Chapter 39 Like
These light words shocked everyone except her. The mysterious woman actually called out Wen Rensu's name!
Hearing her words, Wen Rensu searched his memory, and his narrow eyelids raised, revealing an elusive dark color.
She seemed vaguely familiar. Human memory fades so easily that even after searching, I could only find a vague impression. So, it seemed she wasn't a significant character.
Unaware that Wen Rensu had already heard the story, the mysterious woman smiled meaningfully: "You're a little different than before, but since you can beat Ah Liu, I'm sure it's you."
Without waiting for Wenren Su's response, she winked at Lingzheng and said, "Goodbye, brother Jun," then gave A Liu a look and turned around leisurely.
A Liu received the order, glanced at Wen Rensu, followed the mysterious woman closely, and the two figures gradually went away.
When Ling Zheng heard the three words "Wen Ren Su" from the mysterious woman's mouth, his eyelashes drooped, covering the thoughtful look in his black pupils.
At that time in the Cliff Valley, he had never heard of Wen Rensu revealing his true appearance, but the woman recognized him. Had they met before? What was Wen Rensu's purpose in covering his face?
He shook his head, forcibly interrupting his thoughts. To understand a person is to weave a web of ties within their heart. Being without relatives, friends, or attachments is one's destiny.
Thinking this way, Ling Zheng noticed that the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, which had been warmed by his palm, was emitting a cold and dark light. However, it quietly diluted the alienation in his eyes.
"Shall we continue walking?" Wen Rensu asked when he saw Ling Zheng couldn't let go of the new toy.
Ling Zheng was in a subtle mood. He curled his fingers for a moment and uttered "hmm" in response after a while.
The business on the street was similar. After walking and stopping for a while, I approached the end of the night market street. The lights were still bright, but the number of passers-by gradually decreased.
"Do you want to watch the temple fair in a different way?"
"how?"
Wen Rensu embraced Ling Zheng's slender waist, leaped lightly into the air, and left the long street. Like lovebirds, they both reached the halfway point of the nameless mountain.
Here stands a pavilion with flying eaves, upturned corners, green tiles and stone pillars. It seems to be in a state of abandonment, with spider webs everywhere. A row of granite benches have been built along the inner edge of the pavilion, with a large area of slippery moss spreading from bottom to top.
Wen Rensu picked a banana leaf from nearby, swept the stone bench clean, and invited Ling Zheng to sit down.
After sitting down, Ling Zheng understood what Wen Rensu had just said.
Looking down from afar, the street lights at the foot of the mountain meander like a long, sparkling river, with golden light pouring down upon the world.
The night was hazy, the moon was cool as water. Looking at the boy's delicate profile, his beautiful eyes seemed to be dotted with stars.
Wen Rensu stood not far away, took out a bamboo flute, opened his thin lips, and a melodious flute sound flowed out, like crying and complaining, creating ripples that were quickly blown away by the mountain breeze.
When the second syllable sounded, Ling Zheng's pupils constricted and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. How could this song be so strange?
As the melody rose and fell until it gradually slowed down and became lighter, he finally came out of his stunned state and regained his senses.
After the song was over, Wen Rensu's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. He put away the bamboo flute. He had already noticed Ling Zheng's abnormality and looked away in question.
"How do you know this song?" Ling Zheng asked hesitantly.
Wen Rensu tilted his head slightly, "This is a lullaby popular in the Central Plains."
Ling Zheng was incredibly familiar with this melody; it was a ditty his mother often hummed. He had never heard it sung by anyone else and had initially assumed it was her own creation, but it turned out to be a regional connection. This further confirmed his mother's connection to the Central Plains.
Immediately, Ling Zheng naturally thought: "Are you from Central Plains?"
The slender fingers stroking the bamboo flute paused, and Wen Rensu smiled indifferently: "Not like it?"
When the other party was the guardian of the Cliff Valley, Ling Zheng certainly couldn't believe that he, with such evil aura, was from the Central Plains. In the public's impression, people from the Central Plains belong to the orthodox martial arts and are righteous.
Now, Ling Zheng turned his head and looked again and again, and saw Wen Rensu's half-smile on his face...it was indeed similar.
He is from the Central Plains, and his martial arts are so powerful, so why did he come to the Cliff Valley...
The quiet moonlight lingered between the two of them. Wen Ren Su Fu Shang sat down, interrupting Ling Zheng's thoughts. He raised his hand and gently stroked her porcelain-white face. It felt cool, like touching a piece of cold and lustrous jade, and it felt very good.
Wen Rensu called Ling Zheng's name softly, affection welled up in his eyes, and his hand gradually moved towards the back of his head covered with black hair.
Feeling that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly dangerous, Ling Zheng became alert and stared at the other person blankly, his mind a mess, and the expensive clothes were wrinkled.
Wen Rensu moved closer and closer. In his sight, Ling Zheng's eyes were wide open, like a frightened cat with its fur standing on end. He appeared affectionate on the surface, but in his heart he was wondering when Ling Zheng would push him away.
Suddenly, a faint breeze blew, and Wen Rensu felt two soft pieces of paper against his face. He was startled and blinked.
In Ling Zheng's mind, rejection was inevitable. He could still accept the previous drowning to survive, but he definitely didn't want to talk to Wen Ren face to face for the second time.
But he couldn't refuse directly. If Wen Rensu became upset and suspicious, he was afraid that the love poison would lose its effect.
Ling Zheng kept his expression expressionless, deciding to strike first. This way, he would have the initiative in his hands, and Wen Rensu wouldn't have to ask again and again. After figuring it out, he secretly rejoiced at his own cleverness.
He was clearly prepared, but when he really attached himself to her, he could even see the fine hairs on Wen Rensu's face clearly. Ling Zheng felt extremely awkward, and his heartbeat was gradually accelerating.
Seeing Ling Zheng offering a kiss, no matter what his purpose was, it was beyond Wen Rensu's expectations. He raised his eyebrows slightly, continued to increase the progress of his strategy, and said sincerely with his eyes: "Ling Zheng, I like you."
A trace of struggle flashed across Ling Zheng's eyes, and he finally whispered: "...Me too." As soon as he said that, he seemed to let go of his shame, and his bottom line was quietly lowered a lot.
After this response, Wen Rensu's face was visibly filled with excitement. He stood up suddenly, easily picked up the thin Ling Zheng with both hands, and began to spin around quickly.
Ling Zheng had been maintaining a calm smile, but Wen Rensu's actions startled him and he instinctively grabbed his neck. The wind whistled against his ears, and due to his lack of height, his feet were thrown off the ground.
"Put me down!" Ling Zheng pushed Wen Rensu.
Wenren Su was shameless and said, "No!"
"You're so childish!"
Seeing that Ren Su was still circling, Ling Zheng's mouth curled up quietly and he let out an undisguised laugh with the youthful melody of a teenager.
Wen Rensu accidentally stepped on the banana leaf that was sweeping the dust, slipped, and quickly adjusted his position, falling straight down.
With a "bang", Ling Zheng closed his eyes tightly. The expected pain did not subside, but instead he felt a soft sensation. Ling Zheng moved subconsciously.
"Uh...hiss..."
Hearing the sound of gasps, Ling Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. What came into his field of vision was a magnified image of Wen Rensu's handsome face. The focus was fixed on Ling Zheng's face, and even the lines on his pupils could be clearly seen.
For the first time when they were sober, the two were so close, their hot breaths intertwined and blended, forming an ambiguous signal in the air.
Ling Zheng: “!!!”
Suddenly, I felt a panic in my heart. I struggled to support myself with my hands and tried to get up. I was inevitably pressed down by someone, and then I heard a muffled groan from Wenren Su.
It seemed like something was poking him. Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he thought of something. He glared at Wen Rensu in shock and anger, and just caught the look of Wen Rensu's wandering eyes and a blush on her face.
"You--" Before Ling Zheng could finish his words, Wen Rensu quickly let go of Ling Zheng, stood up, and kept a certain distance from Ling Zheng.
He avoided looking at Ling Zheng again, "I'm sorry."
Was Wen Rensu really that innocent? Before, he had flirted with her with ease, but now, he was as immature as a young boy. The huge contrast made Ling Zheng forget about his embarrassment and instead found it funny.
"What are you sorry for?" Ling Zheng was born with a bad mentality. Once the other party showed weakness, he couldn't resist the urge to tease them.
He walked closer, glancing at Wen Rensu's ears, which were red to the point of bleeding, and said with a smile, "Why are you saying sorry?"
Finally, Ling Zheng almost hugged Wen Ren Su, and his hoarse voice was like a mountain breeze, carrying his light body fragrance, floating in front of Wen Ren Su, "Tell me."
When Ling Zheng and Wen Rensu were only one step away from each other, Wen Rensu raised his dark eyes and stared at the other person. After a long moment, he slowly said, "You're tired. Let's go back."
After that, Wen Ren Su forcibly picked up Ling Zheng and flew down the mountain. Ling Zheng laughed heartily. Perhaps he didn't realize that he was gradually letting down his guard against Wen Ren Su.
The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.
Wenren Su and Lingzheng invited a white-bearded boatman to go boating on the Qingyi River.
The Qingyi River lived up to its name, its color like emerald jade, its waves like flowing light, and the mountain scenery on both sides of the river stretching endlessly. At a glance, there were seven or eight bamboo rafts and boats on the upper reaches of the river, all of them young people and boatmen.
A cool breeze blew, mixed with fresh water vapor. Ling Zheng stood on the boat, took a deep breath, and felt very happy. He glanced sideways and said, "This is my first time riding a boat."
"...Me too." Wenren complained.
Ling Zheng glanced at Wen Ren Su, and the more he looked, the more something seemed wrong. He pulled Wen Ren Su over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Rensu's face turned pale, his eyes unfocused: "I feel a little dizzy."
The boatman next to him heard it and immediately knew what was going on. He rowed the boat while saying, "You're seasick! Hey, little brother, help him up quickly and don't let him fall into the water."
"No, I am a martial artist." Not long after Wenren finished speaking, he ran into a wave with slightly stronger ups and downs. His stomach was irritated, and he staggered a few steps and fell straight to the edge of the boat.
They were only a hair's breadth away from falling into the river. Ling Zheng was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Wen Rensu's hand and pulled it back with all his strength, thus resolving the previous embarrassing situation.
"Wenren Su, sit down." Ling Zheng frowned and ordered.
He really couldn't imagine that Wen Ren Su, a top martial arts master, would also suffer from seasickness. If he really fell into the river, it would be a laughing stock.
Ling Zheng also sat cross-legged. Seeing Wen Rensu's head swaying left and right with the waves, his face becoming increasingly pale, he felt a little upset for no reason.
The boatman turned around and saw this, and enthusiastically shared his experience: "Little brother, let him lean on you, so that his head won't shake around."
Hearing this, Wen Rensu said with eager eyes, "I feel bad." Then he fell into Ling Zheng's arms, his face wrinkled like a bitter melon, his eyes closed. His body temperature was still clearly ironed on his lower abdomen through the cloth.
The boatman watched, unable to push away. Ling Zheng's breathing became disordered for a moment as he tried to explain himself. But he seemed to have forgotten that he had never wronged himself because of other people's gazes.
The scattered black hair brushed against his ankles, bringing a faint itch. Ling Zheng hesitated: "Wen Rensu, are you poisoned or are you seasick?"
Wen Rensu checked his pulse with two fingers and said, "No poison."
Ling Zheng suddenly said, "I shouldn't have thrown away the candied haws yesterday. Maybe eating it would make you feel more energetic."
Wen Rensu curled the corners of his lips: "Maybe he vomited immediately."
Ling Zheng chuckled.
Seeing that the situation had stabilized, the boatman couldn't stop talking and came over to talk: "Are you going to the Qionglin Sect to learn from the disciples? There have been a lot of young people here these past two days."
"Become my disciple?" Ling Zheng pondered, "Master, is the Qionglin Sect's disciple recruitment meeting going on these two days?"
"Yes, don't you know? My lovely granddaughter was taken in by the Qionglin Sect at this time last year." The boatman was beaming with joy. Like every parent, once a certain topic was touched upon, he could hardly restrain the urge to show off.
Ling Zheng knew that the boatman was just using this as an excuse to brag about his granddaughter, so he nodded politely and didn't continue the conversation.
Seeing Ling Zheng's indifference, the boatman smiled awkwardly and asked, "What are you doing going to Qionglin Sect?"
Ling Zheng made up a random excuse: "Visiting a friend."
Unexpectedly, the boatman's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly: "Can you contact your friends?"
Seeing Ling Zheng's puzzled expression, the boatman added, "Until you have mastered martial arts, the Qionglin Sect does not allow disciples to contact their families. Even I couldn't get the doorman to pass a message to my granddaughter."
Although Wen Rensu was seasick, he was still paying attention to their conversation. After hearing the boatman's statement, he sat up with difficulty and asked, "What's your granddaughter's name? What are her physical characteristics?"
He's meddling in other people's business again. Ling Zheng felt a surge of anger. This one was too dizzy to take care of himself, and the other one was trying to be kind. And yet he was still so worried... Bah, I wasn't worried, I just thought it was a bother.
Ling Zheng changed his sitting position and quietly raised one leg, leaving no place to lean on.
Wen Ren Su took a quick glance and then turned his attention back to the boatman.
"My granddaughter's name is Duan Ying. There is a small scar the length of a knuckle on the left corner of her eye. It was caused by a wooden oar when she was following me as a child." The boatman fell into reminiscence, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and wrinkles spread out.
Wen Rensu listened carefully and said, "Okay, then what do you want to say to your granddaughter?"
Hearing this, the boatman's smile gradually faded, and he stammered, "Yingying, Grandpa is feeling a little unwell, and will soon quit his job as a boatman. When will you be home?"
There was an imperceptible tremor in the muddy voice, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves, but the earnest expectation was clearly evident.
Wen Rensu looked carefully and noticed that there was a faint sense of death between the boatman's eyebrows and eyes, but it was covered up by a strong force.
This energy must be to see the determination of the granddaughter, the power of family affection, to force a person to stay at the gates of death.
However, the boatman was powerless to save the situation. His body had become like a bamboo basket, and his life force was the water inside. Even if the boatman added more bamboo strips, it could only slow down the water, not hold it back.
Wenren Su said solemnly, "I'll remember that."
Ling Zheng lowered his head and stroked the wood of the boat, remaining silent.
Half an incense stick later, he reached the shore. Although he could still smell the lingering sound of his brain, his feet were firmly planted on the ground. Wen Rensu breathed a sigh of relief.
This seasickness was no fake; he had no idea he couldn't ride a boat in his current state. It was truly awful. Wenren complained with a wry smile.
Ling Zheng was standing behind him when suddenly a hand patted his shoulder.
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The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I'm still a thousand words short of what I promised, I'll make up for it later
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