Miss Jun actually didn't know why she was crying, but she just wanted to cry.

She didn't think the world was unfair, she just thought her master was unfair.

Why is Master such a person?

Master actually did such a thing?

Being so nice to others but teasing yourself?

Of course, she didn't feel resentment, she just felt aggrieved. But what made her feel even more aggrieved was that she didn't even know her master was such a person.

She had followed her master for six years, but she seemed not to know this man at all.

What's even sadder is that the person she didn't know is dead and she will never see him again, and she can't get to know him even if she wants to.

The sorrow was like a tide that instantly overwhelmed her, a drowning that was impossible to escape.

That kind of sadness was a thousand times more painful than seeing Master’s corpse.

The sadness is inexplicable and makes no sense.

She didn't even think about the reason and just wanted to cry like this.

She has never cried properly, not since she was a child.

He fell from a tree and was made to kneel down by his father. He also lost a tooth while eating candy.

Holding the arm of his master, he left the capital and was thrown into the dark wilderness.

When walking outside and sleeping in the open air, I felt pain all over my body from sleeping on the ground, and was bitten by insects and had snakes crawl into my pants and legs.

I saw my master die, my father and mother die, and even watched myself die.

She didn't cry, and she didn't even feel like crying.

Only that time when the chessboard lanterns at the Lantern Festival were cracked and five thousand taels of silver were lost, did she feel like crying.

Chessboard lantern.

It's all because of him.

Now it's him again.

It's all him.

Miss Jun looked at the young man through tears.

The man, looking up at the sky with an embarrassed expression, was retreating quietly.

"Don't go." she shouted, and rushed forward again, grabbing the young man's arm once again.

The young man wailed.

"What on earth do you want?" he shouted. "You're not after money, or my beauty. You..."

He paused here and then reacted.

"Are you doing this for this person?" he asked, and even as he asked, his eyes were clear.

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded.

Can you tell me about him? How did you meet him? When was it? What did he tell you?

Countless questions came to her mind, but she didn't know how to ask them.

"Did that person also tell you this chess game? But he didn't tell you how to solve it?" the young man asked first.

Miss Jun nodded again, and the tears that had just welled up in her eyes were squeezed out.

The young man laughed dryly.

"I am really in trouble." He muttered, and then he looked calm again. "Miss, I am sorry. I have nothing to tell you about this man. I only met him once. It was a long time ago. If you want to find him, I can't help you."

After he said this, he saw that the girl's face looked even sadder.

Oops, I’m going to cry again.

He wailed in his heart. But this time the girl didn't cry, but looked a little sad.

"No. I'm not looking for him," she murmured.

He could no longer be found.

She just wanted to hear about Master and see how other people saw Master.

Although it may seem meaningless, people don't always have to do meaningful things.

"Anyway, no matter why, I can't help you. I only met him once and we exchanged a few words." The young man said, probably understanding what he meant.

Master is often like a mysterious dragon that is only seen from the head but not the tail, which is also very normal. Many people only meet Master once.

This is not surprising, Miss Jun nodded without saying anything.

Seeing her speaking the truth, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really, I don't even know his name, who he is, or what he does, if it weren't for..." he said, raising his eyebrows and spreading his hands, then paused.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Because something happened that day that was important to me, I remember it very clearly. Otherwise, I wouldn't remember him," said the young man.

If something leaves a deep impression on you, you will remember more clearly the people and events involved when it happened. This is normal.

But Miss Jun still saw a very strange expression flash across his face, as if he was embarrassed.

It seemed that the incident was something that embarrassed him.

But if it has nothing to do with the master, then it has nothing to do with her. She is not interested in caring about what unforgettable things have happened to others.

"…Actually, I really don't remember. I had completely forgotten about it. It was only when I suddenly saw the lantern in Yangcheng that I remembered it." The young man continued, and patted his chest again, "I really didn't lie to you."

Miss Jun hummed, lowered her eyes, and loosened her grip on his arm.

The young man's whole body relaxed.

"Miss, did that guy deceive you?" He couldn't help laughing. He must have fooled the girl into thinking that ridiculous chessboard was a rare treasure. "Don't worry about it. It's obvious that the guy is not a serious person."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are not a serious person." Miss Jun interrupted him, very dissatisfied, "If you don't know him, don't talk nonsense."

The young man curled his lips.

“Even if the solution to that chess game is a little weird, it is still a very ingenious chess game,” said Miss Jun.

No matter how exquisite it is, it's still just a pig. The young man grinned and then quickly stopped smiling.

"Yes." He said seriously.

Miss Jun looked at him without saying anything, holding her hands in a daze.

"Miss, although it's a coincidence that we met, and it's a coincidence that I met you and the people you know, there are so many coincidences in this world." The young man said tentatively, "It's nothing special, so why don't we just let it go and let the mountains and rivers remain unchanged forever. Can I go now?"

After hearing his incoherent words, Miss Jun put her hand on her face, feeling that she had gone too far in losing her composure today.

"What's your name?" she asked after thinking for a moment.

Maybe Master has mentioned this before.

The young man did not evade the question and smiled heartily when he heard it.

"I will not change my name or surname." He said, and Miss Chongjun clasped her fists, "Lingjiu."

After he finished saying this, the girl did not return the greeting, or sign up or call him "Young Master".

She looked at him with a strange expression.

"Why are you called Lingjiu?" she said.

The young man's heart thumped as if the mountain had collapsed again.

Why are you asking why again?

It would have been fine if I had asked her why she was an idiot before, but why did she have to ask why now?

What the hell is going on? What is wrong with what he said?

Isn't this a bad name? He wailed in his heart.

Why is it never-ending?

Lei Zhonglian couldn't help but glance at Miss Jun.

If the reason why I questioned the idiot before was because I was the one being scolded, then it is a bit unreasonable to question why he is called that name now.

Of course, even a fool would know that the name the young man gave was definitely not his real name. He met him by chance in the world and they had a grudge against each other the day before and a grudge against each other the day before, so how could he possibly give his real name?

So is she now questioning the fake name he gave?

See things clearly but don't speak them out, leave some room for error when doing things so that you can meet again in the future. This is a very simple truth that everyone knows.

Miss Jun would know this.

Otherwise, she would not have been so determined to force the Yan family to surrender, and she would not have easily accepted the Yan family's apology.

Or maybe she was simply asking why he was called Ling Jiu?

Of course there is a reason why a person is named what he is.

For example, his name is Lei Zhonglian because his ancestor’s surname was Lei, Zhong means he is in the middle, and Lian means his mother was practicing lotus when he was born.

For example, someone's name was obtained from seeing a dog or a cow on the road, so he was called Gousheng or Da Niu.

Of course, the names of Miss Jun and Master Fang are more particular.

However, asking about the origin of someone's name is something that only people who are very familiar with each other or have a good relationship with them would do.

Has it come to this between them?

The young man raised his head and smiled at Miss Jun.

"Because I am the ninth child in my family," he said, "my last name is Ling, so I call you Lingjiu. It's very crude, I'm sorry to embarrass you, young lady."

Miss Jun looked at him thoughtfully.

"I see." She said, "This is how Ling Jiu came."

The young man kept smiling at her, his white teeth shining.

"What else?" he asked.

Otherwise she would have thought it was just another coincidence.

Miss Jun looked at him.

Because she once called him Ling Jiu.