Xiao Wujie left Lingnan three days later.
Because the day before they left was Xiao Qianshan's 90th birthday.
The Xiao family's old mansion was rebuilt at lightning speed. That night, the old mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. There were no outsiders. The Xiao family members, along with Chu Liyue, gathered together to celebrate his ninetieth birthday.
This is the best birthday celebration Xiao Qianshan has had in twenty years.
Three generations of a family, not a single one was left out.
The lost child returns, and one's own misfortune turns into good fortune.
Throughout his life, few birthdays have left a more profound impression on him than this one.
The birthday banquet lasted from 6 p.m. until late into the night.
The three Xiao brothers got very drunk. Xiao Qianshan couldn't drink for the time being, so Lao He took his place. In the end, he had to be carried out. He didn't recover until Xiao Wujie left.
The Xiao family's private airport was packed with all of the Xiao family's direct descendants.
Xiao Qianshan is already able to walk, holding a cane and being supported by Lao He, and his figure does not show any signs of old age.
Xiao Yuxuan, Xiao Linzui, and the others stood beside him, all looking at Xiao Shuihan in front of them with unreadable expressions.
Xiao Wujie had already said goodbye to Xiao Qianshan and the others, leaving only Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan who were the most reluctant to part.
Luo Yilan, dressed in a purple trench coat, stood tall and elegant, her hands in her coat pockets, her gaze towards Xiao Shuihan lifeless.
Xiao Shuihan was pressing on Xiao Wujie's shoulder, her eyes reddening, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with emotion, yet she still insisted on explaining everything in detail:
"Son, my good son, when you get to the capital, you must listen to Li Yue and pay more attention to keeping warm and taking care of your health."
“When you have free time, make a video call to me and your mom. We definitely miss you.”
“You must inform your mother and me if anything happens. Don’t keep it from us just because it’s far away.”
"Also, we've found you, so don't let yourself be fooled into having any godparents!"
...
Behind Xiao Wujie, Lu Zhufeng's face was tense, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Anyone who didn't know the situation would definitely think that one of them was going to leave today.
Luo Yilan couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she pushed him away and wiped away his tears: "Alright, our son is just going back to the capital for treatment, don't make it sound like a life-or-death separation."
"How could you do that in front of a group of younger people?"
Xiao Shuihan was pulled back by Luo Yilan, and stopped trying to pull Xiao Wujie away. She then leaned on Luo Yilan's shoulder and continued to cry.
no way.
His son is so well-behaved and considerate, even more lovable than a little cotton-padded jacket, he can't help but love him!
Who can blame him for being so naturally charming and sensual!
Xiao Wujie blushed at Xiao Shuihan's actions, but he couldn't bear to push him away, so he could only let Xiao Shuihan hold him and cry.
For a moment, he even had the illusion that his illness was incurable.
This parting will last for years, and we will never meet again.
Luo Yilan walked helplessly to Xiao Wujie, reached out to straighten his collar, and gently stroked his thin face.
Although her eyes revealed reluctance, her face wore a gentle smile: "Sweetie, your dad has said everything he needed to say."
"Don't worry about getting better. We'll arrange things here and come to the capital to see you right away."
After speaking, she slightly raised her chin and gestured for Xiao Wujie to board the plane.
Xiao Wujie's eyes flickered slightly. He opened his arms, bent down slightly, and embraced her.
Luo Yilan looked pleased and patted his back gently: "Sweetie, take care of yourself. Go on."
After saying that, she released her arm and gently lifted Xiao Wujie's arm, signaling him to leave.
"Ah Lan, wait, I haven't hugged my son yet!"
Xiao Shuihan’s urgent voice rang out, but before he could act, his collar was suddenly grabbed from behind.
He turned around and met Xiao Yuxuan's cold, hard face.
"Haven't you hugged him yet?"
"Didn't your nephew almost suffocate from being held so tightly?"
"At the farewell ceremony, your sister-in-law, as the mother, did nothing, but you, as the father, cried your eyes out. Didn't you think we were sending you off to your funeral tomorrow? Do you even know the meaning of the word 'shameful'?"
He held Xiao Shuihan firmly by the collar to prevent him from going forward, and looked at Xiao Wujie, a rare smile appearing on his usually cold and stern face: "Good boy, go ahead."
Xiao Wujie nodded slightly, glanced at Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan one last time, waved to them gently, and then turned around and was put on the plane by Chu Liyue with her arm around his waist.
Behind him, Xiao Shuihan's heartbroken voice echoed.
"Son, remember what your father said!"
"Get well soon, listen to Liyue, and make the video call..."
...
On the plane, Xiao Wujie leaned against Chu Liyue's chest, his clear and captivating gaze fixed on the landscape of Lingnan unfolding before his eyes like a scroll painting, causing a slight daze to appear in his eyes.
My trip to Lingnan was incredibly rewarding, and now that I'm leaving, I feel a strange sense of unreality.
He felt a soft, smooth touch on his waist. Chu Liyue gently pinched his waist with her fingers. Xiao Wujie turned to look at her, and she leaned forward and lightly touched Xiao Wujie's lips.
"I'll bring you back often from now on."
Xiao Wujie leaned his head on her shoulder and nodded slightly.
He can come to Lingnan and return to the Xiao family. Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan can also come to the capital to see him.
What was once an unattainable dream, he now truly possesses.
As long as he can live, everything will be better.
After confirming that Xiao Qianshan was alright, Yun Mo and the others had already returned to the capital. At this time, only he, Xiao Wujie, and Chu Liyue were on the plane, and Lu Zhufeng was a little bored.
He looked at the jade stone that Xiao Wujie wore day and night, and suddenly asked, "You pretentious thing, have you regained any feeling of your special abilities?"
Xiao Wujie's gaze flickered slightly, then he lowered his long eyelashes and shook his head gently.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but rub his chin, his eyes filled with suspicion: "This thing can't be fake, right? It's been hyped up so much, and a bunch of people are protecting it like it's a precious gem, how come it has no effect at all?"
Xiao Wujie's expression remained unchanged as he replied in a low voice, "Nothing could be that miraculous; it will probably take more time."
Lu Zhufeng scratched his head, looking somewhat dejected. He and Chu Liyue had almost both given up for this thing, so why was the result so unsatisfactory?
However, fearing that Xiao Wujie would be upset, he still waved his hand to comfort him, saying, "Don't overthink it. I was just asking, what about us?"
"Whether it recovers or not, there's no rush."
Xiao Wujie looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say anything more.
Chu Liyue took this scene in stride without saying anything.
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