It is neither a vague obsession in a secret realm, nor a remnant soul left in the world.
—But living, breathing people.
"Dad, Mom, Uncle Huo."
Compared to Jiang Wuyuan's reserved emotions, Huo Ling was much more enthusiastic: "Father! Uncle Jiang and Aunt Xi! It's been so long since you two have come!"
Jiang Yunsheng quite liked this lively boy and patted Huo Ling on the shoulder: "If I remember correctly, we came here just last month."
"Oh, Uncle Jiang, look at what you're saying. You should live at my house with Aunt Xi every day, so my dad won't feel so empty, lonely and cold all the time."
After saying this, Huo Ling suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
He turned his head shakily and saw Huo Qianshan staring at him with a murderous look.
"Um...no...Dad...you're not feeling lonely or bored, are you? I just wanted you to spend more time with Uncle Jiang and the others."
Xi Yao laughed so hard she covered her mouth.
The Huo family lad is quite interesting; they knew that from the beginning.
She also hoped that her son could play with Huo Ling and get a taste of that kind of lively atmosphere.
Xiao Yuan is a good kid in every way, except that he's a bit too cold-hearted.
Just as she was thinking this, she turned her head and saw Jiang Wuyuan standing alone at a distance, watching.
Xi Yao couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Wuyuan's arm, and dragged him over: "Go and have some fun with Xiao Ling."
...
At dinner time, Jiang Wuyuan finally met the godfather his mother had mentioned.
As expected...
"Oh, everyone's been waiting for me?" Nian Qingfeng, dressed in a floral shirt, fluttered in through the front door like a butterfly.
He raised his hand, took off his sunglasses, and casually tossed them onto the sofa beside him.
"Xiao Yuan! Pour me a cup of tea!"
Jiang Wuyuan's lips twitched as he watched Nian Qingfeng's series of actions.
...I don't know what the point is for this person to wear sunglasses so late at night.
Although he was inwardly complaining, Jiang Wuyuan still skillfully brewed a cup of tea for Nian Qingfeng.
"Mmm, it tastes good."
Nian Qingfeng finished the tea in her cup in one gulp, then turned to discuss some work-related matters with Jiang Yunsheng.
...
Jiang Wuyuan had already learned before he came that there were no alien races in this world.
There is no abyss, no spiritual revival.
There is no path of cultivation.
But such an ordinary life doesn't seem so bad.
In the hall, under the warm, yellowish light, Jiang Wuyuan carefully memorized everyone's expressions.
The men's hearty laughter as they drank, the women's gentle but helpless attempts to dissuade them, and their companions' overconfident attempts to join in the drinking contest.
Jiang Wuyuan raised his wine glass, looked at the slightly yellowish liquid under the light, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
——
If it's a dream.
So he hopes.....
At least, don't wake up tomorrow.
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