Chapter 107 Last Birthday
After dinner, Yang Liushi went back to her room to practice piano and read.
A fox has such artistic pursuits. It can only be said that there are many wonders in the world.
As for Liang Qin, who was still unaware of Yang Liushi's "good intentions", the servant said that she had returned to the Liang Mansion. She must have been very angry.
Wei Changtian did not go to comfort his childhood sweetheart. After assigning the training task to Ah Chun, he returned to his room and prepared to sort out the things he needed to do in the near future.
Candles were lit in the spacious inner room, and many of his belongings from his room in Wei Mansion were placed everywhere.
These were probably brought from the capital by Yuan'er so that she could adapt to the new environment as quickly as possible.
However, no matter how familiar the environment is, it is not that noisy courtyard.
Huh? Am I considered a homeowner now?
Wei Changtian smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that the things he had dreamed of in his previous life were now so easily available.
In his previous life, he was born into a not-so-wealthy family. His parents worked hard for most of their lives, but the rate of wage growth could never keep up with the housing prices, so they were unable to raise enough money for the down payment on a house for their son who worked in a big city.
But Wei Changtian's girlfriend at the time was putting too much pressure on him, so the old couple finally decided to sell the house they lived in. Even if they had to rent a house, they had to support their son in buying a house first.
After Wei Changtian learned about this, he did not hesitate at all and asked his girlfriend the question he had asked countless times before for the last time -
Can't get married without a house? The girlfriend replied: No room for negotiation, I still want a betrothal gift of 200,000 yuan.
Wei Changtian nodded: Break up.
My girlfriend, whom I had been dating for more than two years, started dating a local colleague within a month... This is another story and I won't talk about it anymore.
Before traveling through time, he was unable to own a house, and after traveling through time, Wei Changtian has been living in the Wei Mansion and has not "set up his own business."
But now everything is different.
Not only did the portal become "independent", it also meant that in the future... at least during the three years of exile, there would be no Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen to support me.
Although he was still standing under the shade of the big tree of the Wei family, in this Shuzhou city far away from the emperor's feet, most people probably only knew him as the Wei Changtian who "killed the prime minister", but did not know that he was the Wei Changtian who was "the only son of the Wei family".
Everything depends on yourself.
Stretching, Wei Changtian was just about to call Zhang San in to discuss some serious matters.
But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly froze.
What date is today?
October 15th of the lunar calendar?
Shit! It’s my birthday!
It’s not the previous owner’s birthday, but my own birthday… If I hadn’t traveled through time, I would probably be eating birthday cake with a few friends at this moment.
Well...it could also be with a new girlfriend.
My parents must have sent me a WeChat message early in the morning, and the content was nothing more than "My son has grown another year older, and I love you forever."
Then each person will transfer a 200 yuan birthday red envelope to himself.
Alas, I have graduated for several years...
By the way...why don't you do something to commemorate this special day?
There is definitely no cake, but it should be fine to make a steamed cake or a big steamed bun.
There are candles, too.
only……
A scene from the underworld of "three white candles stuck on a big steamed bun" suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately rejected the idea.
If nothing else, singing a birthday song to yourself? That's a bit too sad...
Forget it! Forget it!
What a shitty birthday!
Wei Changtian finally abandoned these messy thoughts, took a deep breath and shouted to the outside: "Zhang San!"
…
"Sir."
When Zhang San came in, Wei Changtian had returned to normal.
He sorted out his thoughts and said slowly, "There are a few things I want you to do, but we don't have the manpower right now. Please write them down for now. Someone from the Freemasonry will come from the capital later, and you can make the arrangements then."
"I understand."
Zhang San nodded, and then heard Wei Changtian say one by one:
"First, I want to know the whereabouts of Chu Xianping, whom I met at Xuan Jingsi today. Where he went, who he met, and what he did. As long as he doesn't find out, the more detailed the better."
"Second, I plan to dig a few secret rooms in this house, as well as tunnels leading directly to the outside. Find someone to come and see how to design it."
"Third, we need to find out the situation of all the residents around us, especially the widowed mother and son next door."
"Fourth, help me prepare some generous gifts. I will go to Tianluo Sect in a few days. Hmm... I will also find out about the situation of Tianluo Sect. A rough overview is fine."
"Remember it?"
“I remember.”
Zhang San remembered the principle of "nothing is too small" that Wei Changtian had said before, and did not agree immediately. Instead, he thought for a while before saying, "Sir, I can't do the first and third things by myself for the time being, but the second and fourth things are no problem."
"Okay, then you can do these two first, and we can deal with the rest when we have enough manpower."
"Yes, sir."
Zhang San bowed and accepted the order: "Do you have any other instructions?"
"No more... Wait a minute, there's one more thing."
Wei Changtian smiled and said, "Go get a jar of wine."
…
After one stick of incense.
No cake, no birthday song, no relatives or friends.
Wei Changtian just leaned against the open window, drinking alone.
Although winter has arrived, Shuzhou does not freeze even at the coldest time of the year, so tonight's night is not too cold, and the gentle evening breeze is just right.
This window faces the front yard of the house. Yang Liushi's room is just diagonally opposite, and the sound of a piano can be faintly heard from it.
And Yuan'er, who seemed to have nothing to do, was sitting under the eaves in a daze and singing a little tune to the sound of the piano.
The two are not very clear, but they correspond to each other from a distance, one in the east and the other in the west.
When the sound of the piano is high, the singing becomes low.
When the singing voice is far away, the sound of the piano is near.
But whether it is the sound of the piano or the singing, there is a strong sense of homesickness.
Damn, it's OK that Yuan'er is homesick, but why would Yang Liushi play this kind of music? That's not right either. Although she's a fox, she also has relatives in her hometown.
Or is it more appropriate to say "kiss the demon"? Unconsciously, Wei Changtian's mind had begun to become a little confused, as if he was drunk.
In fact, it is very difficult for cultivators to get drunk after they have reached a certain level.
But sometimes being drunk or not is not just about how much alcohol you drink.
This is what it means when people get drunk not because of wine but because of themselves.
I drink the cup alone, lifting the pot and pouring it out.
I drank one cup after another, and I didn’t know how long I had been drinking. Before I knew it, Yang Liushi appeared by my side.
She didn't ask anything, and just silently accompanied Wei Changtian to drink for a long time, until the latter drunkenly pointed at the full moon hanging in the night sky.
"Do you know what's on there?"
"How would I know?"
Yang Liushi held her chin with one hand, looked at the full moon and then at Wei Changtian, and it took a long time before she got an answer.
"Nothing."
"But doesn't the book say there are fairies on the moon?"
"There's no such thing as a fairy. It's a lie."
Wei Changtian fell into Yang Liushi's arms with a plop, and asked dazedly, "Do you know why the moon waxes and wanes?"
Yang Liushi gently hugged Wei Changtian and asked softly, "Why?"
"because……"
Wei Changtian buried his face in something soft and spoke in a muffled voice.
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you."
“…”
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled.
"Sir, do you miss the capital?"
"I am thinking about the Earth..."
"Earth?"
“…”
This time, Yang Liushi waited for a long time but there was no further news. When she listened carefully, she found that Wei Changtian had fallen asleep.
She was afraid that Wei Changtian would catch a cold, so she wanted to close the wooden window with a helpless look.
At this moment, a sentence came from my arms intermittently.
"But, I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart..."
“…”
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, and her eyes stayed on the full moon for a long time.
"Sir, from now on, I will drink with you on this day every year..."
"I don't want to drink anymore..."
Wei Changtian muttered in his sleep:
"I was drunk only once..."
(End of this chapter)
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