Chapter 815 Which Eye Saw It?
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
The second son choked on the cooked noodles and coughed for a long time before finally calming down after drinking some tea.
He patted his chest, stood up, and pointed at Sanwa, "You...you're talking nonsense. How could that be? Our father has been dead for so many years. How could he still be alive?"
“I don’t know. Lord Xie didn’t go into details either, but I guess Mother met with him, which disturbed her peace of mind.” Sanwa looked at him seriously. “Second brother, I advise you not to pursue this any further. Just pretend you don’t know anything. Our father must have passed away. He was sick back then, buried in May, and the coffin smelled bad after being left for two days. I remember that.”
The second son was startled, feeling uneasy after hearing what the third son said.
"As for who that person is, I guess it's Father's spirit, searching for Mother all these years late. Whatever the reason, he's no longer our father. Do you understand?"
The second son was puzzled. "You said he's our father, so why are you saying he isn't? Don't you want to see him?"
Sanwa lowered his head, a bitter smile on his face. "Since he is a monk, it means that he had no choice but to be our father. You've heard the plays, right? They're here to experience tribulations in the human world."
“Besides, so many years have passed. Why did he have to come at this time of year? What’s the meaning of that?” As he spoke, Sanwa’s tone betrayed his disappointment. “He just came to see us. He doesn’t mean anything else because he is a cultivator.”
A person practicing spiritual cultivation?
These four words jolted the second son awake from his daze.
Yes, Mother wasn't a practitioner before; she only gradually embarked on the path of cultivation later, and by then she had already drifted further and further away from them.
Besides, he's a monk. Even if his father were still alive, he wouldn't come back for their sake.
Furthermore, they are all married, and it would be unwise for them to return as practitioners.
The children have all started their own families and have their own lives to live.
They've grown up and can hardly remember what it was like to have their father at home.
For a moment, the second son was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
He handed him the remaining cooked noodles and watermelon, saying, "You can eat them yourself; I can't eat anymore."
Sanwa didn't mind at all, took a bite of watermelon and put it in his mouth, "I'll go pick a watermelon for you."
As he spoke, he took off his outer garment and went down into the cellar.
"Second brother, don't ask Mother again. If she gets angry and says something harsh, you'll definitely be upset," Sanwa warned worriedly.
Jiang Yehui, holding a watermelon, said, "I know, you're closest to Mom in our family now. Ask her, she doesn't scold you much."
The third brother sighed helplessly, "Second brother."
"Alright, I'm leaving now," the second son said, turning back halfway and pulling a cloth bag from his pocket. "This is candy for the kid. She's really not ugly. Don't say my niece is ugly."
Sanwa smiled and nodded, "I know, I won't say it anymore. No parent would truly think their child is ugly. It's just that they're selfish and want to shut others up before saying it themselves."
They wouldn't have said that in front of others if someone hadn't said it to their face.
If your own family says something is ugly, anyone with a modicum of sense will say the opposite.
However, this incident made Sanwa realize one thing: anyone who said his child was ugly, regardless of their intentions, dared to say such a thing, which proved that they looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts.
He won't tolerate this kind of person in the future.
...
It's so hot sleeping in the same bed with another person.
Song Chunxue kicked off the blankets several times that night, breaking free from Xie Zheng's embrace and keeping her distance from him.
Her legs were chilled when she was a child, which left her with a chronic condition. Although it's not serious, she feels uncomfortable when it's too hot or too cold.
When Xie Zheng held her in his arms, she felt like ants were crawling inside her leg bones, and she felt hot and restless.
Surprisingly, Xie Zheng didn't think so.
Between the two of them, it seems that Xie Zheng is more afraid of the cold.
Perhaps because of the unpleasant days she spent in exile in her early years, and the chill she caught in the damp and cold south, Song Chunxue felt that Xie Zheng's hands and feet were even colder than hers.
Therefore, Xie Zheng's hands feel cool to the touch, which is very comfortable in the summer.
It was cold, and his hands were especially cold.
"Awake?" Xie Zheng leaned closer to her. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking of ways to warm your hands and feet and force out the cold from your body." Song Chunxue nudged him. "Aren't you going to the yamen today?"
"Let's go later," Xie Zheng calculated the days, "My senior brother might be out of seclusion today."
Song Chunxue opened her eyes. "Shall we go up the mountain today?"
"Tomorrow."
"Why?" Song Chunxue asked, then quickly realized what was going on. "I know, tomorrow it is tomorrow."
Xie Zheng leaned close to her face, "Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know, you go first, I'll be lazy for a while."
I was a little reckless last night, so it's not advisable to go out today.
Song Chunxue got up later than usual today and found that Lord Xie had not left when she came to the outer room.
“If you dawdle any longer, we’ll be late. Although you have the most power now, but…”
"I'm taking leave today," Xie Zheng said, sitting up straight with confidence. "I'm a very competent official, and I've been dedicated to my duties all these years. What's wrong with taking leave once in a while?"
Song Chunxue was amused by his expression. "That's right, that's right. If you don't want to go, just say so."
He just didn't want to go.
I want to spend more time with her and chat casually.
After breakfast, they went to the study, where Xie Zheng explained the poems to her.
At noon, Liu Chunshu came in from outside.
"My lord, someone requests an audience with the Taoist priest."
Song Chunxue put down her book. "Who is it?"
“Yao Man, and that Mrs. Tang,” Liu Chunshu said in a low voice, “they seem to have ill intentions, but they insist on coming in, saying that someone saw the Taoist priest enter the Xie residence yesterday.”
Song Chunxue closed the book and put down the brush.
She smiled, Yao Man.
I never expected her to find her way here.
She even got involved with Tang Yuxiu. It seems she won't need her anymore, so why is she still looking for her?
Could it be that she's trying to use Lord Xie's status to achieve her own goals?
This time, she and Yao Man are going to have a complete falling out.
“I’ll go take a look,” Song Chunxue turned her head, “I’ll trouble Lord Xie to wait for me for a moment.”
“Call me if anything happens,” he said, looking at Wu Bing and Liu Chunshu. “You two go.”
"Okay." Taking them along to boost morale is fine too.
Upon arriving at the front hall, Song Chunxue was quite surprised.
Yao Man dressed very appropriately this time, without being ostentatious at all, and even appeared to be without makeup.
Tang Yuxiu remained as calm and reserved as ever, possessing a deep and calculating mind.
"Sister Song, it's been a long time! You look even more energetic than before, it's really enviable. I even want to start practicing cultivation." Yao Man greeted her familiarly.
Song Chunxue deftly avoided the question, saying, "We haven't seen each other for only two months."
"I heard that Master Song went on a long trip, and two Taoist priests from Xianyun Temple followed you, but only returned with two urns containing ashes? Is that true?"
Tang Yuxiu spoke with hostility from the moment she opened her mouth, pinning the blame on Song Chunxue.
Song Chunxue sneered, "Follow me? Which eye of yours saw that?"
“I went out with a friend, and it’s none of my business where he goes. What you’re saying is utterly unreasonable! Tang Yuxiu, before you accuse me of any crime, make the person who said this come to me in person for a face-to-face confrontation!”
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