Chapter 225: "Achuo."...
Song Shuangcheng couldn't help but smile. He flicked his sleeve and grabbed Chen Chuo's hand that was pointing at Song Linsheng to complain, then patted it gently to show his comfort. "A Chuo, Madam Wen Yu, please accept it. As for me, please be kind enough to show mercy."
After saying that, Song Shuangcheng smiled and raised Chen Chuo's hand, as if to confirm what he said.
Chen Chuo raised his eyebrows and snorted nonchalantly, "Of course I won't bother with him."
Song Linsheng's eyes turned, realizing he was a little arrogant, and he quickly apologized to Shen Chuo, "Sister Shen Chuo—"
"Hey!" Chen Chuo crossed his arms and turned away, "Second Young Master Song, you're too polite!"
Wen Yu reacted belatedly after hearing what was said. She hurriedly embraced the land deeds and house deeds and bowed to Chen Chuo. She smiled sweetly and said, "Xiao Yu thanks Sister Chen Chuo and Brother Shuangcheng very much."
The difference from before was that as soon as Wen Yufu opened his mouth, Chen Chuo's attitude changed drastically, and he couldn't wait to help Wen Yu up with both hands.
"Why is Xiaoyu being so polite to her sister?"
Chen Chuo did not ask Wen Yufu to meet him in person, and even tried to comfort Wen Yufu with words.
"Oh, right." Chen Chuo suddenly remembered something and continued, "We heard from your letter that you and Xiaosheng were kidnapped. Brother Cheng and I were very worried."
Chen Chuo's brows knitted together, his expression of worry indescribable.
"The spearmanship I've taught you these days is just the basics." Chen Chuo squeezed Wen Yu's palm and raised his eyes to confirm. "But if you practice diligently, you should have no problem using it for self-defense in the future."
"Yes." Wen Yu nodded solemnly, "Xiao Yu knows."
Sister Chen Chuo has been teaching her how to shoot these days and has been personally urging her to practice. It turns out it was because of the last time she was kidnapped.
Wen Yu felt extremely guilty. If Sister Chen Chuo knew that she was a demon, she wondered if she would regret it.
"Don't worry, Sister Shen Chuo, I will supervise Xiaoyu every day and will definitely not let her neglect her martial arts." Song Linsheng took the opportunity to talk to the two of them.
"You should also not be idle." Song Shuangcheng raised his eyes lazily and glanced at Song Linsheng jokingly, "Sister Chen Chuo also taught you how to swim, so you need to practice more."
He had heard Xi Yan complain several times, saying that he did not care about his own body and now he even dared to jump into the Yuan River.
Song Shuangcheng's lips curved slightly, forming a helpless smile.
Xi Yan also explained the reason, and he did not object to the young man going into the water to save Madam Wen Yu.
I am a man, so I should take more responsibility.
But if a man can't even take care of himself, how can he save others?
During these days, Achao personally taught him the skill of swimming, and he finally achieved some results. But in the blink of an eye, Achao and he had to leave Jiangyang Prefecture again.
"Right!" Chen Chuo's eyes and eyebrows were all smiling, and he couldn't help but join in, "Xiaoyu has made much more progress than you. You should worry more about yourself."
Under the double attack of Song Shuangcheng and Shen Chuo, Song Linsheng's face turned red and he felt a little embarrassed for no reason.
"Yes, that's natural, that's natural." Song Linsheng responded obediently, no longer arguing with his brother and sister. "Linsheng will practice diligently."
Song Shuangcheng just smiled and nodded in approval.
He knew that his parents had always been reluctant to let him get close to streams and lakes, let alone rivers and seas. However, while simply avoiding them was good, facing them bravely was even better.
As an older brother, he believes in his younger brother.
As a man...
Song Shuangcheng glanced at Wen Yu thoughtfully, and his heart suddenly brightened.
When the person he really wants to protect appears, that is when Song Linsheng grows into a real man.
He believed that Song Linsheng was already prepared.
With a "puff", Wen Yu's eyes moved between several people. When she saw the blush on Song Linsheng's face that was difficult to conceal, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
She only knew that Song Linsheng was always calm and composed, his expression unchanged, and nothing would easily upset him.
But recently, when Sister Chen Chuo and Brother Shuang Cheng were at home, Song Linsheng often acted like he did now, a little flustered and at a loss, which was actually very cute.
"Alright." Chen Chuo turned his head and rubbed Wen Yu's nose twice with his hand, "You are not allowed to laugh either."
"After Brother Cheng and I leave, there will be no one to look after you two, but no matter what, you must stay strong and take care of yourselves." Chen Chuo stopped joking and said seriously.
Even her words unconsciously carried a hint of unquestionable meaning.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng also stopped smiling and agreed solemnly.
Song Shuangcheng nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile on his lips. The more he looked at the way Song Linsheng and Wen Yu acted in unison, the more he found it interesting.
Just as the voice on this end stopped, a few calls were heard from the other side in the distance.
"Your Highness—the eldest son—"
Wen Yu turned around in response. Although the words were not directed at her, she immediately recognized the sound of someone washing the inkstone.
Xiyan was hurrying towards this side with the carriage, while Yu Chang, who was a few steps behind him, had a cold face, crossed his arms, and strolled leisurely in the garden, without showing any trace of panic.
"Xiaoyu." Chen Chuo leaned close to Wenyu's ear and whispered quietly, "This Xiyan seems to really like being with your sister."
"Uh..." Wen Yu's heart suddenly tightened, and he fumbled to make up his mind, "Well..."
"That's because Xiyan kept pestering her, but Miss Yingxing didn't care." Song Linsheng lowered his voice and hurriedly explained.
"Okay, stop!" Chen Chuo raised his hand to stop Song Song Linsheng from talking. "I was just saying a few words. I'm not going to eat Xiaoyu. Why are you so nervous?"
Wen Yu looked at her nose, and her nose at her heart. She only pursed her lips and smiled softly, not daring to join in Sister Shen Chuo's lecture. Moreover... Song Linsheng's occasional frustrated look was quite pleasing to the eye...
How could she bear to miss such a good show?
The heat on Song Linsheng's cheeks intensified, and he finally gave in. "Yes, Sister Chen Chuo..."
"Madam Wen, Master—" Xiyan's voice was getting closer and closer, and in a moment he was right in front of them. "Master, the carriage is ready. I just dropped by to send Uncle Song out of the city, so I was delayed for a while."
Song Linsheng quickly suppressed his expression and nodded calmly, saying, "It's okay. Uncle Song is old, so you should escort him."
It would have been fine if he just washed the inkstone, but he didn't want to call... the girl to see him like this.
Yu Chang, who followed behind, had a calm expression. He only glanced at Song Linsheng, then nodded to everyone. He then walked to Wen Yu's side in a few steps and whispered, "I'll go to the doctor's room first."
Wen Yu nodded in agreement and did not try to keep him.
Yu Chang doesn't like crowded places, and he doesn't like talking or chatting with others, so she naturally won't force him.
"You are right, sir." Xiyan watched Xingxing walk away, then turned around and said jokingly, "Now that the rice is ripe, Uncle Song will be busy again."
At this time of year, all the people, things, and events in Zhuangzi are managed by Song Bo himself, and he never changes.
After saying this, Xiyan turned around and presented the reins with both hands as if offering a treasure, "Your Highness, Young Master, this is the carriage and horses I carefully selected. Please accept them."
Chen Chuo tilted his head to glance at the horses and carriages behind Xi Yan, then raised his eyebrows to signal Song Shuangcheng beside him.
Song Shuangcheng immediately raised his sleeve to take the reins from Xiyan's hand, and then went to untie the carriage frame on the horse.
"Young Master?" Xi Yan's hands were empty, and his expression froze. "Young Master, I personally selected this horse. Is... is there something wrong with it?"
Having said that, Xiyan immediately set out with Song Shuangcheng to free the horses from the burden of the carriage.
The two of them acted together, and since Xiyan was very familiar with these knots, it was natural for him to free the two horses in just a few moves.
"It's a good horse." Song Shuangcheng stroked the horse's shiny red mane with one hand. "But if there's a carriage, how can we appreciate its galloping posture?"
"This..." Xi Yan didn't know how to answer, so he turned around and looked at Song Linsheng, "Sir..."
"Brother, if there is no carriage, I'm afraid that Sister Chuo will be tired from the journey..." Song Linsheng frowned, as if puzzled.
"Your sister Shen Chuo, is she such a delicate girl?" Shen Chuo raised his hand nonchalantly and took the reins from Song Shuangcheng with his sleeves.
For a moment, Chen Chuo and Song Shuangcheng stood side by side.
The horses they were leading were wagging their tails behind them, as if they were excited about the arrival of their new masters and the start of their journey.
"Brother Cheng and I are not going on a sightseeing trip. We need to hurry on, so it's best to travel light."
"Not just sightseeing?" Wen Yu's ears twitched slightly, quickly catching the key words. "Sister Chen Chuo and Brother Shuang Cheng are going to..."
As soon as she said this, Song Linsheng and Xiyan both looked at Chen Chuo and Song Shuangcheng.
Song Shuangcheng's eyes moved, taking in the expressions of the people present, but he remained silent.
No one spoke until a long time later.
There was a faint sound of the wind, carrying a hint of rice fragrance, mixed with the heavy and intense breathing of the horses, making the silence of the crowd even more harsh.
"This..." Song Shuangcheng seemed reluctant and spoke hesitantly.
"It's a long story." Chen Chuo immediately spoke up to stop Song Shuangcheng from speaking, and then put the matter aside. "If we are lucky enough to meet again, I will definitely tell you all about it over a few drinks."
After saying that, Shen Chuo looked around and pretended to be helpless, "Now is not the place or time to talk."
"But..." Wen Yu felt uneasy, and there was always a vague feeling of unease, "Sister..."
"That's a deal." Song Linsheng gently pulled Wen Yu's sleeve, signaling her not to ask any more questions. "We'll wait in Jiangyang for Sister Chen Chuo's glass of wine."
Upon hearing this, Shen Chuo looked at the rice fields and mountain mist in the distance.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn sun is shining brightly.
There was some expectation and some confusion in her eyes, but in the end she smiled with relief.
"It's a deal." Chen Chuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if the silence just now had never existed. "I'll owe you this glass of wine for now."
She thought of the Double Ninth Festival, when several people had been feasting and drinking under the camphor tree in Guanwu Courtyard all night long, not returning home until they were drunk.
The chrysanthemum wine she brought from Shangdu to Jiangyang that day was not just a wine of reunion, but also... a wine of farewell.
"Alright." Song Shuangcheng turned his head and nodded solemnly to everyone present. "After sending you a thousand miles, we will eventually have to say goodbye. Let's stop here."
Wen Yu turned sideways and glanced at Song Linsheng and Xi Yan, and then they all clasped their hands in greeting and said goodbye to Song Shuangcheng and Shen Chuo.
Chen Chuo pursed his lips and forced a smile. Without waiting for anyone to raise their eyes, he turned away and was the first to climb onto his horse.
"See you next time, Xiaoyu, I hope you can run your candied haws shop well."
Her voice drifted back on the wind, and when Wen Yu looked in the direction she was going, all he saw was the sound of galloping horses and the rising dust.
"Take care, young man."
Song Shuangcheng hurriedly left a last word of advice and rode his horse to chase after Chen Chuo.
Two horses rode one in front and one behind, going down the official road along the bank of the Yuan River. The sound of horse hooves attracted the people in the rice fields on both sides to turn their heads to look.
He kept running for a distance until the mountain mist that was originally far away in the horizon suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the people on both sides were left behind.
The lush green mountains add a touch of melancholy in the autumn, and the pale white clouds swirl among them, making people stop and take a look.
"Whoa—" Chen Chuo pulled the reins and turned around to see Song Shuangcheng catching up. "Brother Cheng."
Song Shuangcheng also tightened the reins to slow down the horse's pace, and followed Shen Chuo at a leisurely pace.
"Achuo, this horse is not familiar to you, and you are running too fast."
Chen Chuo stretched out his hand to brush the red mane on the side of the horse's neck, and patted it with his sleeve. "What are you talking about? I am on good terms with this horse!"
Song Shuangcheng just smiled without saying a word. Although his eyes were cold and elegant, it was not difficult to see tenderness in them.
He naturally knew that Achao was very good at riding and shooting, and no matter how fierce the horse was, it would be obedient in her hands.
"Once we leave, we still don't know what the situation will be like on the road ahead." Chen Chuo stopped smiling and lowered his voice slightly, "Brother Cheng, you didn't have to..."
"I want to walk with you from the bottom of my heart." Song Shuangcheng's eyes were firm, without a trace of hesitation.
Shen Chuo's eyelashes trembled when he heard this, but it seemed as if she had expected it.
"Song Shuangcheng, think carefully." Chen Chuo raised the corners of his lips, but his smile was bitter, "This time..."
"Didn't you say this horse is very close to you?" Song Shuangcheng raised his eyes and looked at Chen Chuo with a raised eyebrow. "Let me open my eyes."
Shen Chuo interrupted him, and was confused for a moment, "What?"
As he spoke, Song Shuangcheng raised his sleeve and patted Shen Chuo's horse lightly. The horse neighed in pain, then raised its foot and galloped away like a sharp arrow.
"Song Shuangcheng! You——"
"Achuo, let me see if you have made any progress in your archery."
"Do you even need to tell me that—Song Shuangcheng—"
The voices of the two people floated faintly on the banks of the Yuan River, and came back with the wind. Others might not be able to hear them clearly, but for Wen Yu, who had excellent hearing, it was not difficult to hear them.
It turned out that Sister Chen Chuo in front of Brother Shuang Cheng was not the sister that she and Song Linsheng knew, but...
Wen Yu frowned and thought for a moment, remembering how Brother Shuangcheng addressed Shen Chuo as "Sister" -
Achao.
Somehow, Wen Yu suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled. She thought of her sister Chen Chuo holding a spear and looking heroic. She felt that the word "Achuo" really suited her sister.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng retracted his gaze and turned to look at Wen Yu, who was shaking with laughter beside him. "What's wrong?"
But when Song Linsheng spoke, Wen Yu suddenly stopped smiling, looked up at him, and her heart began to beat unsteadily.
Only then did she realize that Song Linsheng had not called her by her name - Wenyu - for a long time since she had known for a long time.
Chen Chuo is the elder sister's name, but the elder brother Shuang Cheng calls her Achao.
Wenyu is her name, but Song Linsheng calls her...Xiaoyu.
"Xiaoyu?" Seeing that she was in a daze but didn't answer, Song Linsheng couldn't help but lean over and called out again.
Wen Yu blinked hurriedly to come back to her senses, looked up at Song Linsheng, and replied incoherently:
"ah?"
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