"You're still pursuing him?" Shen Qingmang slammed the table and stood up. "It's a blessing for my daughter to fall in love with him. He doesn't cherish her and still wants you to pursue him? Where does Si Yiqing get such arrogance from?"
"Mother, mother, please be patient." Yaoyao advised her, "He's lived for so long, and he carries more burdens and concerns than I do. It's normal for him to need to consider things carefully."
"So you have expressed your feelings to him?" Gu Sui Han asked.
"Yeah, but he probably didn't take it seriously. I tell him every morning, and he just smiles and doesn't respond." Yaoyao shrugged. "In Sister Rong's words, this is probably 'suppressive'? But it doesn't matter. I'm young and have plenty of time. I'll continue practicing my flute and not bother Dad and Mom anymore!"
She ran off, and Shen Qingmang covered her face. "Is this karma and retribution? The previous generation corrupted morals, and the next generation repeated the same mistakes. How will our family be portrayed in future history books?"
"Extraordinarily talented, with both moral integrity and artistic talent?" Gu Suihan asked in a cheerful tone.
Shen Qingmang was amused by him. "You've become a completely different person since the child left."
"I just suddenly understood something," Gu Suihan said, "Why did Shi Mingli frown at the birthday party?"
Shen Qingmang suddenly realized. "That's right, it started after Yaoyao met Senior Brother Yiqing! Senior Brother is really something, why didn't he even tell me something like this?"
After a moment, she calmed down. "No, it would be embarrassing if he told me. Not only would his mind-reading abilities be exposed, but it's also really bad for prying into a child's privacy. Forget it, let's not think about that for now. The most urgent thing is to come up with a solution. Should we persuade Yaoyao to give up Yiqing, or tie Yiqing up and send him to Yaoyao's bed?"
"Ahem, Madam, calm down." Gu Sui Han held her hand.
"How can I stay calm? Why do I like Senior Brother Yiqing when there are so many people I can like? If we become a couple in the future, what will happen to our seniority? Will A Rong have to call Yaoyao mother? And will Senior Brother Yiqing call us father-in-law and mother-in-law? This is too confusing." Shen Qingmang rubbed his temples.
"Children and grandchildren will have their own..."
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Okay, okay, I get it. Let her do whatever she wants. It's not certain whether she can catch up with her."
Shen Qingmang began to turn her attention to the younger generation of Taichu Sect, ready to help Cang Geng, who had not yet developed any strange thoughts, find a girl suitable for him. She now finally understood the idea of her master Yun Xuzhou who had tried his best to match her with the eldest brother. It was still the most reassuring to approve of someone she approved of.
But of course we must fully respect the child’s wishes and not force them.
Yaoyao, whose wishes were fully respected, dressed up beautifully the next day and went to Wendao Peak to learn from Si Yiqing.
"Good morning, Yiqing. I like you today too."
"Good morning." Yiqing didn't even raise his head. He was taking out steaming noodles from the steamer.
"What is this?" Yaoyao asked.
"Rose milk buns." Yiqing said, "Arong really likes them."
"There's actually this kind of combination. You're really a great chef." Yaoyao praised.
"This wasn't my idea, it was Zhao Zhao's." Yiqing smiled softly. "She's from Chaohua Palace. Everyone in Chaohua Palace loves flowers. I begged this rose from Chaohua Palace."
"Who is Zhao Zhao?"
"My wife."
Yaoyao pursed her lips and said nothing.
"What do you want to learn today? You already understand the sounds of nature very well. You don't need my instruction."
"I want to learn how to express love." Yaoyao said word by word, "Please teach me how to express love."
"Okay." Yiqing said, "Wait for me to give the milk bag to Arong, okay?"
"Well, I'll wait for you here."
After he left, Yaoyao looked around and felt that the kitchen, which had once seemed so warm and welcoming, had now become an eyesore. Did Yiqing also cook here with Zhaozhao? Would Zhaozhao lean against the window and watch him like she did? Was she the first to taste the food he cooked?
She found that what her mother said was not entirely unreasonable. She was not as free and easy as she said. She didn't mind it before, just because she had never heard the name Zhao Zhao from Yiqing.
She felt that his past was like the clouds on the top of a cliff, passing by in a flash. However, she never expected that those past memories would leave such deep impressions on him that he would still laugh when he mentioned them.
After an unknown amount of time, Yiqing came back and the two of them came to his courtyard.
"Everyone has a different understanding of love. I won't teach you to try to understand the feelings in my heart. You just need to feel this natural emotion." Yiqing said and played the bamboo flute.
The rhythm at the beginning is lively and cheerful, like two young men who are curiously exploring the fairyland for the first time. It becomes sweet and lingering in the middle, like a pair of lovers embracing each other, inseparable. The ending takes a sharp turn, sad and mournful, with a lingering aftertaste.
Yaoyao wiped the tears from her eyes. "What's the name of this song?"
"Tiao Tiao."
"The distant Altair, the bright Vega?"
"Yes. It's about the distance between me and her. I composed this song after I learned the real cause of her death." Yiqing stroked the bamboo flute in his hand. "Would you like to hear my story?"
Yaoyao bit her lip and nodded. Then, she listened to a love story that was both ordinary and special. It was ordinary in that the beginning, middle, and end of the story were all very plain, like that of any ordinary couple; it was special in that it came from the mouth of the person she loved.
"If I had trusted her more, I wouldn't have let her die alone and miserable. I'm sorry for her. Now nothing I say will help. I can only miss her for the rest of my life."
"Can't you just let it go?" Yaoyao said in a trembling voice.
Yiqing looked at her tenderly. "I can't bear to leave."
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