Chapter 225: Morning Light Welcomes Reunion, Warmth Fills the Courtyard
The next morning, Sizhui woke up just as the morning light from the monastery filtered through the window lattice. He touched the neatly folded robe beside his pillow—it was delivered by the fairy child the previous night, still smelling faintly of incense. It was said that Mei Nianqing had specially arranged it so that he could dress respectably when meeting his family.
As his fingertips brushed against the lines of the fabric, Sizhui felt a warm sensation in his heart, even the fatigue he'd felt from copying the rules yesterday dissipated. He quickly washed up and had just changed into his robes when he heard a familiar voice from outside the courtyard. It was his father, Wei Wuxian!
"Zhui'er! Daddy's here!" Wei Wuxian's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy. Before he even entered the courtyard, his figure appeared at the door. He quickly walked over to Sizhui and hugged the child in his arms, but carefully avoided his hips. His voice choked with sobs: "My son, have you suffered these past few days?"
Si Zhui leaned in his arms, his nose sore, but no tears fell. Instead, he smiled and shook his head: "Dad, I'm fine. Master didn't really make things difficult for me. He even gave me some good ointment."
Lan Wangji followed behind, his eyes filled with tenderness as he watched the father and son embrace. He walked forward and gently touched Sizhui's head. "You've lost some weight. When we get home, I'll make you your favorite lotus root and pork rib soup."
"Okay!" Si Zhui nodded vigorously, and his eyes suddenly fell on the gate of the courtyard - Jun Wu and Mei Nianqing were standing there side by side, the morning light shining on them, both of them had gentle smiles in their eyes, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.
Si Zhui was stunned for a moment, feeling that something seemed to be different between his grandfather and his master, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Jun Wu walked over, ruffled his hair, and said with a smile, "It seems the punishment these past few days wasn't in vain. You've become much more sensible."
Mei Nianqing also came over and handed Si Zhui a small wooden box. "This contains my newly refined 'Soul Stabilizing Pill'. Wear it and you will be able to control your immortal energy more steadily in the future. I punished you before to teach you a lesson. Don't take it to heart."
Sizhui took the wooden box, hugged it tightly in his arms, and said seriously, "Master, I know you are doing this for my own good, and I won't take it personally. I will study the Fa diligently and live up to your and my grandfather's expectations."
Mei Nianqing looked at him seriously, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Jun Wu stood aside, looking at the scene before him, then looking at Mei Nianqing beside him, his heart filled with peace - with his family by his side and his beloved by his side, such a day was the fulfillment he had been seeking for thousands of years.
The group returned to Yunshen Pavilion, chatting and laughing. Wei Wuxian had already prepared a table full of dishes, all of which were Sizhui's favorites: lotus root and pork rib soup from the mortal world, fairy lotus soup from the heavenly realm, and osmanthus cake specially sent by Xie Lian. Sizhui sat at the table, surrounded by everyone. His bowl was quickly filled with food, and his heart was warmed as if a little sun had risen.
After dinner, Si Zhui took Lin Yan's hand and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard. He told him everything that had happened in the past few days: "Brother Lin, Master is actually not fierce at all. He even secretly asked the fairy boy to bring me a blanket..."
Lin Yan listened attentively, nodding from time to time, his eyes full of tenderness: "I knew you could understand Master's intentions. In the future, when you learn the Dharma, if you encounter something you don't understand, you can tell me and I will practice with you."
Si Zhui nodded vigorously, leaning on Lin Yan's shoulder, looking at the scene in the courtyard - Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were sitting under the corridor drinking tea, occasionally whispering something, their eyes full of affection; Jun Wu and Mei Nianqing were standing under the magnolia tree, talking about something, Mei Nianqing's cheeks were slightly flushed, and Jun Wu's eyes were full of doting.
The sun gradually set, painting the sky a warm orange. Sizhui looked at everything before him and suddenly felt that both the punishment for his previous mistakes and the family reunion he now had were precious gifts bestowed upon him by Heaven. He knew that in the days ahead, there would be new challenges and new growth, but as long as he had those who loved him by his side, he feared nothing.
Because what he has is a home that will always shelter him from the wind and rain, a love that will never fade, and a future that is always worth looking forward to and full of warmth.
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