands trembled. "They are too much of an oppressor. They are worse than animals. How could they do this to you? How could they do this to you?"
"Teacher, it's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's all over."
The old priest raised his hand and touched Amu's face, "Your face?"
"It's the same as on your body, but I made the first cut myself. I was a bit too heavy-handed, and even the Linlang surgery couldn't smooth it out. It left a crescent."
The old priest was extremely distressed and growled in guilt, "Master, I am useless. Master, I am useless. It is not our fault that you suffered such inhuman torture."
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