Chapter 268: The first release may not be possible now...
At least, it has never happened since the beginning of the Rebirth Inn.
The two people who passed each other became closer when Wen Yu looked back.
Yu Chang turned around slowly, first looking into Wen Yu's eyes, then looked over her shoulder and looked towards Guanwu Courtyard a few steps ahead.
The firelight reflected in his eyes flickered, making him seem even more unfathomable and elusive.
Wen Yu turned back, confused, and looked at the brightly lit courtyard, where snow was falling without stopping.
Yu Chang's gaze moved down and landed on the fox fur that Wen Yu was wrapped tightly in. The back of Wen Yu's slender neck was revealed in the snow-white fur, and she was now looking towards Guanwu Courtyard.
This is not only Song Linsheng's Guanwuyuan, but also the place where he stayed for a long time after his reunion with Wen Yu.
"Wen Yu." After a long silence, Yu Chang finally broke the eerie silence.
Turning back in response, Wen Yu hummed in confusion, "Hmm?"
"I have something..." Yu Chang's voice was hoarse and low, and he spoke hesitantly, "I want to show you."
Having said that, without waiting for Wen Yu to reply, Yu Chang grabbed Wen Yu's wrist with his backhand, pulled her in front of him, and brought her all the way back to Guanwu Courtyard.
Wen Yu walked hurriedly in the falling snow, passing under the archway of the long-faded hanging flowers, until she stopped at the place where the camphor tree used to be planted in the yard. She was still a little dazed.
"What?" Wen Yu asked back.
What is something that needs to be shown to her at this moment?
Yu Chang stared at Wen Yu, and then his eyes fixed on the ground where there was no trace of the camphor tree.
He didn't know whether he would regret making this decision. If he had known this would happen, he should not have agreed to that person's request that day.
Wouldn't it be difficult for him to be entrusted with such a task?
Yu Chang closed his eyes. Even through the layers of clothes, he could still feel the faint warmth on Wen Yu's forearm. Unlike the hardness brought by the scales all over his body, Wen Yu's skin was very soft and more lively.
He subconsciously held it tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that if he let go, Wen Yu would disappear like the camphor tree in the courtyard.
He even knew where the camphor wood went.
But if that day really comes, where should he go to find Wen Yu?
Wen Yu looked at Yu Chang strangely, then lowered her eyes and stared at the empty ground, not knowing what to say.
"Wenyu." Yu Chang pulled her arm and faced her face to face.
He wanted to be selfish, but only if it would make her happier.
Wen Yu looked up, a little bewildered, but still answered seriously: "Yu Chang..."
Yu Chang still held Wen Yu in one hand, and raised his other hand to gently brush away the snowflakes that fell on her shoulders.
As long as she was happy, he would be happy too.
Thinking of this, Yu Chang seemed to finally accept it and closed his eyes. After all, he was trying his best to convince not others but himself.
A white light flashed, and two boxes suddenly appeared beside them, falling right on the spot where the camphor tree had grown.
Wen Yu could see it all by just tilting her head slightly.
But she still didn't understand what Yu Chang wanted to show her...could it be these two boxes?
"This is..." Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at Yu Chang in confusion.
"When I came back that day."
Yu Chang's eyes darkened. He shouldn't have left Jiang Yang. Perhaps if he hadn't left, many things that happened later wouldn't have happened.
"Song Linsheng is already dead, and you...are nowhere to be found."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yu's face froze, suddenly losing all color, and he became cautious and serious.
"After searching the Song residence, only a few inkstones were left."
He was telling the truth, but often the truth is the most hurtful.
Yu Chang hesitated, stopped talking, and carefully watched Wen Yu's expression.
There was no sadness on Wen Yu's face, but rather a numbness. Perhaps it was because she had recalled the scene countless times, which made her develop a kind of defense mechanism.
She looked at Yu Chang with a slightly dull look, and signaled him with her eyes to continue.
But the latter did not respond immediately.
Yu Chang frowned slightly. He didn't understand whether what he did was right or wrong.
"Later, Xiyan handed this thing to me." Yu Chang turned sideways and said to Wen Yu towards the two boxes.
Wen Yu belatedly followed his gaze. She seemed to understand, yet also seemed unclear. "This is..."
"The swing set is indeed gone. It was probably buried with Song Linsheng." When Yu Chang mentioned his name, his voice was still a little unclear.
He was not completely hostile towards Song Linsheng.
Now that his body and soul have disappeared, what can I possibly do to fight with him?
But even so, he doesn't seem to be the so-called winner.
"As for the camphor wood," Yu Chang sighed and said truthfully, "Xi Yan followed Song Linsheng's instructions when he was still alive and cut it down to make these two boxes, and has been keeping them ever since."
"Until he died, and then entrusted it to me."
Yu Chang lowered his eyes and stared at the two boxes, and seemed to see Xiyan with chicken skin, white hair and an old face from that day.
"You, you and Xiyan have always been in contact."
Wen Yu suddenly remembered the past. At that time, Yu Chang was not Yu Chang, but... her elder sister Wen Xing.
Xiyan always follows Wenxing, wanting to show this and that to Miss Xingxing.
"Hmm." Yu Chang thought, recalling those meetings, "Not many."
During that period, Xiyan might really have thought he was a woman.
But Xiyan didn't ask, so he never made it clear. Until the end of his life, when he took the two boxes from Xiyan, he still faced her with Wenxing's face.
So what if I said it?
Given the short life of a mortal, he didn't want to add too much trouble to washing the inkstone.
"Why...why didn't you give it to me earlier." Wen Yu opened her mouth, almost unable to find her voice.
She couldn't tell whether it was the two boxes left by Xiyan that surprised her more, or the fact that Xiyan was left to Yu Chang.
Maybe it's a bit of both.
"Xi Yan told me that if you can return to Jiangyang one day, you must let me give you this."
Therefore, even when he later found Wen Yu at the Wangsheng Inn, he did not mention this matter.
Naihe Bridge is not Jiangyang Mansion, and Wangsheng Inn is not Song Residence.
He did this, so it wasn't considered a breach of promise.
Wen Yu withdrew her hand from Yu Chang's tight grip, bent down, embraced the two boxes, and gently pressed her cheek against them.
She knew the meaning of washing the inkstone, and she also understood... Song Linsheng's painstaking efforts.
The camphor tree in the yard was originally planted by Song Linsheng's mother when he was born, and it contains infinite expectations for him.
If a family in Jiangyang had a daughter, they would plant a camphor tree at home. When the girl grew up the following year and the camphor tree grew lush and leafy, the matchmaker would see the camphor tree outside the yard and know that the family had a daughter, and could come to propose marriage.
If the marriage is agreed, the host family will cut the camphor wood into two boxes, fill them with silk, treasures, pearl hairpins and rings, and use them as the girl's dowry, to symbolize the two people staying together and to wish the girl a happy marriage.
Song Linsheng had told her these stories when they were sitting under the camphor tree and brewing tea around the stove.
Even though Song Linsheng was a boy, his parents took good care of the camphor wood as they raised him, just as they had taken care of him. In addition, Sister Shen Chuo teased him about giving the camphor wood to Song Linsheng as a dowry, but he, who had always been shy, did not refute it.
Even though he didn't understand it at the time, now that he saw the two boxes, Wen Yu understood everything.
Xiyan followed Song Linsheng's instructions and cut down the camphor wood to make a box, which was finally handed to her by Yu Chang.
Song Linsheng said that he was willing.
He was willing to use these two boxes made of camphor wood as a dowry, and was willing to give herself and the dowry to her.
Give her Wen Yu.
Wen Yu simply let go of her strength, and her whole body suddenly relaxed. She sat down calmly in the snow, holding the two boxes in her arms, with a dazed look on her face, not saying a word.
I don't know if it was the snow or the dew that wet her eyelashes, but her half-closed eyes revealed a faint crystal color, which made the night seem even darker.
A sense of guilt arose from her heart, like an uncontrollable beast, almost swallowing her whole.
Song Linsheng's clarity and enthusiasm were like a mirror, reflecting her not-so-honest heart.
Wen Yu had to admit that, from the beginning of Zhibai and Chen Mian to the end of Zhou Lehui and Wen Yanli, the so-called long-lasting love in the world had always been something she found difficult to empathize with, and even subconsciously avoided.
She had tried her best to understand, but in the end she just didn't quite get it.
Instead of sinking into such depravity, why doesn’t Zhibai seek enlightenment and ascend to heaven?
Although she was touched by Chen Mian, she felt even more sorry for Zhi Bai.
Wen Yu held the two boxes tightly, just like she and Song Linsheng sat side by side in the past. She agreed with Song Linsheng to spend the New Year together in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, instead of facing the questions he raised. Even deep in her heart, she couldn't tell whether it was because of shame or an internal reason to escape.
She only thought that the lifespan of mortals was short. If this was what Song Linsheng wanted and she could give it to him, why not?
But she didn't expect that her words would come true, and she couldn't even celebrate the New Year as promised.
So why would she look for Song Linsheng? If she found him, what would she say? Could she really face the passion Song Linsheng had for her?
Endless regret enveloped Wen Yu like an airtight net, which became tighter and tighter as her mind became distracted, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Can she?
"Wenyu?" Yu Chang grasped Wenyu's shoulder with one hand, keenly aware that something was wrong. "Wake up!"
Yu Chang drew circles in the air with his fingertips, and the flying snow followed his guidance and circled around Wen Yu, leaving a whole open space around him.
He activated his demonic power, injecting a constant stream of heat into Wen Yu so that she could breathe more easily, and then injected a bit of white light into her brow.
A flash of inspiration came to Wen Yu, and he suddenly woke up.
She looked up at Yu Chang, who was looking down at her. Under the overlapping phantoms, Song Linsheng's appearance gradually faded, while Yu Chang's eyebrows and eyes became clearer and clearer.
"Yu Chang..."
Guanwuyuan.
"Yu Chang, you go ahead and say it." Wen Yu reminded calmly.
It’s not that she doesn’t understand Yu Chang’s temper, but this matter was indeed entrusted to Yu Chang by Xi Yan, so perhaps it would be most appropriate for him to state it.
If Xiyan was still here, he would also be smiling with joy for this, right?
Yu Chang's eyes were dim, and without a word of refusal, he explained in detail to everyone present the whole story of the inkstone washing mission that day.
Wen Heng, Song Zhuo and Wen Liangyi, who were sitting below, listened quietly, except for Wen Heng who would occasionally look up at Yu Chang.
She found that this adult really obeyed her aunt's words.
"But this was given to my aunt by our ancestors." Song Zhuo was confused and asked first, "Since it took so long to finally reach my aunt, why do you want to give it away today..."
But it must be returned to the ancestors.
It would be better to say it is a rejection than a return.
Song Zhuo turned his face away. He couldn't accept it.
Wen Heng saw this and quickly grabbed Song Zhuo's sleeve, scolding him in a low voice: "Little Zhuo."
"Sister Heng, I--" Song Zhuo was indignant, but when his eyes met Wen Heng's, he lowered his voice.
"Song Xuechuan, shut up!" Wen Liangyi was usually unreliable, but at this moment, he saw everything clearly. "How much do you know about the relationship between our ancestors and my aunt?"
The implication is that my aunt must have made this decision after careful consideration and had her own reasons.
"Aunt, Xiao Zhuo is..." Wen Heng explained with helplessness on his face.
Wen Yu shook her head and didn't take Song Zhuo's words to heart. Instead, she patiently explained, "You know more about Jiangyang's rules than I do."
After all, she only lived in Jiangyang for a period of time, while Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and others were born here, grew up here, studied here and became successful here.
"I think you guys understand better what these two boxes made of camphor wood mean." When he said this, Wen Yu turned to look at Wen Heng.
She has two sisters at home, so they must know how heavy this box is.
As expected, Wen Heng frowned and nodded with regret, "Aunt is absolutely right."
"The so-called staying together." Wen Yu paused, a look of uncontrollable sadness on his face. "Maybe it's impossible now."
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