Chapter 235: "You... don't want him to come to...
The shepherd boy stared at Wen Yu with his eyes wide open, without blinking, as if he had no hesitation in answering her question.
"This Wutong Ancestral Temple is empty today, but I'm here too, right?" After saying this, a faint smile appeared on the shepherd boy's lips.
"Hmm?" Wen Yu frowned, feeling even more confused.
This seemed irrelevant to what she was asking.
"Anyway, I'm just giving..." As he said this, the shepherd boy glanced at Wen Yu, then turned away without a trace, "I'm delivering fruit to the Goddess of Spring. I just need to deliver the fruit."
He picked up the persimmon at hand and rubbed it carefully with his sleeve until the light white frost on its surface was wiped off. Then he finally put it in his mouth and took a small bite.
It’s very sweet, no wonder...my sister likes it.
"As for other things, whether it's deserted or not, whether the incense is scarce, why bother?"
He still looked carefree as he said this, but Wen Yu beside him scratched his head in embarrassment.
She had been staying in the Wutong Ancestral Temple for the past few days. To prevent anyone from disturbing her, she had set up some mazes in the mountains...
It’s not that the master’s Wutong ancestral temple is deserted, nor is it that there are few worshippers.
Although her cultivation level was not very high, she was able to isolate mortals at the foot of the mountain, preventing them from going up the mountain to the Wutong Ancestral Temple.
Ahem, what she did was not very kind. She would definitely make up for it by offering incense and doing good deeds to her master later.
The shepherd boy glanced sideways, taking in the change in Wen Yu's expression, but he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he continued with what he had been saying.
"Good results, bad results, are ultimately just results." Under Wen Yu's gaze, he changed his tone and said slowly, "People can't just focus on the results and ignore the original intention and process of doing this thing."
Just like his visit today, as long as the Goddess of Spring likes his fruit, it is already good enough.
The shepherd boy's eyes passed over Wen Yu, and he nodded seriously, then took a bite of the persimmon with great satisfaction.
A faint fruity aroma mixed with the sweet scent of juice filled the hall and gradually filled Wen Yu's nose.
Wen Yu couldn't help but sniff. While her taste buds were almost invaded by the fruity aroma, her mind was almost occupied by the shepherd boy's words.
The original intention...and the process?
Her original intention was to protect Song Linsheng from a safe and healthy life, and at the same time find a way to repair the Shouyuan Branch.
And the process...isn't every day spent with Song Linsheng a process?
If this bad result brings disaster to Song Linsheng, will she still stick to this so-called original intention and process?
Wen Yu exhaled deeply. She thought her answer was...yes.
"I didn't expect that you are so young—" Wen Yu turned around and smiled at the little shepherd boy.
But when she raised her eyes, her gaze met the shepherd boy's.
She didn't know what was going on, but she knew clearly in her heart that the little boy in front of her was not her master, but when their eyes met, Wen Yu couldn't help but freeze.
Her master, Ju Mang, is in charge of the Temple of Spring and is the god of spring who is in charge of the flowers and trees in the world. In his spare time, he often transforms into a shepherd boy and leads the old cow transformed by Chi Huang to travel around the world. He goes to some place and helps with spring plowing there.
This little boy chewing a persimmon looks very much like her master, Ju Mang...
If he didn't have any magical power, Wen Yu would find it hard to believe that he was just an ordinary shepherd boy.
Just as I was lost in thought, a clear child's voice was heard.
"What do you mean young?" The shepherd boy looked up at Wen Yu, holding a persimmon in his arms, his eyes full of innocence. "Could it be that my sister is very old?"
Wen Yu suddenly choked. Faced with such a question, she naturally couldn't say that she was an old fairy. She could only cough twice and said, "This..."
But before she could finish, she suddenly felt a gust of wind outside the hall.
——It’s…Yu Chang.
Relying on the frosty aura on his body, Wen Yu quickly identified the person.
She knew that her maze could not stop Yu Chang, and she had never thought of stopping him in the past few days.
However, there is this little shepherd boy by his side, and Yu Chang’s sudden appearance might scare him.
Wen Yu subconsciously protected the shepherd boy and looked outside. Yu Chang, who was walking lightly, was already standing on the stone steps and looking at her from afar.
His face was calm and his expression was stern.
It was the black gold robe that he always liked.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment by the clothes that were so different from usual.
She had forgotten that Yu Chang didn't like to dress like a woman. This wasn't the Song residence, so he didn't have to restrain himself from wearing a hairpin skirt. He could just be himself.
But what Wen Yu found strange was that Yu Chang was clearly a little white dragon, so why did he like such a dull color?
The two looked at each other. Yu Chang glanced at the little boy who appeared out of nowhere, then looked at Wen Yu, and finally spoke first.
"Wenyu."
"Uh-huh?"
Wen Yu hurriedly stood up, still remembering to stop the shepherd boy half a step behind him, but when he looked at Yu Chang outside the door, he didn't know how to explain.
But...why should she explain to a little boy she didn't even know?
Wen Yu herself couldn't understand it. She and the little boy were barely "acquaintances", but she actually cared so much about his opinion.
Just when Wen Yu was in a dilemma and at a loss, the shepherd boy's pure and clear eyes swept between her and the person outside the door, and then he walked past Wen Yu nonchalantly, holding the uneaten persimmon in his hand.
"Since you have guests, I won't disturb you."
Wen Yu looked at the shepherd boy walking in front of him. He ran outside in two steps, but when he reached the threshold, he turned around and waved to Wen Yu with a smile.
"It seems that the Temple of Spring is not empty today."
After saying this, without waiting for Wen Yu to say anything, the shepherd boy walked out of the main hall and went down the stone steps.
Yu Chang looked coldly at the human boy walking towards him, with no intention of avoiding him at all.
The young man was dressed like an ordinary shepherd boy. It seemed that he came to the Wutong Ancestral Temple by chance while passing through the mountains.
But Wen Yu didn't say she had any clever tricks to stop the harassment from the people coming and going. It would have been fine if she couldn't stop him, but she couldn't even stop a little human boy...
She deserved it for not listening to his advice and daring to abandon his Yuan River.
Although the Yuan River is colder, it is clearer than here.
Yu Chang collected his thoughts, raised his eyes and looked straight past the human boy, all the way to Wen Yu in the inner hall.
The shepherd boy saw that he seemed not to see him, but he was not anxious or annoyed. Instead, he looked at this tall man who was much taller than him with a smile on his face.
The two of us just looked at each other, I looked at you, you looked at her, I went out, you went in, each of us moving in our own direction without delaying each other.
But at the moment when the two passed each other, Yu Chang suddenly stopped, and the eyes that were firmly locked on Wen Yu finally showed a sign of loosening.
The aura of this human boy...
Yu Chang's eyes slid, glancing from left to right.
But the shepherd boy seemed to be unaware of it. He ran away with the uneaten persimmons in his arms, never turning back to look at Yu Chang.
Until his figure rushed out of the six golden nanmu carved doors of the Wutong Ancestral Hall and then disappeared into the rolling green mountains and forests.
Yu Chang still had his palms slightly curled up as he stood on the stone steps, not taking another step forward.
Wen Yu looked at the silent door in the distance, then looked at Yu Chang who was silent nearby. He was a little confused by this sudden change.
It seems... something seems wrong...
After a brief thought, Wen Yu immediately reacted.
He had just mentioned the Temple of the Goddess of Spring, but hadn't mortals always called this place the Wutong Ancestral Temple? Where did the term "Temple of the Goddess of Spring" come from?
Wen Yu lowered her eyes and looked at the persimmon in her hand. The orange-yellow color was tinged with a hint of ripe red, and the place where she bit it was still oozing with juice.
This little shepherd boy has such profound thoughts. He must have seen more than others, so it is not surprising that he knows this.
Otherwise, she couldn't give any other explanation.
Wen Yu shrugged, took a bite of the persimmon in his hand, and then chewed it a little slowly.
She just realized that the persimmon was very sweet.
But the sweeter the persimmon, the bitterer her heart felt.
In the end, Wen Yu simply turned her back, sat down on the cushion, and stopped looking at Yu Chang.
These days, she has been looking forward to Yu Chang's arrival every day, hoping that he can bring her some news about Song Linsheng.
But on the first day, the person did not wake up.
The next day, he didn't wake up.
She couldn't count the number of days that had passed, and until now, she didn't dare to ask.
The saltiness of tears mixed with the sweetness of persimmons, and Wen Yu couldn't tell the difference for a moment.
Yu Chang stared at the gate of the Wutong Ancestral Temple in silence for a moment. When he turned around, he couldn't help but cast his gaze on the kind-looking statue of the God of Spring, as if thinking about something.
He does not believe in or worship the God of Spring.
But the human boy and the statue of the God of Spring both gave him a familiar feeling, especially this statue, which echoed with some distant things in his memory and almost jumped out.
The previous few times he came here to look for Wen Yu, he never entered the temple, let alone paid attention to the statues in the temple.
He hadn't seen Wen Yu outside today, so he wanted to go in and take a look, but he had no idea this would be the case.
Until the sound of wind knocked lightly on the palace door, Yu Chang collected his thoughts and climbed the stairs.
When he stepped over the threshold, he saw Wen Yu shrugging his shoulders.
Yu Chang paused, then quickened his pace, and walked behind Wen Yu in just three or two steps.
His tall figure was like a mountain, blocking out the dazzling sunlight coming in through the palace door for Wen Yu, allowing her to cry more freely and shed tears wantonly.
It seems that only in this way, as long as no one sees it, it can be pretended that nothing happened.
It not only saves her face, but also does not make her feel aggrieved.
Wen Yu seemed to understand Yu Chang's intention. After a brief pause, tears surged up like a bursting dam tide, completely flooding her eyes.
For a moment, the Spring Temple was silent, except for Wen Yu's crying.
It was unknown how long it took, but Yu Chang stood silently behind Wen Yu until she cried until she had no strength left and collapsed on his knees.
Yu Chang took a step forward without leaving a trace, supporting Wen Yu with his own body. Amidst her soft sobs, he spoke helplessly, "You're crying like this, but you're not dead."
Wen Yu suddenly stopped talking, and without turning around, she just looked up at Yu Chang, with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.
His expression was so complex and changeable that even Yu Chang was amazed.
She seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't breathe smoothly and could only look at Yu Chang while breathing rapidly.
Yu Chang frowned and stared at Wen Yu silently for a moment, then squatted down to be level with Wen Yu. Seeing her face covered with tears and snot, he raised his sleeve to touch her face without hesitation.
"you--"
Before Wen Yu could even shout out, Yu Chang held her shoulders and wiped away her tears bit by bit.
"Yu Chang, you clearly have magic, how can you resort to violence—"
Yu Chang kept silent and did not argue with Wen Yu. He just lowered his eyes and glanced at her tear-stained face.
The originally rough movements like a violent storm turned into a gentle breeze the moment they landed on Wen Yu's cheek, licking Wen Yu's skin inch by inch, as if afraid of hurting her anywhere.
At this point, Wen Yu, knowing that she had misunderstood the other party, stopped talking, lowered her head and stopped resisting, only secretly pondering what Yu Chang said in her heart.
No one is dead...
Of course she knew that Song Linsheng would not die, but he would never wake up, and the situation would not be optimistic if it continued like this.
Wen Yu wanted to ask, but didn't know where to start.
While Yu Chang was wiping the corners of her eyes, Wen Yu looked up at the man standing so close. His face was still as cold as ice, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
A warm breath came from his fingertips, and Yu Chang felt that his body temperature, which had been as cold as water all year round, was gradually rising.
But at this moment, the temperature was like a thorn that pierced his fingertips, making him no longer numb, and he woke up in pain.
Yu Chang blinked his eyes very quickly, like a lost man who finally regained his focus. Looking at Wen Yu's face which had returned to its neat state, he couldn't help but look away.
"He's not dead, he's awake, and everything is fine, except..."
"What is it?"
Wen Yu asked hurriedly. After all, this was the only thing she was thinking about.
She didn't know how to ask at first, but now that Yu Chang had spoken, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Yu Chang paused, and his whole body seemed to stiffen, but it didn't last long before he answered.
He was always reluctant to let Wen Yu wait any longer.
"I'm looking for you."
He waited for Wen Yu for thousands of years, but he didn't want Wen Yu to wait for him for even a moment longer.
Not only did he have to go back and forth between Houchun Mountain and the Song residence to inquire about the news of the mortal Song Linsheng, but he also had to run over without delay after getting the news and eagerly present it to Wen Yu.
Yu Chang lowered his brows and put his thoughts aside.
He didn't know what was going on.
According to his usual style, he would have to hold Wen Yu hostage in exchange for something.
But now, he threw it out without waiting for Wen Yu to ask again.
He must be crazy.
Yu Chang raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yu, who was slightly surprised with her mouth slightly open. He felt a mixture of emotions that were difficult to describe.
"Looking for me? What do you want from me?" Wen Yuyi couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy, and could only repeat Yu Chang's words blankly, "Then did you try to get him to rest?"
Wen Yu seemed afraid that Yu Chang wouldn't understand what she meant, so she simply said, "A hand gesture? Or a spell? The kind that makes people sleep for three to five days?"
In short, he cannot be allowed to move around freely and hurt himself again, and he cannot come to see her.
Yu Chang patiently listened to Wen Yu's words and could not help but remain silent for a moment. "He was unconscious for several days and just woke up. Are you sure..."
"Forget it! Forget it..."
Wen Yu waved her hands repeatedly, as if she finally realized that her words were inappropriate.
What followed was an endless silence.
The hall was filled with fragrant mist and the statues of gods were solemn. Wen Yu, who was kneeling on the cushion, was in a state of disarray, while Yu Chang, who was beside her, stood up again and stood by silently.
"You... don't want him to come to you?"
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