17 I am a dandy prince
◎Not a great writer◎
"Doctor, how is my Yu'er?" Seeing the doctor coming out, An Lanhui immediately stepped forward and asked.
"It's okay, the prince just has a heart attack due to qi and blood. I'll prepare some medicine for him later. You should pay more attention to your physical and mental health and don't worry too much." The doctor said calmly.
Hearing this, Wen Lanhui's tense body immediately relaxed. She tightly grasped the jade Buddha amulet in her hands and murmured to herself, "Thank God, thank God..."
Marquis Anping, who was standing nearby, immediately relaxed his brows.
However, the dean and Zheng Qiuren on the other side did not relax, especially when they heard about the heavy thoughts, their brows were furrowed, and the dean stroked his beard faster and faster.
The two looked at each other and saw the same worry in each other's eyes.
Zheng Qiuren shook his head to indicate that it was not appropriate to say anything at this time.
Dean Shochiku nodded to show that he understood.
Several people entered Baiyu's room. At this time, Baiyu was lying quietly on the bed with a pale face.
Looking at Bai Yu like this, Wen Lanhui's heart, which had originally calmed down, began to be agitated again: "My Lord, do you think we are putting too much pressure on him? Yu'er has always been in poor health..." As she spoke, tears rolled down her eyes.
Anping Hou's eyes were also slightly red. Hearing this, he said, "Madam, let's not disturb Yu'er here. Let's go out and talk."
Everyone then withdrew.
Outside the door, Zheng Qiuren said to Anping Marquis and his wife Wen Lanhui: "Marquis, Madam, please follow me."
The moment the door closed, Bai Yu, who was still unconscious on the bed, opened his eyes.
He stared blankly at the direction where everyone was leaving. After a while, he said softly, "52, are we really going to do this?"
System 52 in Bai Yu's mind replied, "What do you think? Have you forgotten what you said when I left? I came back to investigate this time, and wow! So amazing, who in the capital doesn't know the reputation of you, the great writer Bai Yu?"
Hearing this, Bai Yu covered her face with the quilt in pain, wailing in her heart: "Wuwuwuwuwuwu, don't talk about this anymore, can't I do it?"
After hearing this answer, System 52 became even angrier. It said, "I'm not trying to harm you. Apart from this method, what other solutions do you have?"
Seeing Bai Yu twisting and turning on the bed, the system sighed deeply. Originally, he was very proud, thinking that he had finally found a big thigh, but it turned out that he had picked up a little ancestor for himself.
After all, they were colleagues that they would be working with for a long time in the future, so System 52 still couldn't bear to do it. It softened its tone and advised softly, "Now everyone in the capital knows that you are a talented person. In the past, you were a playboy, and people thought you were writing books. The only solution now is to leave the capital and go somewhere else, so that people will gradually forget about you."
At this point, System 52's words became lighter, "Who will still remember you after seven or eight years?"
The system continued, "In other places, where you are unfamiliar with the place and no one knows you, you can continue to behave like a dandy and maintain your dandy persona."
Bai Yu lowered the quilt from his face, closed his eyes, and used his mind to talk to the system: "I understand the truth, I just..." Bai Yu recalled in his mind the scenes of coming to this world, the loyal service of the servants and maids around him, the friendly relationship between the students of Songzhu Academy, the hard work of the teachers, the care of the dean, the exhortations of the master, and... and my father and mother...
Feeling that Bai Yu's emotions were fluctuating violently and something was wrong, System 52 said, "Ayu, don't let your emotions get the better of you. You must remember that you are here to fulfill a mission. To you, they are just passers-by!"
"I know, I'm just too happy." Bai Yu retorted. At this moment, his eyes were firm, without a trace of emotion in his mind.
System 52 did not say much about this obvious emotional disguise. This is often the case when newcomers are doing missions. They invest too much emotion and should just visit a few more worlds.
Following Bai Yu's suggestion, the system did not interrupt him and continued, "Tell them about this as soon as possible! The sooner the better. Otherwise, things might change. It's better to leave Beijing as soon as possible."
"I understand." Bai Yu said.
"Don't be too happy too soon. Remember to be firm. If your parents don't agree, we can only sneak away." System 52 said.
"I will try to convince them." Bai Yu said.
After he woke up, the servant beside him told him that someone from the academy had sent a message asking him to rest assured and recuperate at home, and not to rush back to the academy.
So, the next morning, Bai Yu, who had not seen each other for a long time, sat down with Anping Hou and his wife to have breakfast together.
At the dinner table, Wen Lanhui kept picking up food from the white jade bowl with her chopsticks, saying, "Yu'er, eat more. These are your favorites."
Looking at the dishes that were almost piled up in his bowl, Bai Yu had no choice but to look to his father for help. As a result, he ran into Anping Hou, who had a smiling face and also picked up a piece of food from Bai Yu's bowl with chopsticks.
Bai Yu had no choice but to lower her head and eat.
Halfway through the meal, Bai Yu suddenly spoke up: "Mom and Dad, I have something to say."
Wen Lanhui stood up and was calling for the maid to serve a few more dishes. After listening, she said, "Yu'er, go ahead."
Marquis Anping, who was drinking tea nearby, heard this, put down his teacup, and pretended to listen attentively.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Yu said, "I want to leave the capital and go around and have a look..."
"When do we leave?" asked Marquis Anping, picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip.
"We'll set off in a few days." Bai Yu replied.
"Okay, let your mother prepare your luggage for you in the evening. Bring a few more people with you to protect your safety..." Anping Hou had a lot more to say, but in the end he only said one sentence, "Come back early."
Wen Lanhui, who was standing nearby, took the dishes brought by the maid and said to Bai Yu with a smile, "Eat more. You won't be able to eat them later if you want to."
"I got it, Mom." He raised his head and smiled at An Lanhui, then lowered his head and continued to eat his meal obediently.
At the same time, he was talking to System 52 in his mind: "Can you please stop setting off fireworks? They make me dizzy."
"Ayu, this is to celebrate your first step towards success." System 52 said.
"I know, I know..." Although he said this, Bai Yu still felt secretly happy in his heart. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to succeed.
Before he opened his mouth, he did a lot of mental preparation, but he never thought that Marquis Anping and his wife would agree so easily.
It seems that I was overthinking it. It's normal for children to go out for a walk, Bai Yu thought to himself.
So Bai Yu, who was somewhat happy, ignored the slightly shaking hands of Anping Hou when he picked up the teacup, the hoarseness at the end of Wen Lanhui's voice, and the slightly red eyes of the two.
The two of them have loved their children very much since they were young, thinking about what Zheng Qiuren and President Songzhu said.
Marquis Anping and his wife felt a tangled pain in their hearts.
Zheng Qiuren and the others analyzed that Bai Yu had suppressed his personality since childhood, concealed his edge, and experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature firsthand.
Until now, I have become famous overnight. However, after becoming famous, people around me have flocked to me, and they are no longer the same as before. They are respectful, flattering, and worshipful to me... There are thousands of people with different faces.
Even ordinary people couldn't bear it, let alone Bai Yu, who was extremely sensitive to human nature.
The only solution now is to send Yi Baiyu to a strange place, keep him in a strange environment, and make him unknown to anyone, so that he can recover to the way he was before he became famous, so that he can be satisfied.
After hearing these words, the two were still reluctant to leave, but for Bai Yu, they finally had to harden their hearts.
Originally, Marquis Anping and his wife were still a little happy, thinking that perhaps their child was just too happy and would be fine after this period.
I just wanted to delay it and keep the child for a few more days.
After hearing what Bai Yu said, the last bit of luck in my heart is gone. Yu'er herself can't stay any longer, so how can parents like her continue to stand by?
Bai Yu had no idea what was going on in his parents' minds.
At this moment, he lowered his head and ate his meal quickly, thinking about returning to his room early to discuss future plans with the system.
Bai Yu stayed in the room the whole day, not going out of the front door or the back door, discussing future plans with the system wholeheartedly. It was related to the degree of completion of the mission, so he had to be cautious!
Everyone in Anping Marquis's mansion was busy packing Bai Yu's things for his trip.
It was past dusk and the room was already half dark. Bai Yu stood up and lit the candle in the lamp. The soft candlelight quickly dispelled the darkness.
Just when Bai Yun was about to sit down, there was a knock on the door behind him.
Bai Yu went over to open the door in confusion, because he had clearly told the servants not to disturb him.
"Mom, why are you here?" Bai Yu asked puzzled.
"I made a bowl of sweet ball soup and brought it to you." Wen Lanhui put the tray in her hand on the table and said with a smile to Bai Yu who was standing beside her.
I took a light bite and the juice burst in my mouth. It has just the right sweetness, with a thin skin and thick filling.
Bai Yu ate happily and accidentally got some stuffing on her face.
When Wen Lanhui saw this, she hastily pulled out her handkerchief from her sleeve, ready to wipe it off for Bai Yu, but before she could take it out, Bai Yu wiped it off with the handkerchief herself.
Feeling lost, he put the half-pulled handkerchief back into his sleeve.
At this moment, Bai Yu leaned over, preparing to pick up the bowl to drink a sip of soup. Perhaps because she had been eating well recently and had gained some weight, the buttons around her neck were torn. She lowered her head and pulled at the buttonstrings in embarrassment.
Wen Lanhui turned to the maid standing outside the door and said, "Ying'er, go and get the sewing box from my room."
"Mom, there's no need..." Bai Yu was interrupted by Wen Lanhui before she could say anything to refuse.
Wen Lanhui said: "It's okay, I haven't sewed for a long time, Yu'er, please don't dislike me."
"Mom, no." Bai Yu said.
Two figures were reflected in the dancing candlelight. Bai Yu was quietly eating sweet ball soup, while Wen Lanhui was sitting beside her, sewing the rope buckle seriously.
For a moment, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
"Hiss——" A soft cry of pain broke the silence. It turned out that Wen Lanhui accidentally got pricked by a needle and hurt her hand.
Looking at Bai Yu's anxious and inquiring eyes, Wen Lanhui put the bleeding finger in her mouth and shook her head at Bai Yu to indicate that she was fine.
After seeing the blood stop flowing, he lowered his head and started sewing the knot again.
Perhaps to divert Bai Yu's attention, Wen Lanhui said, "I used to read poetry books. I remember it said in the books that reading thousands of books is like traveling thousands of miles. It's good to go out for a walk, but it's not like home outside. You have to pay extra attention to everything, like..."
Warm words kept coming to his ears. Bai Yu stared at the scene in a trance and had no appetite for his meal. Suddenly, a poem came to his mind.
That was a poem that one of his teachers in the Plane Maintenance Department had taught him. He had once looked down upon the poem and even laughed at the poet who wrote it with his friends, saying that the poet was too pretentious.
However, at this moment, he suddenly understood the poet's original feelings. Some words have never been spoken, but they are worth more than thousands of words; some love has never been expressed, but it will never disappear.
Bai Yu stretched out his hands and obediently let Wen Lanhui put on his coat. He lowered his eyes and watched Wen Lanhui carefully tying his rope buckle.
What was that poem?
It seems to be written like this:
[A loving mother sews clothes for her son. She sews them tightly before he leaves, fearing that he will be late. Who says that a son is loyal? He will repay his kindness.] [Note 1]
Looking at Wen Lanhui's receding figure, Bai Yu looked up at the lonely moon hanging high in the sky...
Who says that the grass is grateful? I will repay the kindness of my parents!
【Author’s words】
Note 1: Song of the Wandering Son, author: Meng Jiao
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