Chapter 293: First Release "Xiaoyu."...
Just as she thought, Yu Chang clenched the handkerchief in his hand and looked at Tai Hao sitting opposite him with a gloomy look in his eyes.
——It really lingers.
No matter whether it was the Zhuoying Palace or the underground cave, the Song Family Mausoleum or the Wutong Ancestral Temple, wherever Wen Yu appeared, this person would come like a dog, smelling the scent, and could not be shaken off or chased away.
Yu Chang closed his eyes and stood up with a "swoosh".
The rustling sound of his robe during the movement startled Chen Zhizhi.
"Master Yu, Master Yu!"
Chen Zhizhi rushed forward to stop Yu Chang, fearing that he would fight with Emperor Taihao here.
"Absolutely not, absolutely not!"
This is Guanwuyuan where my aunt and uncle used to live. It's not a training ground for gods to fight each other, and it can't withstand a few blows from them.
What's more, Song Zhuo and Ah Heng were only mortals. How could they have ever seen such a scene? If they really started fighting, the spiritual power leaking out from between their fingers would be enough to make everyone in the room drink a pot.
By that time, the wine hadn't even been served yet, but the person had been knocked down.
It's not good to hurt innocent people.
Chen Zhizhi bravely stood between Yu Chang and Tai Hao, but her body began to stiffen. She kept repeating in her heart: Aunt, oh aunt, please take care of Lord Yu.
"What are you doing?" Su Jianbai pushed Wen Liangyi aside, standing in front of Chen Zhizhi. "Yu Chang, don't think you—"
After a moment of silence, what Chen Zhizhi expected did not happen.
Yu Chang's questioning gaze swept over her from above, making her tremble and feel a little puzzled.
No, nothing's wrong?
This commotion naturally drew Wen Yu's attention. "Yu Chang?"
Yu Chang withdrew his gaze, not even bothering to give Su Jianbai any glances. He lowered his head and explained to Wen Yu, "There's some noise outside. I'll go check it out."
"I'll go with you." Wen Yu said as he was about to get up.
She has been worried and anxious for days, and has never had a moment of peace. Yu Chang naturally wouldn't want her to run around with him again.
"It will only take a moment. Please wait here." Yu Chang pressed Wen Yu's forearm with one hand and asked her to sit down again.
Wen Yu was indeed dazed for a moment, and then he stopped insisting, "Go quickly and come back soon."
The black robe floated, and Yu Chang was swept away like a gust of wind, leaving Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai looking at each other in bewilderment.
On one side, there was a cold confrontation, neither side would give in, while on the other side, there were kind words and repeated instructions...
Looking at the direction where Yu Chang left, Chen Zhizhi couldn't help but turn around and glance at Tai Hao behind him. It seemed obvious who was more important between Lord Yu and Tai Hao in his aunt's heart.
Hiss, did she guess wrong?
At the same time, Dan Qing looked at Yu Chang disappearing behind the door and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems that now is about time for what his master asked him to do to come true.
But he couldn't figure out what his master's intention was no matter how hard he tried.
Zhuoyingdian and Yuchang, the monster, had never had any dealings before, but now it seemed like they were arguing with each other. First, they wanted him to stop someone outside the mausoleum, and now they wanted him to...
Will it damage his merits?
Dan Qing lay dejectedly on the table, not thinking about why his master broke his vow of abstinence from alcohol, and even less able to notice the changes quietly happening around him.
"Song Xuechuan." Wen Liang saw this and quickly signaled to Song Zhuo, "Hurry up and have dinner!"
If they delay any longer, they may not be able to have a hot meal tonight. It doesn't matter to them, but Wen Xiaobao and Zhao Qiying cannot starve.
Song Zhuo understood immediately and ordered the banquet to begin and the dishes to be served.
A stream of delicacies was served on the table, but Wen Yu had no appetite. She tapped the tabletop intermittently with the diamond-shaped cup between her fingers, her eyes lingering on the rippling wine.
She had tasted Xiaoxue wine before. It was clear and crisp with a cool fragrance, which was very different from the sweetness of loquat.
She opened her mouth in confusion, but didn't know who to tell.
There were countless dishes of various kinds on the table, and everyone was talking lively during the meal.
Chen Zhizhi was annoyed by the noise of Su Jianbai and Wen Liangyi, and was pushing them away by holding one with one hand.
Wen Heng took care of Wen Yu and Zhao Qiying while accepting the bowl of soup from Song Zhuo. He said something to him, and Song Zhuo smiled awkwardly.
Song Yu and Jia Tingxi were discussing in low voices the recent official business in Jiangyang and the situation in Shangdu.
Suddenly, she missed Song Linsheng very much.
Unlike the Wangsheng Inn, at least when she was at Guanwuyuan, she had never experienced sitting alone like an outsider like this...
In the past, Song Linsheng would always be by her side, boiling snow and making tea, reading and painting, or simply doing nothing and just chatting with her.
Unconsciously, Wen Yu slid down and lay on the table. It seemed that only by burying his head could he not feel the surrounding hustle and bustle was too harsh.
She was thinking about saying goodbye to everyone and heading to Central Continent. If she stayed any longer here, she was afraid that the character she had cultivated in the Inn of Rebirth over the past few hundred years would be wasted.
In just half a minute, accompanied by a rustling of footsteps, Wen Heng's voice sounded in her ears.
"aunt?"
Wen Yu looked up in response, quickly concealing her loneliness and replacing it with a kind smile that suited her identity as an "aunt".
Sometimes, she felt that she had not changed much from more than a hundred years ago. Only when she looked at the younger generations in front of her did she truly realize the time that had slipped through her fingers.
"Ah Heng, what's wrong?"
"Juncheng has something to present to Auntie."
Somehow, after she said this, everyone who was still eating put down their chopsticks tacitly and looked over here.
Even the youngest, Zhao Qiying and Wen Bao, stopped looking at the tempting dishes on the table, not to mention the oldest, Song Yu, who now had a serious expression on his face and looked much older.
This scene made Wen Yu feel nervous.
"What you are talking about..."
Wen Yu didn't know if it was because of the Xiaoxue wine or something else, but she felt her breathing was fast and slow, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"What is it..."
She had a premonition, but she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
Wen Heng did not answer immediately, but looked at Chen Zhizhi.
The two of them stood up from the table tacitly, fetched water from the side to wash their hands, and Chen Zhizhi produced a black wooden box from somewhere, and handed it to Wen Heng to hold as he walked towards Wen Yu.
"Aunt, this thing has been here with me for hundreds of years." Chen Zhizhi stared blankly at Wen Heng's back, and in a trance seemed to see Sister Wenzhu from that year.
Looking over Wen Heng's shoulder, she smiled and said to Wen Yu, "It's time to return it to Auntie."
Her tone was casual, and she casually reviewed the past few hundred years while chatting and laughing.
The person who seemed to be left in the long river of time, repeatedly soaked, washed away, and drowned, the person who was suffocated... was not her.
If she hadn't mentioned it today, she would have almost forgotten the scene back then—
At that time, my mother was still a gardenia that had transformed into its original form. My father had to deal with official duties and take care of her, so he was often in a hurry.
Fortunately, Uncle Xiyan often brought Song Yuan and Wenzhu to help.
"Xiaozhi, when you grow up, remember to help me give something to Sister Wen." Wenzhu shook the rattle in her hand and said seriously.
Xi Yan laughed helplessly, "Azhu, how old is she? She might not even understand what I'm saying!"
"Yeah..." Wenzhu was deflated and became completely dejected.
But even though Xiyan said this, he turned around with a cautious expression, "You... do you understand, Xiaozhi?"
Song Yuan held the infant Chen Zhizhi in his arms, "Xiaozhi will definitely understand."
Chen Mian, who was watering a cluster of gardenias not far away, stopped and felt a mixture of joy and worry. "Now it seems that Xiaozhi is no different from an ordinary baby..."
If you live a safe, smooth and healthy life, it will be good.
But... I don't know how many years it will take for his wife to transform. It would be fine if he didn't live long enough, but he really wanted their little branch to be able to wait until that day.
"No!" Wenzhu retorted anxiously, but didn't know how to refute, "I, I'll wait for Xiaozhi to grow up!"
Everyone gathered around her and talked, with a smile on their face, making their small courtyard bustling with activity.
But as she was laughing, why did something drip into her palm?
Is it... tears?
At that time, she didn't know what Wenzhu was waiting for her to do when she grew up. It was not until Wenzhu's temples were gray and she was old, while she still had flying black hair and a young face, that she gradually realized the difference between herself and others.
"Xiaozhi, tell Sister Wen..." Wenzhu, with wrinkled skin and gray hair, forced her cloudy eyes to look at the youthful Chen Zhizhi, "I'll wait for her... wait for her to come back..."
The moment their eyes met, Chen Zhizhi seemed to see Sister Wenzhu looking at her from across the cradle.
At that time she was only a child of a few years old, but now she is already old.
Chen Zhizhi finally understood that the thing she wanted her to give to Sister Wen was...
"This is what Sister Wenzhu wanted to say to Aunt." Chen Zhizhi shrugged indifferently, trying not to look so serious.
But these words, separated by hundreds of years of time and the passage of time, and passed down from generation to generation by the Wen and Song families, how could she easily measure the thickness and depth of them?
She couldn't represent Wenzhu, couldn't represent Wenzhu's daughter Wenyuan, couldn't represent anyone in the Wen family...
Not knowing what to say, Chen Zhizhi fell silent for a moment.
Wen Yu was nervous and took the lacquer box from Wen Heng's hands uncontrollably.
Neatly stacked there were well-preserved letters.
Thanks to Chen Zhizhi's spiritual power, the words on the letter were still clearly visible, as if they had just been written, which made Wen Yu feel dazed.
Ah Zhu.
The skinny little girl from that day seemed to appear in front of Wen Yu again. She was holding a kite in one hand and a candied haws in the other, and was looking at Wen Yu with a smile.
"Sister Wen, which one do you think I should buy?" She seemed to be in a dilemma and looked at her purse again and again with her head down.
It wasn't that her wallet was empty, but she was tired of living in a state of uncertainty, so she was always extra frugal with money.
"Of course..." Wen Yu held his chin up as if thinking, and then changed the subject, "Of course I'll take both of them."
Food and entertainment are different, so how can they be easily compared?
Whether you take this or give up that, you will always miss it in your heart.
"Ah? But..." She was still hesitating, making a final struggle in her mind.
Song Linsheng selected some clothing fabrics suitable for children, bought some calligraphy books for Ah Zhu, and picked out some paperweights for Ah Yuan. "Boss, please pay the bill."
Obviously, the kite and candied haws in Ah Zhu's hands are also among them.
Seeing him pay so skillfully, Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, Ah Zhu, your brother Song is very wealthy and can afford it."
Still smiling gently, Song Linsheng said nothing.
Actually...it's our own shop, but why should we alarm Xiaoyu about such a small matter?
"But……"
Silently looking at the items Song Linsheng picked, and then looking at the things in her own hands, Ah Zhu's tone gradually changed from struggling to thinking.
"I don't want either of these!" Ah Zhu put down the kite and candied haws and pointed at something else. "I want this!"
Wen Yu took a look and saw that the object she was attracted to was an abacus. "Are you serious?"
"Yes!" Ah Zhu nodded affirmatively, extremely confident in her choice, "I want to learn arithmetic!"
"Even if you are learning arithmetic, you don't have to put the kites and candied haws back." Song Linsheng raised his eyes and signaled the shopkeeper to pack them together.
Ah Zhu waved her hands repeatedly, refusing in every possible way. "When I learn to read and do arithmetic, I won't be short of kites and candied haws!"
She wasn't just talking about the present, and certainly not just about kites and candied haws.
After understanding the meaning of her words, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other and no longer insisted.
Give a man a fish and teach him how to fish.
Song Linsheng naturally understood this truth, and she was happy to see it happen.
…
Thinking of the now wealthy Wen family, and the literary records in the streets and alleys, Ah Zhu must have learned the abacus very well back then, right?
Wen Yu lost the strength in her hands and could barely hold the letter.
"Sister Wenyu, it's like seeing you in person."
"Perhaps by the time you read this letter, Brother Yuan and I will have turned into a pile of yellow dust and two wandering souls."
"Hmm... I think it must be, I don't know."
"I heard Uncle Xiyan talk about Sister Wen's matter."
"Uncle Xiyan, Aunts Azhu and Abai, and Uncle Song are very kind to us."
"Just go do your thing."
…
"Uncle Xiyan didn't return to Shangdu. After my two aunts got married, they came back to the Wen family to help me."
"Business is tough, but I can handle it."
"By the way, the capital for this business was given to me by Uncle Xiyan. He said it was given to you by Brother Linsheng's brother and sister-in-law."
"Now that it's been given to me, I will definitely manage it well."
…
"I'm moving out of the house and moving into another residence. The Song residence is great, and Brother Yuan is a good manager, but I want to open another residence."
"Because of this, there is a family with the surname Wen in Jiangyang."
"Wen Yanzi, this liar, actually said that there is no family with the surname Wen in Jiangyang. It's obvious that there has been one since you and me."
"If Sister Wen comes back, she won't be lost."
…
"When will you be back, Sister Wen?"
"Sister Wen...will she come back?"
…
"I am getting married today. Uncle Xiyan and my two aunts are my elders."
"I'm very happy they're here, but when I'm serving tea, I still think, if only Sister Wen and Brother Song were here..."
…
"Both my aunts have had new babies and have invited me to attend their baptism ceremonies. What should I bring?"
"We have countless treasures and even more money at home, but after much thought, I think it would be better if I took the abacus with me."
"Sister Wen, Uncle Xiyan has suddenly grown gray hair recently and is very sentimental. He said he's getting old and asked you to come back quickly."
…
"I found that Xiaozhi was different from others, just as I expected."
"While I'm delighted that these letters might lead to a day when I can actually meet you, Sister Wen, I'm also worried about Xiaozhi. Can she accept her own unusualness?"
…
"Sister Wen, come back."
“Even if it’s not done, so what?”
"Come back."
The handwriting of the last few sentences is not as steady as before, and it seems that the traces of aging can be seen in the trembling of the person holding the pen.
Wen Yu held the letter carefully, fearing that the tenderness and waiting between the lines would be disturbing.
She could imagine the little Wenzhu lying on the table, and she could also describe the capable appearance of the grown-up Wen, and even outline the style of the white-haired but still elegant old lady Wen...
Thinking of this, Wen Yu belatedly looked up at Chen Zhizhi, but her heart was far less calm than she appeared.
Perhaps she was simply too shocked to accurately express the earth-shaking feeling hidden beneath her calm exterior.
"Chizhi..."
When the mountains and seas are level, the world changes.
Ah Zhu's life has a beginning and an end, but Zhizhi's waiting will never end.
What was Zhizhi thinking while she was crying for Ah Zhu?
"Aunt, Aunt..."
His lips moved as Chen Zhizhi spoke with great difficulty.
But no matter how hard she tried to control herself, she still couldn't help crying the next moment.
Ever since she met her aunt again in the cave, she had been immersed in the joy of meeting her. Then, many things happened one after another, leaving her no time to think.
Was this joy the joy of seeing my aunt, or was it the relief of finally fulfilling the trust entrusted by an old friend?
It had been a long time since she had released her emotions so openly.
At first, she had her father to rely on, her mother to depend on, and Ah Zhu and Ah Yuan as playmates. She could live as she pleased and cry and laugh as she pleased.
But since when, the calm and upright brother Ayuan has been unable to face aging. She has also begun to regard Azhu, whom she has always regarded as a sister, as a younger generation who needs to be cared for. The passing of her father and the departure of her mother...
Everything was developing unstoppably, and only she was left behind.
She promised Ah Zhu that she would wait for her aunt in Jiangyang, give these letters to her aunt, take care of the younger generations of the Wen and Song families, and...
There are so many things to do.
No one forced her to stay in Jiangyang, but the promise she made had become an obsession in her heart.
She has been losing things since the beginning of her life. Perhaps only on the day she meets her aunt can she experience a little bit of "gain".
This sporadic hope was like wine in a glass, she kept adding water to it and drinking it again and again.
Until she could hardly taste it, she often asked herself -
Is immortality a blessing or a curse for monsters?
"Auntie—" Chen Zhizhi ran as fast as he could and threw himself into Wen Yu's arms.
Fortunately, fortunately this day finally came for her.
Wen Yu hugged the person in her arms and called softly, "Zhizhi, Zhizhi..."
Zhibai will probably blame her.
Zhizhi was the child she and Chen Mian had after much difficulty, but Wen Yu had wasted a hundred years in the human world just for her.
If it weren't for her, Zhizhi would have had a vast world to himself, whether it was seeking immortality or traveling around the world, instead of being trapped in this small space of Jiangyang.
She is guilty, she is cowardly...
If she had a little... a little... she would have asked Zhizhi to fulfill her wish sooner and escape from the mundane world.
Everyone was silent, even Wen Liangyi, who usually talked the most, stopped talking.
Everyone knew about Chen Zhizhi's situation, but when it came to comforting him, they didn't know what to say.
They had never experienced those years and could not truly empathize with her. Even Wen Heng, who had been closest to her since childhood, was unable to express his feelings.
"Xiaozhi..." Wen Heng patted Chen Zhizhi's back gently and slowly helped her calm down, just like he usually did when coaxing Xiaobao.
She vaguely knew that every time she called Zhizhi "Xiaozhi", she would be particularly happy, but she didn't expect that behind these two words was Xiaozhi's past that he had never mentioned.
Su Jianbai looked left and right, wanting to say something but unable to get a word in.
He had never seen the ferocious Chen Xiaodao cry.
Watching her trembling in Wen Yu's arms, Su Jianbai felt for no reason that her previous indiscriminate accusation that he had cheated on her wasn't so despicable anymore...
"Where is the person? Take me there!"
Suddenly, from afar, a questioning voice broke through the window, which was particularly catchy in the silence of the room.
This was followed by a man's gentle exhortation, "Bishan, be careful."
Wen Yu was just wondering when Wen Liangyi suddenly stood up.
He was very familiar with this voice, but he couldn't help but ask with suspicion: "Big... Big Brother?"
Before Wen Yu could ask him in detail, the door was pushed open heavily.
The cold wind mixed with the night snow rushed into the room, bringing with it the fragrance of the person who came in.
A unisex fragrance that is unisex.
Wen Yu narrowed her eyes and saw two men walking into the inner room together. The one in the lead was graceful and suave, while the one following closely was dignified and gentle.
She didn't recognize the one in front, but the one behind looked about 70% like Wen Liangyi, and was probably the "big brother" he mentioned.
"Aunt!" The newcomer was very polite and walked straight towards Wen Yu, leaving Song Zhuo and the others behind. "Chen Zhizhi, let's squeeze in."
As he said that, he threw himself into Wen Yu's arms without any hesitation.
The cloak made of crimson brocade and decorated with fox fur moved with it, and the pearls on the golden crown also swayed, which showed that he was in a state of panic.
Before Wen Yu could react, the person was already in front of her. However, after close contact, she realized belatedly that although the person was dressed as a man, she was actually a real woman.
This is?
She was just wondering when she saw Song Zhuo and the others all stood up to greet her, even Song Yu, the oldest and most accomplished person here, was no exception.
Wen Yu vaguely had some guesses about the identity of the visitor, but he couldn't be completely sure.
"Aunt, this is Prince Chengping's Chen Bi." Wen Liangyi avoided the gazes of those beside him and weakly continued to introduce, "This is my eldest brother, Wen Liangjian."
Looking at the four sons of the Wen family, his eldest brother Wen Liangjian is the most talented and is the living signboard of the Wen family academy, while his brother Wen Liangyi...
Daddy always said that he was the academy's admissions officer, cough cough.
He both loved and feared this young talent and famous elder brother.
The second and third brothers would still take him fishing and catching birds, but the eldest brother...
The eldest brother became famous early, lived far away from home, had big ideas, and even wrote books and created his own school of thought.
Wait! Why is his elder brother with Prince Taiping?
Wen Liangyi looked up suddenly, but only saw Wen Liangjian with a calm expression. He greeted Wen Yu calmly, "Bo Hui greets aunt."
"Don't say that! I'm no longer some so-called King Chengping." Chen Bi took the time to glance at Wen Liangyi and snorted.
But having said that, she still straightened her expression and stood up from Wen Yu's arms, "Aunt, just call me by my nickname, Bishan."
Wen Yu opened his mouth, unable to adapt to the changes before him.
"What's wrong?" asked Song Yu, who had been silent all the time.
He came from Shangdu and didn't hear any news along the way.
"It's just those rotten things. Perhaps the news of the emperor's will will spread far and wide in no time." Chen Bi said lightly, as if he didn't take it to heart at all. "By then, what kind of King Taiping will I still be? I'm afraid I won't even be able to return to the capital."
"Your Highness, what do you mean?" After all, Jia Tingxi was the prefect of Jiangyang, and was much more sensitive politically than Song Zhuo and the others.
Chen Bi raised his eyes and looked at Jia Tingxi with a smile, "It means that I have to make a living in your Jiangyang Mansion from now on."
It's been a long time since we last met, and Jia Tingxi is still so serious, even more rigid than Wen Liangjian.
"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Jia Tingxi knew that this was not the time to speak, so he had to change the subject and laugh with Shen Bi, "This humble official will definitely make a bed to welcome you."
"Eh? I wouldn't dare." Chen Bi laughed even more freely and joked with him, "What subordinate? It was you who didn't stay in Shangdu that day and wanted to go back to your hometown to guard Jiangyang."
Jia Tingxi no longer refuted, which showed that it was true.
After all, the Jia family has lived in Jiangyang for generations, and he doesn't want to leave here.
He studied and became an official not to leave Jiangyang, but to better return to Jiangyang and protect Jiangyang.
"Let's not talk about these useless things." Chen Bi clapped his hands and got back to the topic.
She lifted her robe and knelt on one knee, looking at the heartbroken Wen Yu and the tear-stained Chen Zhizhi. From the letter papers spread on the table, she roughly knew what had happened before she arrived.
She didn't want to say anything extra, so she just said directly: "Aunt, I came to Bishan in a hurry and didn't bring those things with me. I only brought a message."
She had chewed over those words countless times, and even without the letter, she could recite them by heart.
"Chen Chuo and Song Shuangcheng will always be your elder sister and brother. No one blames you. We just hope you can return to Jiangyang soon and stop torturing yourself."
She repeated the words in the letter in a solemn tone, which made Wen Yu feel confused in a trance.
Looking at Chen Bi in front of him, Wen Yu seemed to see Sister Chen Chuo and Brother Shuang Cheng from that day.
Confused for a moment, she was speechless.
Come back to Jiangyang early?
In fact, since Song Linsheng's death and her entry into the Inn of Rebirth, for more than three hundred years... she has never returned to Jiangyang.
She couldn't tell whether she was focused on finding Song Linsheng's whereabouts or she couldn't face the gazes of the crowd.
All along, she thought that everyone would blame her and resent her, but in the end, all she got was a sentence "Go back to Jiangyang soon". How could she feel?
——It was her narrow-mindedness, her cowardice, and the fact that she never had the courage to set foot in Jiangyang.
If it weren't for her master's order, she wouldn't have passed by Jiangyang this time. If she hadn't met Zhizhi, she couldn't guarantee that she would return to the Song residence.
she……
"Azhu was always worried that her aunt would get lost when she returned, and she was thinking about setting up a new residence every day."
Chen Zhizhi picked up the letter papers on the table and carefully put them into the lacquer box.
"I'm afraid she started planning and raising funds the day she decided to take her aunt's surname, Wen."
Ah Zhu's academic performance is no worse than Ah Yuan's. She changed her career path to business, probably because she wanted to use the convenience of doing business to find out about her aunt.
The facts were before her eyes, but Wen Yu was ashamed to face them. "It's just that I made her wait in vain and waste half her life..."
"No!" Chen Zhizhi retorted without hesitation. She held Wen Yu's hand, hoping to give her some strength. "It's not a waste if I don't have time to wait."
"As long as Auntie returns to Jiangyang, all our efforts will be worth it." Wen Heng held back his tears, feeling that he was the luckiest member of the Wen family. "Even if Ah Zhu couldn't meet Auntie, the Wen family saw her for her across a hundred years."
Wen Yu covered most of her face with one hand, making it impossible to see her expression, but her uncontrollable shaking shoulders and the tears leaking between her fingers still betrayed her current defeat and collapse.
Everyone was waiting for her to come back, helping her run the shop and setting up a literary house for her, just so that she could come back one day.
"I don't know, I don't know..."
She didn't know everyone would wait for her like this. She thought everyone should hate her, how could it be...
Back then at Naihe Bridge, whenever Xiyan Song Bo and others came, she would hide in the Rebirth Inn and pretend to be sick, using the excuse of asking the Black and White Impermanence to work for her.
It's not that she didn't have the chance to see them, she just didn't have the face to see them. Naturally, she didn't know that Wenzhu and the others still missed her, wrote to her, and asked their descendants to wait for her for generations.
"I, I..." Wen Yu's voice was intermittent and he couldn't put together a complete sentence.
Like a flood bursting through a dam, the emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally found a breakthrough, and Wen Yu finally cried out loud.
In the silent inner room, everyone looked at each other in silence, and only the flickering candlelight kept her company.
"It's too late. It's too late to say anything now..."
The hometown is still there, but the old friends are hard to find. Things and people have changed, nothing is like yesterday.
"I can't go back..."
Chen Bi looked at Chen Zhizhi beside her, and she didn't know what to say.
In such a situation, any verbal comfort would be futile, but she still tried her best to signal to Chen Zhizhi to start a conversation.
There was silence, and Chen Zhizhi shook his head.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Song Zhuo's eyes flashed. It seemed that... there was not no way out. He even had some understanding of what his brother had done before.
"Sister Heng——" Song Zhuo called in a low voice, winking at her.
Wen Heng turned around half-comprehendingly, but before he could figure out what was wrong with Song Zhuo, he heard another noise coming out of nowhere.
"Xiaoyu..."
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