Chapter 41 Willfulness
In a blink of an eye, a few months passed. Under the bombardment of Wen Rensu's enthusiasm, the young Ling Zheng quickly let down his guard, developed trust in Wen Rensu, and regarded him as a good friend.
"Xiao Zheng, get up." Wen Rensu stood in front of Ling Zheng's bed, bent down and patted his shoulder.
Feeling the movement, Ling Zheng was sleepy, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "Brother Wenren, I still want to sleep."
"But you haven't finished your private school homework yet, and Madam Jiang asked me to supervise you."
Because she had just woken up, Ling Zheng's face was rosy. Wen Rensu couldn't help pinching it, and it felt as good as ever, like a piece of soft and glutinous dough.
Ling Zheng cried out and pushed the evil hand away: "Why are you just like my mother, always enjoying pinching my face?"
Wen Rensu laughed and forced the powerless Ling Zheng to get up.
Wen Rensu often visited Lingzheng's home and met the parents in Lingzheng's memory.
When you see their looks, you will know that Ling Zheng's beauty is not a sudden change. He inherited the good looks of his parents, and his facial features are even more delicate than theirs.
Ling Zheng's parents are very hospitable. Ever since they learned that Wen Rensu lived alone, they felt very sympathetic towards this younger generation and always invited him to their home for dinner.
After a few visits, Wenren Su was able to have a meal, so he would occasionally hunt some rabbit and venison to use as food expenses.
At the same time, based on the way Ling Zheng's parents walked and their breathing frequency, Wen Rensu judged that they were both martial artists with medium strength.
This shouldn't be possible for those unknown people in the Cliff Valley who were trying to catch ordinary people to succeed. Therefore, Wen Rensu had some thoughts in his mind.
Ling Zheng sat upright on the mat, holding a brush, and doing his homework on the rice paper stroke by stroke.
Wen Rensu sat casually not far away, practicing wood carving with a carving knife in hand. After a while, he noticed Ling Zheng's gaze and looked up, "What's wrong?"
"When are we going to the market?" Ling Zheng asked, blinking his eyes.
Lingzheng's parents are usually busy making a living, and seeing that Wenrensu is a steady and polite person, they are very confident in letting Wenrensu take Lingzheng out to play.
Wen Rensu blew away some sawdust and said, "Finish your homework first and don't get distracted."
Seeing Wen Rensu's leisurely look, Ling Zheng pouted and said, "Help me write it."
Wenren Su's ability to imitate handwriting is very lifelike. After being discovered by Lingzheng, he always begs Wenren Su for help when copying articles for homework.
Wen Rensu was amused: "Last time you said you had too much homework to do, I already helped you. You can't be lazy anymore."
Seeing that Ling Zheng was still in a low mood, Wen Rensu stood up and placed the carved wooden sculpture on the desk, "Here."
Lingzheng's sky suddenly cleared up from cloudy. Wen Rensu would give himself every little thing he carved. He placed them one by one on the small table in the bedroom. There were cute animals and lifelike fruits and vegetables. In a blink of an eye, the table was full.
When I picked it up and looked at it carefully, I found that what was in my hand was a half-shelled peanut with three round and plump peanuts lying inside. I could almost smell the strong scent of oil and earth.
He muttered, "I don't like peanuts. They taste terrible."
Wen Rensu raised his eyebrows slightly, spread his hands and said, "Then give it back to me."
Ling Zheng looked at Wen Rensu's open palm, then at the meticulously crafted peanuts. He quickly took them and ran back to the bedroom. His voice echoed in the air: "You give it to me, and it's mine."
Wen Rensu shook his head helplessly. He never thought that Ling Zheng had such a naughty personality when he was a child. He never reflected on it at all. This was the result of his own spoiling.
For Wen Rensu, the passage of time did not make him feel anxious, so he spent four years in the illusion with great interest, until Ling Zheng's sixteenth birthday.
Ling Zheng at this time has almost reached his real-life appearance. His body has not yet decayed, his complexion is rosy, and his temperament is much simpler.
When Ling Zheng woke up today, he saw a note on the small table: Xiao Zheng, when you wake up, let's go to the place where we first met.
Picking up the note, Ling Zheng's mind was still a little dazed after just waking up, but he had a hidden premonition in his heart.
He casually picked up his coat, paused for a moment, and then put it down for some unknown reason, and found his newly bought lilac-colored robe and put it on.
When he reached the spring, Ling Zheng saw a figure in a green shirt standing there, his black hair like a waterfall. His heart skipped a beat and he called out, "Brother Wenren?"
Wen Rensu turned around leisurely, holding a palm-sized wooden doll in his hand, and said with a faint smile: "Xiao Zheng, you are here."
Feeling the unusual meaning, Ling Zheng hesitated in place, staring at Wen Rensu approaching him step by step with wide eyes. The beat of a drum was like beating against his heart, making his heart pound.
Wen Rensu's eyes were filled with a tenderness that was slightly different from usual, and he slowly opened his lips and said, "Xiao Zheng, I like you."
Ling Zheng was stunned and instinctively took a step back. He had been with Wen Rensu for four years, and he had seen every bit of her care and companionship. He had long considered her a close friend, but he had never imagined that Wen Rensu actually had other feelings for him.
But when he heard the confession, Ling Zheng inexplicably felt that the matter was settled, as if there had been subtle hints in his subconscious mind.
This deviation in understanding made Ling Zheng's mind confused. The word "rejection" was on the tip of his tongue, but his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Finally, he saw the puppet in Wenren Su's hand, which was a smaller version of himself, with a smiling face and full of charm.
I had asked for it for a long time, but Wenren Su refused in a mysterious way, saying that I would receive it one day. So is this something he has been preparing for a long time?
Brother Wenren...
As Wen Rensu watched, Ling Zheng's fingertips touched the puppet, and his expression suddenly froze. The next moment, the surrounding scenery distorted, and a white mist appeared. After a while, Wen Rensu heard familiar words:
"Master Wenren, Xiao Wu had an attack of the parasite in his body and passed out. I was delivering wine to Master Wenren on Xiao Wu's behalf."
Wen Rensu reached out and lifted up the golden mask, his gaze wandering to the little medicine man in front of him. He stared at him for a long time, from top to bottom, making people's hair stand on end.
Feeling this sticky gaze, Ling Zheng's face drooped even lower. From an invisible angle, his brows were furrowed, and a strong sinister look appeared in his eyes.
Wen Rensu leaned forward and made a move that was completely unexpected - he grabbed the little medicine man's hand in the blink of an eye, and with his other hand, he put his arm around his slender waist, and with smooth movements, he held him in his arms.
Ling Zheng: “!!!”
This was far beyond Ling Zheng's tolerance threshold. He hadn't expected that this Wenren Protector was also a lecher. He really lost more than he gained. He didn't even have the ability to deal with him. Could it be...
Ling Zheng's cruel expression flashed across his face. His body trembled slightly as he begged for mercy, fighting for his slim chance of survival. "Master Wenren, Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi is ill. I'm afraid I'll spoil your fun."
Hearing this, Wen Rensu lifted Ling Zheng's chin and looked at his frightened eyes like a little animal, as well as the bright red teardrop mole, which looked particularly bright on this pale face.
Wen Rensu's fingertips caressed the teardrop mole, and he leaned in to kiss the corner of her eye. Ling Zheng closed his eyes tightly, his two small fans fluttering. His hand subconsciously moved to the right side of his waist, but found nothing. His fingertips curled slightly. My sword? ...
Ling Zheng's body shook, and he suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the mask of the person in front of him, and his brows softened.
Wen Rensu hugged Ling Zheng's head and finally kissed his lips, as lightly as a breeze, and the whole illusion disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, Ling Zheng saw many people sitting cross-legged, still trapped in the illusion. In front of the hall was a giant golden incense burner with a stick of incense as thick as two fingers burning on it, and rising white smoke lingered in the air.
Zhuangzi woke from a dream at dawn, and all illusions and worldly affairs were nothing but smoke. Ling Zheng exhaled, feeling the memory withdraw, only the emotion still lingered in his soul, unable to be shaken off.
Presumably, the illusion was the product of this incense stick. After figuring it out, Ling Zheng pursed his lips, turned around and walked out the door. Shi Dong happened to stand up and caught his sight, and then she smiled slightly.
Ling Zheng didn't want to say much to Shi Dong, so he walked out the door first, but unexpectedly he saw the person who made him panic.
He was waiting for himself.
Ling Zheng's emotions were very complicated. He knew that the Wen Rensu in the illusion was not his real self, but why did he appear repeatedly in the world he imagined, and why...
Could it be that I am really moved by Wen Ren Su? However, Wen Ren Su said that this is just the effect of the love poison, I know it clearly, why... Ling Zheng lowered his eyes, covering the darkness in his eyes.
This subtle reaction completely caught Wen Rensu's attention. A barely visible smile appeared on the corner of his lips, which seemed to imply that he was hiding his achievements and fame.
Wen Rensu pulled Ling Zheng and introduced him to Elder Zheng beside him: "This is my junior brother, Jiang Ling."
As soon as Ling Zheng came out of the training room, Elder Zheng immediately noticed this person. Not only was he outstanding in appearance, but he also came out in less than half an hour. His character was excellent.
Seeing Wen Rensu rushing forward, he was even more secretly surprised. Stroking his beard to disguise his feelings, Elder Zheng said with a smile, "Heroes emerge from youth. The disciples of the Wanjun Sect are truly extraordinary."
Hearing the name "Wanjun Sect" again, Ling Zheng glanced at Wen Rensu with his eyes slightly narrowed. Even the turmoil in his heart did not affect his analysis.
Token... Wanjun Sect... Ling Zheng pondered and seemed to have grasped a clue in his mind.
Wen Rensu's eyes met Ling Zheng's, and he quickly looked at Elder Zheng and said with a smile, "I just thought about this. I really troubled Elder Zheng to bring me here."
Elder Zheng patted Wenren Su's shoulder and said, "No, no, Young Master Wenren and Junior Brother Jiang have a deep bond."
After receiving Ling Zheng, Elder Zheng was about to say goodbye. There was still a lot of things he needed to take care of at today's disciple-recruiting meeting.
After Elder Zheng left, Wen Rensu took Ling Zheng's hand, and the palm of his hand conveyed real warmth. Ling Zheng's heart was confused and he instinctively pushed him away.
“…”
Wen Rensu expressed his hurt attitude appropriately, and said aggrievedly: "Ling Zheng?"
Ling Zheng's eyes fell on the ground, "Sorry, can you let me be quiet for a while?" After that, he walked quickly to the front.
His steps were a little chaotic, revealing his state of mind, like a pebble dropped into a calm pond, causing ripples.
Wen Rensu fell behind, and he laughed silently. But his tone was inconsistent with that, with a hint of worry: "Lingzheng, what's wrong with you? Let me take you to see our residence first."
Ling Zheng was now annoyed when he heard Wen Ren Su talking, and the two of them started a fast-paced chase. However, Ling Zheng was still not as tall and long-legged as Wen Ren Su, and could not walk as fast as him.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, Ling Zheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at him resentfully.
Seeing this, Wen Rensu took two steps forward and said softly, "Who bullied my Ling Zheng?"
Faced with his indifferent, gentle attitude, Ling Zheng's eyes felt slightly hot. He had no place to vent his inexplicable emotions, so he could only lie in Wen Rensu's arms and punch him in the chest.
At this moment, Ling Zheng was in tune with the young man in the illusion. He simply enjoyed Wen Rensu's tolerance. Without any calculation or concern, he threw his emotions to the other party without reservation.
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