Chapter 54 Good Things Are Coming (Part 4) Play with Him.
What does it mean? What does it mean?
Ye Mu's usually quick-witted mind seemed to be frozen in place by those words, unable to move.
The Buddha is before him? Is he saying that she is the Buddha before him?
The thought startled her so much that her heart pounded and her ears rang. All the previous witty exchanges, probing, and circling around were cleaved apart by those five short words.
The snow fell silently outside the window.
Only her own heartbeat could be clearly heard in the silence.
a long time.
It was only after the steam from the tofu pudding in the bowl had almost dissipated that she seemed to awaken from a long dream. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she scooped up a spoonful of sweet tofu pudding, but she didn't put it in her mouth. She just stared blankly at the spoon, slowly raising her eyes, "Master, have you returned to secular life?"
Otherwise, how could one no longer have Buddha in their heart?
"Um."
Xie Yicheng remained calm. Seeing that the tofu pudding was about to fall, she turned her head and, using the wooden spoon that Xie Yicheng was still holding in mid-air, lowered her head slightly and put the spoonful of sweet tofu pudding that Xie Yicheng had scooped up into her mouth.
"Sweet flavors are delicious."
He spoke casually as he got up and tidied up the few pieces of clothing in the closet.
Ye Mu stared at his empty spoon, his fingertips tingling slightly, but he could no longer suppress the laughter that followed. "So you're not a monk anymore?"
"Um."
Is it because of me?
He didn't answer, but she seemed a little smug and asked again, "You were happy when I said those things on stage, weren't you?"
"What do you mean?" He turned to the side, tidying up by the tatami mat, his tone indifferent.
Ye Mu was no longer afraid of him.
She stood up, and with a light leap, jumped onto his back like a raccoon, hooked her arms around his neck, and gently pinched his reddened earlobe with her fingertips. "Xie Yicheng, stop pretending."
Xie Yicheng was startled by her sudden attack and almost dropped the scripture in his hand.
He subconsciously lowered his back slightly, tensing his back muscles to support her. "Get down, don't hurt your other leg."
"No." Ye Mu pressed her advantage, wrapping her arms tighter, her cheek pressed against his neck, feeling the warm pulse of blood beneath his skin. She persisted, "When I called your name in front of everyone... here..."
Her fingertips gently touched his heart.
"Did you jump very fast? Were you very happy?"
She wanted to hear it with her own ears; she wanted him to admit it.
"You come down first."
"You go first."
Xie Yicheng finally gave in, letting out a sigh of laughter from her chest, "Happy."
He stopped trying to get her down and instead, while she was still in that position, carefully placed the scrolls of scriptures he was holding into the bundle spread out to the side. His free hand then steadily supported her knees, carrying her more comfortably on his back.
"What makes you so happy? Tell me."
"How so?"
"Say what you think."
"I can't explain it either."
"Buddha commands you to speak," Ye Mu threatened him, but her tone was unconsciously coquettish. "If you don't speak, Buddha will punish you."
Xie Yicheng felt a little itchy from her breath and was amused by her childlike mischief. He wanted to put her down first, but she wouldn't let go. She kept swinging her legs and playing around, and in the process, he tripped over a low stool, and the two of them fell backward together.
"ah!"
Amidst the gasps, Xie Yicheng shielded her, his back landing first on the hard meditation bed with a dull thud, while Ye Mu fell flat on her face in his arms, held firmly by his arms, and was not hurt.
The meditation mat was narrow, and the two of them fell down together.
The room fell silent instantly, with only their slightly hurried breathing remaining.
Ye Mu tried to get up by supporting herself on her arms, but her palms were pressed against his firm chest, and she could feel his steady heartbeat even through the fabric.
Did he also jump this fast at the Dharma assembly yesterday?
A more presumptuous thought took root in her mind. But the clothing between them was ultimately just scratching the surface; her eyes shone brightly, "I can..."
Ye Mu leaned down and whispered in his ear.
As she spoke, her soft lips brushed against his earlobe, and Xie Yicheng felt a blush creep up his ears as he listened to her bold words.
Before he could speak, Ye Mu had already delivered his verdict: "Whether you agree or not, this is Buddha's punishment for you."
Who made him stammer?
Before he could agree, Ye Mu felt a real heartbeat beneath his palm.
Bang, bang, bang... powerful and swift, completely different from those weak scholars.
But inevitably, when she moved her palm, she touched her heart.
Both of them trembled.
Ye Mu was stunned at first, but then curiosity completely overwhelmed his shyness, and he became interested.
She looked at Xie Yicheng's flushed face and said, "Master, I'm so sorry, so sorry."
Yet he harbored no remorse whatsoever, and acted unilaterally according to his own will without any hesitation.
The texture is subtle.
"Ye Mu".
Xie Yicheng grabbed her wrist. His eyes were like a deep, cold pool, but a faint blush rose on his handsome face, spreading from his cheekbones to his ears.
He would blush, his eyes looking both fierce and helpless.
Ye Mu found it extremely fun.
Not only did she fail to break free, but he also allowed himself to be captured, his fingertips becoming even more unrestrained.
"Ye Mu".
"What's wrong, Master?"
"Stop playing."
“Don’t play anything,” she said deliberately. “I didn’t play anything either.”
She saw his Adam's apple bob up and down.
Ye Mu smiled, her eyes sparkling. "You're holding me so tightly, do you want me to advance or retreat?"
She's so naughty.
Xie Yicheng could hardly resist the temptation she was now unaware of. Her clothes were loose, and her collar had slipped open, making her look dazzlingly white in the dim light.
Years of strict rules were ingrained in his bones, an instinctive restraint, "Ye Mu".
But her voice was slightly hoarse, yet she was already moved.
"You can play with mine too," Ye Mu said with a smile. "Do you dare, Master?"
She dragged him from the lotus seat before the Buddha into this ten-foot-long, soft red space. Her first step was to peel away that solemn facade and force him to confront the seven emotions and six desires flowing through his own flesh and blood.
He is not a clay sculpture, nor is he a heartless plant.
He is a human being, and humans have desires.
A moment later, Xie Yicheng suddenly tightened his grip on her wrist, pulling it inward sharply, while at the same time, he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
Ye Mu felt a brief dizzying sensation as the roof beams and window frames rapidly shifted in his vision before he collapsed onto the meditation bed.
He half-supported himself on top of her, and their positions were completely reversed.
Their eyes met, their breaths almost touching.
A faint blush appeared at the corners of his eyes.
Ye Mu's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound even faster, not out of fear, but out of smug pride.
Look, he's struggling, struggling for her.
However, no further chaos occurred. Xie Yicheng stared at her for a long time, his eyes surging with emotion, but he ultimately suppressed it.
Xie Yicheng released his grip on her wrist and instead reached for her slightly open collar, gathering it tightly to cover the dazzling expanse of white skin.
"If you misbehave again, I'll throw you into the back mountain."
Ye Mu lay beneath him, looking up at him as he was still breathing heavily, his ears burning red. She couldn't help but chuckle softly; she was fearless.
She was certain he wouldn't dare.
It wasn't that he was afraid to get close, but rather that he dared not truly let himself indulge in it, dared not cross the high wall built by twenty years of strict rules and regulations, even though the wall was already crumbling in his heart.
He had been bound by discipline for too long, which had long suppressed his desires as a man.
Ye Mu even felt that he might not do it either.
As for matters between men and women, although she had experience in her past life, all that remained for her was discomfort, with no rules to follow, let alone any appreciation of their true essence.
As for him, a man who had just taken off his monk's robes and returned to secular life, he was probably even more clueless about this path, like a blank sheet of paper, and not much better than her.
Judging from his state just now, he might need her, a "half-baked" person, to guide him on this matter in the future.
Just then, a crying voice came from outside the door, "Senior brother, senior brother, Senior Brother Wen Kong, are you inside?"
It is autumnal.
Upon hearing the sound, Ye Mu instinctively tried to sit up to see what was happening. Although her clothes were neatly arranged, her hair was slightly loose, her cheeks were still flushed from the earlier playfulness, and her eyes were still misty with a layer of lingering moisture. She exuded an unconscious charm.
Xie Yicheng's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his eyes suddenly darkening, but he forcefully pressed down, his arm sweeping across her face, blocking her without a word.
"Don't come out here, I'll go."
After saying that, Xie Yicheng quickly stood up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and the ripples in his eyes disappeared, returning to his calm and indifferent state.
The wooden door opened and closed, letting in a gust of cold wind and shards of snow.
The young novice monk Qiu Jing's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears still clung to his face. He clutched a worn-out blue cloth bag tightly in his hand. When he saw Xie Yicheng, he cried even harder, "Senior brother, the abbot told me to give this to you..."
He stuffed the money bag into Wen Kong's hand. The cloth bag sagged in his hand, and inside, besides the broken silver and copper coins, there were probably a few ingots of silver.
"The abbot said that after deducting the temple's public expenses over the years, what's left is what you're entitled to; he's been saving it up for you for a while now..."
Qiu Jing looked up, her face streaked with tears, "Senior brother, are you really not going to be a monk anymore?"
Xie Yicheng nodded, took out a silver ingot from his purse, and gave it to Qiu Jing, saying, "Buy some good food."
"Why didn't you become a monk, senior brother?" Qiu Jing took the document and cried even harder. "You were such a good monk. You were the best at preaching, and you wrote the most beautiful calligraphy. Even the abbot said you had the most wisdom. You will definitely become the abbot in the future! I was thinking that when you become the abbot, I would try my best to become the head monk. I would follow you for the rest of my life."
"It's my fault for letting you down."
Qiu Jing sobbed again, "Senior brother, what will happen to your little disciple? Now that you're gone, who will she learn Buddhism from?"
"Don't worry about it."
“Brother, you’ve hardened your heart since you stopped being a monk,” Qiu Jing sobbed. “Everyone says Buddha is compassionate, but have you completely abandoned us?”
"Each has their own destiny."
Ye Mu, who was inside the house, wanted to laugh when she heard this.
"Why don't we have her acknowledge me as her master?" Qiu Jing wiped away her tears. "Although I don't know as much as my senior brother, I can still pass on my understanding of Buddhism to her."
"..."
That's wishful thinking.
"I won't abandon her, don't worry," Xie Yicheng said, then offered a well-intentioned reminder, "Your experience is still shallow and your cultivation is not yet solid. Don't be too eager to take on disciples. It would not be beneficial for either you or her."
When he met Ye Mu, he was younger than Qiu Jing is now.
He offered a few more words of comfort. In the distance came the first bell tolling, a long and steady sound summoning the monks to work. Qiu Jing was about to leave. "Brother, I'm going to fetch water. If I want to see you in the future, where can I find you?"
Xie Yicheng wanted to say Xie Mansion, but then thought better of it, since home was still uncertain.
He waved his hand, "Focus on your cultivation, I will come to see you."
He always lies in different ways; it's his usual trick. Ye Mu has suffered greatly from it and has long seen through it. Xie Yicheng will probably never set foot here again.
Qiu Jing believed it.
The little monk's worries came and went quickly. With this promise, he felt as if he had found a place to rest. His crying gradually stopped, and although his eyes were still red, most of the sorrow on his face had dissipated. He nodded vigorously, hugged the silver ingot, and walked away, looking back every few steps.
This inexplicably reminded Ye Mu of himself when he was seven years old, thinking that he would see Wen Kong again when he came back, but he ended up waiting for eight years.
If he wants to deceive people, he can pretend very well.
Ye Mu pursed her lips slightly, but now she wouldn't fall for it again.
Wen Kong took the money pouch back into the house.
Ye Mu said, "I thought Master wouldn't accept this money."
In the past, whenever he had extra money, he would give it away to vagrants and beggars, as if money were something too hot to handle, something he couldn't keep and didn't want to keep.
"Now that I've entered the secular world, I can't ignore these mundane things," Xie Yicheng said frankly.
If he is really kicked out of the Xie family, this money will at least give him a place to stay temporarily.
There weren't many things, and they were all packed up in no time.
But this little house holds too many memories. Ye Mu stroked the old table by the window, her eyes filled with reluctance.
This place holds everything from Master's past, and also everything from Wen Kong.
Once outside the mountain gate, the sound of emptiness vanished.
Many oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages were already parked outside the temple gate. It was still early, and believers and pilgrims were still offering incense and praying to Buddha in the temple. The drivers gathered in twos and threes to chat.
Upon seeing people coming out of the temple, they all rushed up to solicit business.
Ye Mu originally wanted to choose a cheap oxcart, but Wen Kong had already hired a horse-drawn carriage. The carriage was lined with a worn blue cloth quilt; it was not luxurious, but it was clean and spacious.
"Master, why waste so much money?" Ye Mu said in a low voice while sitting in the carriage. "There will be many more places to spend money in the future."
"The carriage is more stable and warmer."
He remembered that when she arrived in the morning, her cheeks were flushed red from the wind.
The carriage swayed gently as it drove away from the mountain gate. Ye Mu looked back and saw the temple's outline gradually disappearing into the morning mist.
"Is Master going back to the Xie residence next?"
Wen Kong nodded, his gaze falling on her face. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Have I never told you why I became a nun?"
Ye Mu was slightly taken aback.
The pinky promise we made when we were seven years old has been hanging in the sands of time, and only now, with his open confession, has it truly been made.
Xie Yicheng, the eldest son of the Ninth Master of the Xie family, is the fourth among his generation in the clan, hence he is also known as the Fourth Master.
Hearing this, Ye Mu couldn't help but smile. "What a coincidence. I am Xiao Si Niang and you are Xiao Si Ye. It sounds like a couplet from a play."
Xie Yicheng smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes. "But since the year I was born, the men in the clan have been dying one after another. Before they are forty, they will all suffer a violent death. At first it was my eldest uncle, my second uncle, and all my uncles... Later it spread from the direct line to the collateral branches. In just ten years, more and more memorial tablets have been added to the Xie family ancestral hall."
Ye Mu's smile froze, and his face turned solemn.
"They consulted numerous eminent monks and Taoist priests, and consulted countless fortune tellers. In the end, they all said that the root of the trouble lay with me. They said that I was born with the Seven Killings, which would bring misfortune to my family and was a calamity in the Xie family's destiny."
His birth was unexpected and met with rejection from his people.
“Some people in the clan suggested that we either abandon me or let me die.”
His voice remained steady, yet it sent chills down Ye Mu's spine. "They tried abandoning me in a desolate mountain where wolves were said to roam, and people in the tribe still died. They beat me, blamed me, and poured all the blame on me, but they still couldn't stop the men in the tribe from dying."
Ye Mu finally realized where the whip in his hand came from.
"The family finally decided that if they wanted to break this deadlock, they had to send the evil star into a monastery to cleanse himself of his sins before the Buddha, so that the family could be at peace."
Xie Yicheng paused, a slight dryness in his throat, "And I am that jinx."
"No!" Ye Mu interrupted him hastily, "Xie Yicheng, you're not some kind of jinx! This is completely unfair."
A surge of anger welled up within Ye Mu as she looked at his serene face, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "What kind of solution is this? This is clearly sacrificing a living person! Because they are afraid, because they need an explanation, they're pushing all the blame onto you!"
"They tell you that you are born with sin. But do you get to choose where you are born?"
Ye Mu felt more and more sorry for him the more she thought about it.
His relatives, disregarding the wishes and fears of a child, used him as a sacrifice to quell the so-called misfortune, pushing him out the door and towards the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp.
She had guessed since childhood that he had not become a monk voluntarily, but she never expected it to be so tragic.
He was sacrificed.
They were abandoned by their own blood relatives to fulfill their imagined family stability.
"So, after you became a monk, the Xie family really stopped having any more men die?"
Xie Yicheng gently shook her head. "I don't know."
Since entering the gates of Baoxiang Temple and receiving ordination, he has rarely had any contact with the Xie family. It's not that he hasn't thought about returning home, but the tightly closed gates of the Xie family and the rattan cane in his mother's hand have driven him back to the mountain.
The monk's robe acted as a barrier, separating him from the Xie family.
Except for that one time when he was chased by Zhou's vicious servants and, in a panic, he had no choice but to hide in the back alley of Xie's residence. By some strange twist of fate, he found himself in the small courtyard where he was born.
The courtyard gate was ajar, and he gently pushed it open a crack.
His old house had broken windows and was used as a storage room, filled with old boxes and belongings belonging to unknown people. On the stone bench in the courtyard, there were colorful cloth balls and wooden horses left behind by his younger brother, which gleamed with the warm light of someone else's childhood in the setting sun.
He stood there for only a moment before silently leaving and returning to his small room in the temple, as if he had never come back.
"However, my younger brother is alive and well."
The carriage swayed slightly, and in the interplay of light and shadow, Ye Mu gazed at him, as if he saw the boy who had been sent away by his family, standing silently at the other end of time, forever entangled with a curse whose truth or falsehood was indistinguishable.
“But,” Ye Mu suddenly remembered something and hesitated, “Master Xie… your father, didn’t he leave when he went on a trip with you? He was over forty years old then, wasn’t he?”
"Yes, my father was forty-five years old when he passed away, but he fell off a cliff by accident. Unlike other men in the clan, he did not experience inexplicable joint contractions, loss of sight and hearing, and gradual paralysis before death, slowly dying in extreme pain."
When Xie Yicheng described those symptoms, her tone was calm, but it sent a chill down Ye Mu's spine.
Her breath hitched.
"So you've been reading those medical books since you were little..." she suddenly realized, her voice choked with emotion.
Wen Kong nodded, meeting her gaze. "Firstly, I want to understand what kind of illness this is, or what it really is. Secondly, I want to know if I will become like that in the future."
He paused, pain in his eyes, "Ye Mu, I might end up like that too. I'm a jinx, and my death might be even more gruesome than theirs."
Xie Yicheng had always believed that life and death were preordained, and prosperity and decline were determined by fate. Over the years, he had spent his days with the dim light of the lamp and the yellowed scrolls, and had performed so many religious ceremonies that he had long since become indifferent to death. But now, because of her, he was bound to her, and he had a renewed desire for life.
“No, no.” Ye Mu immediately shook his head, his words resolute. “Look, Master Xie Jiu didn’t follow that curse. If he hadn’t met with an accident, he could have lived longer and healthier than anyone else. So that so-called curse is utter nonsense and has nothing to do with you.”
Wen Kong paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "But I sometimes wonder. Was it because I entered the Buddhist order back then that my father was able to pass the age of forty and my younger brother was able to grow up safely? Perhaps that so-called resolution was not entirely a myth."
But he has now returned to secular life.
Having left the protection of Buddhism, they returned to the mundane world.
“Everything in the world is constantly evolving, and there must be a reason and a solution for it.” Ye Mu reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of his slightly clenched hand. Her hand was warm. “Xie Yicheng, listen carefully. You are definitely not a jinx, never have been. Don’t listen to their nonsense.”
It's best not to get involved.
Ye Mu could already imagine what kind of situation Wen Kong might face if he returned to the Xie residence at this moment.
How did the clansmen who sent him away view this "evil star" who suddenly returned to secular life?
The carriage slowly came to a stop.
The vermilion gate was tightly shut, and the stone lions stood silently guarding it; the gilded lacquer of the Xie residence looked somewhat worn.
"Why don't you stay here instead of going back to the manor?" Ye Mu grabbed his monk's robe. "Go to my house first, hide for a few days, and see how things go."
"Since I have decided to return to secular life and go back to the mortal world, it is only a matter of time before I have to face everything from the past. It's just a matter of sooner or later; I can't escape it forever."
Hsieh Yi-cheng patted her on the shoulder, "I'm not the child who could be dismissed or kept at will anymore. These years haven't been wasted. I can handle it."
His voice was like a mountain stream, gentle yet powerful. Ye Mu slowly loosened her grip; he always made her feel at ease.
Wen Kong got off the car, stood still, and slightly raised his head to look at the high-hanging plaque. His back was as straight as a pine tree and as solitary as bamboo.
He turned his head and smiled at Ye Mu, who was sticking half his head out of the car window.
"Go back now. I'll come find you after I've taken care of this."
The carriage eventually turned around and left.
But Ye Mu did not go far. She asked the driver to stop the carriage at an inconspicuous alleyway diagonally across the street, and she leaned against the side of the carriage, looking at the two tightly closed gates of the Xie residence.
As the sun gradually sets from its zenith, its intense white light turns to golden yellow, then tinged with orange-red, before finally sinking into the bluish-gray twilight, from which black seeps out bit by bit from everything.
Servants occasionally entered and exited the Xie residence, all with bowed heads and hurried about. The gate opened and closed repeatedly, effectively isolating the inner workings of the mansion.
She craned her neck, but still couldn't see that familiar figure emerge.
As the evening breeze picked up, bringing a chill, Ye Mu's heart sank lower and lower with the setting sun.
She wanted to go up and knock on the door to ask, but after taking several steps, she stopped abruptly. She was afraid that her sudden appearance would become a hindrance to him and disrupt his difficult maneuvering.
She was not innocent in the matter of her leaving the monastic order.
No.
She was, in a sense, the culprit.
She invaded his secluded world of cultivation, bringing worldly troubles into his life and acting absurdly towards him.
Without her, he might still be the serene and otherworldly Master Wenkong in Baoxiang Temple, without having to deal with the mess of his family's affairs.
Self-reproach belatedly struck.
Buddha, it was she who first harbored wicked and devout thoughts. I beg you to have mercy once more and not punish her.
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It's been a whole month.
Ye Mu sat in the accounting office of Fuyao Pavilion, her fingertips fiddling with the abacus beads. This was the fourth time she had miscalculated the same amount.
After that day at the Xie residence, Xie Yicheng never appeared again.
Without a word, without a trace, he vanished behind that vermilion gate, leaving Ye Mu with a heavy heart.
She had also mustered up the courage to wander around the Xie residence twice, but found the gates heavily guarded and everything as usual, without being able to discern anything amiss.
The only consolation was that Jiang Si had quieted down considerably during this month and hadn't come to Fuyou Pavilion to ambush her as frequently as before.
Perhaps publicly announcing the engagement that day ultimately damaged his most prized reputation. Ye Mu felt no regret about it; on the contrary, he felt a sense of relief.
However, the Five Gentlemen of Mo always managed to find an opportunity to tease her.
"Oh, do you know who my beloved is..." Jiu Jun deliberately dragged out his words.
Chess Master immediately twisted his body to continue, exaggeratingly clutching his heart, "—It's Xie, Yi, Cheng!"
The two of them sang in unison, exchanging winks and exaggerated expressions.
Ye Mu's cheeks flushed. She had spoken frankly on stage that day, but now, being teased repeatedly by them, she felt so embarrassed that her ears burned. She grabbed the ledger beside her as if to hit it, but the others laughed and dodged away.
The Buddhist ceremony was attended mostly by prominent families, and the romantic tales circulated quietly within that circle. Rumors circulated that Madam Ye had spoken eloquently in public for the woman, but neither her mother, Liu, nor Zijing knew of her resounding statement that "her beloved is Xie Yicheng."
However, Fuyou Pavilion specializes in hosting banquets for aristocratic families, so how could it be kept secret from these people?
"Amu," Jiu Jun leaned closer, grinning mischievously, "when are you going to bring your Mr. Xie here so we can take a look?"
“Exactly,” Chess Master said, sitting slowly roasting oranges by the charcoal brazier, the aroma of the orange peels wafting through the air. “You look down on even a few of us, so you should at least let us see what a true Buddha you are, right?”
Ye Mu touched the jade ginkgo hairpin in her hair. She did want to see him, but she hadn't seen him for over a month.
But he had promised to come find her once things were settled.
It has been exactly thirty-five days.
When Ye Mu finished work, he walked home as usual.
My leg injury had long since healed after using up all the ointment he gave me. Walking not only saved me money on transportation, but also allowed my troubled mind to clear in the evening breeze.
She bought some duck meat from the shop. Tuantuan has been fed so much by Instructor Zheng that she's become quite plump and has an excellent appetite.
As Ye Mu approached the alley entrance, he saw Manager Sun of the brokerage firm walking towards him with a beaming smile.
"Madam Ye, are you done for the day?" Manager Sun bowed respectfully, his joy almost overflowing from his wrinkles. "Thank you, thank you! We just closed another deal!"
"May your business prosper, Manager Sun," Ye Mu greeted with a smile. "And which family are you from this time?"
"The empty house across from yours on the east side."
Ye Mu was taken aback.
She knew the two rooms across the hall. They faced north and rarely saw sunlight. Even during the day, they had a cool, gloomy feel. The beams were low, so taller people had to hunch their shoulders when entering. The wood was also a bit rotten, making the place feel rather dim.
For these reasons, it has remained empty and untouched.
A few days ago, Tuantuan sneaked in once. When she chased after it to look for it, she glanced around quickly.
Ye Mu smiled and said, "Manager Sun is quite capable."
It's a mystery which unlucky person managed to sell such a house.
“This time it really wasn’t me who was just being eloquent.” Manager Sun smiled, with a hint of disbelief. “I showed that customer several better places, but he wouldn’t listen. He took a liking to this one at first glance and said he wanted Elm Lane, he wanted this one.”
"This new neighbor is really a strange person," Ye Mushun said, not taking it to heart.
"Hey, he's a monk who just left the monastery. He's been in the monks' quarters for a long time, so I guess he hasn't seen any nice rooms."
Ye Mu's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gripped tightly by something.
She hurriedly said goodbye to Manager Sun and jogged towards the familiar narrow alley.
The long-closed door on the south side is now slightly ajar.
Through the crack in the door, a slender figure could be seen with his back to the doorway, bending over and carefully tapping a slightly crooked table leg. The pale blue veins beneath his skin were faintly visible, and his wrist bones were bony.
So he was the unlucky guy.
Ye Mu's tears welled up unexpectedly, and she pushed the door open.
"Xie Yicheng."
The man stopped what he was doing and slowly straightened up.
The moment he turned around, Ye Mu rushed over without hesitation and crashed into his arms. "Are you afraid I'll pull your other bead, that's why you haven't come to see me for so long?"
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Author's note: Let me out, let me out, I didn't do anything.
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