He wouldn't let her touch him, and with a long arm, he pulled the boy tightly into his embrace.
Struggling but not letting go, she choked out:
“When I was little, my father was always busy with clan affairs and didn’t care about me at all. My mother didn’t care either. They always said that I didn’t like staying at home, but no one paid attention to me at home.”
“My father only cares about his work and my mother. My mother thinks that I am a boy and need to be independent, so she doesn’t interfere in many things and basically lets me grow up in a free-range manner. Brother, I want to be cared for and want them to focus their attention on me.”
“But for more than ten years, they only had a loving relationship as husband and wife and didn’t pay any attention to me, their son. I like to travel around because only small animals can keep me company. Other parents would be anxious and search for their children if they went out for a day and didn’t come back.”
"They don't look for it."
The boy trembled more and more as he spoke, his body shaking:
“No matter where I go, they only ask me a question or two. When they see I’m alright, they don’t even say a word of concern. My brother… my mother said… said it was an accident. They said I’m not close to him. How can I be close to him? My brother… I can’t be close to him, I really can’t be close to him…”
“I met my master three years ago. She took me to Beishan. There was a bamboo house there. My master treated me very well and taught me how to make Gu. After about half a year, she left me alone in that bamboo house and moved to another house. I was alone again. Later, I raised a lot of parrots. No one talked to me, so I taught them to talk and they could keep me company.”
"Until about half a year ago, I met you. My heart was beating uncontrollably. I miss you so much when I can't see you. Brother, I love you. I can't live without you. Please, don't leave me."
"Please don't let my mother's words affect our relationship, okay?"
In front of Nan Yu, no card is more effective than the emotional card. Song Xianqing made herself sound so pitiful that Deng Xin could only feel sorry for her.
From struggling to remaining still, she finally slowly raised her arms, hugged the boy, gently patted his back, and said with a pursed lip:
“I won’t abandon you. Go home first. I’ve said no, no, but if we still live together, what will your parents think? Go home and talk to them properly. When I leave the village in the future, I’ll tell you, if they still don’t agree then, I’ll elope with you.”
The young man choked up, his eyes red as he looked at his wife, his lips trembling with grievance: "Really? You're going to elope with me?"
Nan Yu nodded: "I'm not lying."
"Then I'll go home for a couple of days and come back later."
"good."
Song Xianqing was reluctant to leave. He had gotten used to living there for several months and was used to holding his wife. The thought of having no one in his arms at night made him feel even more uncomfortable physically than mentally.
I only packed a few clothes to take back; the rest of my belongings are still here.
Song Xianqing left, and Nan Yu was not used to it.
But we still went about our lives step by step.
Not only him, but Si Yuan also searched for Qi Xue with great difficulty.
Half a month later, Qi Xue came to find Song Xianqing to deliver a card to this little apprentice, which finally allowed him to catch the person. It was getting cold, so the woman no longer wore a cheongsam, but flat shoes, straight-leg pants, a white fitted sweater, and a white coat over it.
The woman was tall and slender with a beautiful face and fair skin, making her stand out in the crowd. Qi Xue didn't want anyone to know that she was acquainted with Song Xianqing.
We were eating at the same table earlier.
She attended the event in her capacity as a member of the publicity department.
I chatted with everyone for a bit.
She knew her reputation wasn't good and didn't want to affect Song Xianqing.
This time, even in broad daylight, he wore a mask and hat. The card Qi Xue gave him was for a debt of 50,000 yuan to Nan Yu. Originally, he was supposed to pay back 100,000 yuan, but now there is 300,000 yuan in the card.
When she asked him to wait for her that night, she originally wanted to teach him some methods of making Gu poison. After all, what Nan Yu learned at the temple was, in Qi Xue's opinion, only the basics, not even reaching the first level of beginner level.
They keep their skills hidden; those who understand them don't talk about them, and those who don't think they're already very profound.
Unfortunately, things kept happening one after another, and I haven't seen my apprentice and his wife for many days.
She couldn't stay long today, so she gave him the card and prepared to leave. She told Song Xianqing that if Nan Yu wanted to learn, he could take him to Beishan to find her.
Song Xianqing agreed.
They took the card too.
Qi Xue was intercepted by Si Yuan as soon as she stepped out the door.
Qi Xue saw his expression turn cold, pulled her coat tighter, walked past the man and headed forward. Si Yuan chased after her, saying, "I've been looking for you for a long time."
Qi Xue didn't want to pay attention to him and quickened her pace to shake him off, but the man had long legs and big strides, and he caught up with her in two or three steps, stopping her again. "I'm sorry, can you give me another chance?"
Qi Xue pursed her lips speechlessly and took off her mask.
She looked up and stared directly at the man. "Do we know each other?"
After staying in Beishan for more than ten days, her heart had calmed down.
I don't want to have anything to do with men anymore.
Rubbish.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I've been looking for you for so long, please forgive me this time?"
Qi Xue put her hands in her coat pockets. The brim of her hood obscured her vision, and she had to strain to look directly at the man, so she chose not to look. Instead, she focused her gaze on the withered autumn grass and said:
"Fine, I forgive you. Can you step aside?"
Si Yuan was delighted and stepped aside: "Where have you been lately? I couldn't find you."
He asked, but Qi Xue had already walked forward, so the man had no choice but to follow.
Qi Xue, annoyed by his pursuit, stopped, took her hands out of her pockets, crossed her arms, and said unhappily, "Sir, do I know you?"
Si Yuan was stunned when he heard her cold tone, "Xiao Xue..."
Qi Xue: "I have something to do, please don't follow me anymore."
Si Yuan: "I'm sorry, from now on I'll only speak up for you. Please give me another chance."
Qi Xue was speechless when this was mentioned. She might have been angry a while ago, but now she was completely unmoved.
"It doesn't matter. You're not the only one not speaking up for me. I just wanted to annoy them. I don't care if you really have amnesia or you're faking it. We really have nothing to do with each other, and I don't know you. Is that okay? From now on, you go your way and I'll go mine. Don't greet each other when we meet. Let's just be passersby."
"sorry."
"No need. By the way, aren't you from Kyoto?"
Si Yuan nodded.
Qi Xue: "Your name is Si Yuan, right?"
Si Yuan nodded again.
Qi Xue suddenly sneered: "Not pretending anymore? Didn't you lose your memory?"
Si Yuan was startled, only then realizing that he was filled with guilt towards the woman and had forgotten about his amnesia. He was tricked into revealing his amnesia in just a few words. His lips turned slightly pale, and he offered a weak explanation: "I... I only recently remembered a little bit."
Qi Xue clicked her tongue and shook her head. From the beginning, she felt that Si Yuan had ulterior motives.
Why pretend to have amnesia?
But it has nothing to do with her. She's happy to watch the show. Even if the village is sold, she'd be more than happy to hand over the land deeds if she has them.
"Okay, whether you remember or not, I accept your apology and won't hold a grudge. Go with peace of mind. Your home is in Kyoto, what are you doing in this village? Aren't your parents looking for you?"
Si Yuan: "I want to find you and apologize to you."
Qi Xue nodded, "Okay, when should we buy the tickets?"
Si Yuan looked at the woman with a complex and pitying gaze. Qi Xue frowned in disgust, wanting to turn her back and leave on the spot, but the other party wouldn't let her go.
“Don’t leave. Do you need a servant? As long as you can calm down, I’ll be your servant. I’ll follow you wherever you go. When you go shopping, I can help you carry your things.”
Qi Xue scoffed, she just didn't want to. She had plenty of money; she could afford to hire a servant, let alone a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand.
"No need. I accept your apology. What else do you want to apologize for?"
Si Yuan: "I want to make amends. I'm sorry, I couldn't distinguish right from wrong."
"You're really annoying. No need to make it up to me. I really don't mind now. If I lied to you, may I be struck by lightning and die instantly." He then pointed three fingers to the sky and swore a solemn oath.
On a perfectly sunny day, a bolt of lightning actually struck out of the blue.
Qi Xue shrank back in fright.
There are secret arts in Miao territory, and who knows if swearing an oath might actually come true. Si Yuan felt uneasy. He didn't want to lose Qi Xue. It seemed that he didn't want to extract secrets, but simply wanted to protect her.
Seeing that the other party was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, he quickly reached out and pressed the person's arm down, saying in a panic, "I know, I know, don't make oaths, it's bad luck. The other servants want money, but I don't want it. I cook very well, please give me a chance, Xiaoxue?"
She remained unmoved until the topic of delicious cooking came up. Qi Xue's eyes lit up, and she was a little tempted. She could cook herself, just enough to make ends meet and keep herself from dying.
She deals with Gu all day long. Some say she cares about food and is content as long as she can fill her stomach, while others say she doesn't care and still craves food.
If he really is a good cook...
What can you do?
Si Yuan's eyes lit up, seeing a glimmer of hope, and he said, "Chinese or Western food is fine, whatever you want to eat, I can make it."
Qi Xue could not possibly bring the person back to Beishan.
She had a place to stay in the village, her old home, which she hadn't been back to for a long time. Qi Xue led her to the stilted house, which was covered in a layer of dust, making it choking to get close. She went to the flower bed in front of the door and took out the key.
Open the door.
Since she left, nothing inside has been touched.
Years had passed, and the house was covered in dust, yet the furnishings inside were cozy, and even the plants on the balcony hadn't withered. Qi Xue was quite surprised. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man, who had his hands in his coat pockets and was smiling.
"A free servant, I hope you can clean the room before sunset."
Si Yuan: "Okay."
As she spoke, she took off her coat, intending to find a place to put it, but found it covered in dust. Embarrassed, she held it in her hand and raised an eyebrow. "There are dishcloths in the kitchen."
Si Yuan nodded and took the clothes over.
First, he wiped a section of the floor and let it dry for a while. Then he put the clothes on and started tidying up the house, wearing only a sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Qi Xue was too lazy to wait and went out to get something to eat.
As soon as Song Xianqing got the card, he rushed off to find his wife.
Nan Yu is not here.
They went to the temple again, but it wasn't there.
I searched everywhere but couldn't find it.
Song Xianqing waited at home.
The boy was getting anxious when his friend didn't come home by noon. Where had Xiaoyu gone?
They went downstairs to look for her, running from the east end of the village to the west end, asking everyone they met, but no one had seen Nan Yu. Song Xianqing had been running for more than four hours, but still couldn't find her, and his eyes were red with anxiety.
On the way, they met Song's mother and heard her asking about Liu Yu's whereabouts.
Song's mother frowned. She had finally managed to stay home and behave herself for a few days. What was she going to do now?
Stopping Song Xianqing, "Why are you looking for him again?"
Song Xianqing said anxiously, "Brother Xiaoyu is missing."
Song's mother: "Maybe something happened to them. How do you know they're missing?"
Song Xianqing: "He's not at home, nor at the temple. I've searched many places, but he doesn't have a cell phone, and I can't contact him..."
She was on the verge of tears as she spoke, fearing something might happen to Nan Yu.
When Song's mother saw that her son's hands were trembling, she frowned slightly.
Song Xianqing wanted to continue searching, but his mother stopped him, grabbing his arm and saying, "I'll have your father ask around. Come home with me."
Song Xianqing was unwilling, and Song's mother scolded, "If you continue like this, I'm going to find his parents!"
The boy's voice trembled slightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression sounded both accusatory and aggrieved:
“You and Father didn’t care about me when I was little, so why are you interfering now? I thought that with your personality, you would bless me and Xiaoyu, so I told you so early. If I had known that you disagreed and threatened me with his parents, I would rather die than say a word!”
“Father always says I’m not considerate. You tell me, why am I not considerate? I want to open up to you all. Will you give me the chance? Originally, I thought that if you agreed, I would get closer and closer to Brother Xiaoyu…”
His body trembled as he spoke, his fists clenched tightly, as if his body had turned to stone, his voice choked with emotion:
"He didn't want to look for her in the village; he wanted to go to Jiangnan. I begged and pleaded until he finally relented and agreed to date her. But because of the Holy Son's shabby identity, he can't tell me, and I can't tell you either. I did think you would disagree, but I never imagined you would threaten him with his parents!"
Song Xianqing's voice cracked, and her tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
My heart aches so much I can't breathe.
When Song's mother tried to touch him, the boy dodged away. He didn't yell loudly; instead, he tilted his head back and calmed himself down before looking down at Song's mother again.
“I confided in you, and what did I get in return? How could I be so caring? You threatened me, and Xiaoyu didn’t dare to see me. Now he’s disappeared, and you won’t let me look for him. If anything happens to him, I will never live on! Call me an ingrate or an unfilial son, but I will repay your kindness in raising me in my next life.”
He then knelt down to kowtow three times to Song's mother.
Song's mother panicked as well. Song Xianqing rarely talked to them about these things. At home, the father and son, mother and son, would at most chat about it while drinking tea. The son was a man of few words.
I originally thought he didn't want to stay at home.
Too independent by nature.
I never imagined he had so many grievances in his heart.
Song's mother was deeply disturbed. Upon hearing that he wanted to commit suicide for love, she lost her balance and staggered backward. She saw her son kneel down and kowtow.
She quickly pinned the person down when they were about to kowtow for the second time.
Her voice choked with sobs: "It's all my fault, I never imagined you'd have carried so much bitterness in your heart all these years. Don't be like this, get up, let's talk this out. Liu Yu is missing, I'll have your father send more people from the clan to look for her. Son, don't do anything rash."
Even though she was middle-aged, Song's mother's hands were still fair, firm, and very beautiful. She held her son's face in her hands, and tears slid down her cheeks, showing her sadness and helplessness.
Song Xianqing's lips trembled: "Why are you threatening him with his parents? He won't see me anymore... What good will breaking up do for you? I won't marry or have children. Without Brother Xiaoyu, I will never get married in this life... I don't want anyone else, I only want him..."
Song's mother also cried, "Let's talk about it at home, son, shall we talk about it at home? Get up."
Passersby frequently turned their heads, most of them tourists.
The sight of Song Xianqing kneeling and crying on the street was already quite eye-catching, but with her stunning beauty and long hair, her crying was heartbreaking. Many passersby wanted to go up and comfort her, and some even stopped in their tracks.
Listen to the mother and son talking.
Some girls understood; it seemed to be about two boys, but their parents disagreed.
"Don't go home, let me go find Brother Xiaoyu... I really can't live without him..."
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