Chapter 322 First Release I wish every year would be like this one. ...
New Year’s Eve banquet, Guanwuyuan.
The days are short in the twelfth lunar month. Amid the busy footsteps of people coming in and out, it seemed that dusk soon fell and the yard was filled with falling snow.
Wen Yu sat on the couch by the window, rubbing her eyes in a hazy state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and looked out through the gaps in the carvings—
"Su Jianbai, a little to the left, a little to the left." Wen Liangyi stood at the stone steps of the main entrance, his arms folded across his chest, looking like a commander. "The one on the right is too high, Zhizhi."
Su Jianbaimei's heart was beating fast, and Chen Zhizhi's fists were clenched again and again, but he still followed Wen Liangyi's instructions and moved the position of the Spring Festival couplets again and again.
"What's wrong?" Zhizhi asked patiently, turning around.
Wen Si has always been like this, and she has long been accustomed to it.
But Su Jianbai was not so supportive. "If it's too high or too low, you can put it on yourself!"
If this were at home, how could he be the one to do these chores? It was only because Chen Xiaodao said that the human world was different from Qingqiu with Su that he reluctantly stayed.
"That's unacceptable." Wen Liangyi smiled, clearly not taking his threat seriously. "How can I, an injured person, do hard labor?"
After spending these days together, it turned out that Su Jianbai was just a young man with a tough mouth but a soft heart, so naturally everyone treated him without the restraint they had when they first met him.
"Xiao Si, hurry up and finish pasting it and come inside." Song Yu stood in the corridor, holding Wen Bao in one hand and the New Year lantern in the other. "It's cold outside."
Song Zhuo glanced at him lazily, a barely perceptible smile spreading across the corners of his lips. Anyway, Wen Liangyi was someone who couldn't be persuaded, so he didn't want to waste his breath on him.
"Sister Heng." He handed over a lantern that he had just painted.
After lighting the candle inside, Wen Heng hung up the lamp under the flickering flames. He then continued with a smile, "Brother Yu is right—it's cold outside, so the injured should be exposed to less wind."
"Hahahahahahaha——" Wen Bao couldn't stop laughing when he saw his brothers and sisters teaming up to tease someone.
Song Zhuo withdrew his empty palm, smiled and shook his head.
"Well..." Wen Liangyi was suddenly embarrassed for a moment.
His tricks were totally not enough against Brother Yu and Sister Heng, not to mention that his eldest brother was still here.
Under the playful gazes of Su Jianbai and Zhizhi, Wen Liangyi asked weakly across the threshold, "Your Highness, have you finished writing the word 'Fu'?"
It is snowy and cold outside, but the hot pot is boiling inside.
"Please wait a moment, Xiao Si." Chen Bi was writing attentively, holding a pen in one hand and holding his sleeve with the other.
The aroma of pine soot ink wafted out from the inkstone. When Wen Liang saw that it was almost done, he stopped grinding and waited quietly by her side.
This picture... looks very much like the time when Song Linsheng taught her calligraphy.
Wen Yu's heart trembled, and he felt his eyes getting hot and his throat getting tight.
Why, why do I keep thinking about what happened back then? Isn't Song Linsheng by her side now?
What is she missing? And what is she...worrying about?
No, Song Linsheng——
Under the candlelight, the night snow turned from icy blue to warm yellow. Song Linsheng put down his oil-paper umbrella in front of the door, picked up a few branches of winter plum blossoms and held them in his arms. "Xiaoyu?"
A familiar voice rang out, causing Wen Yu to shudder, and the sense of unreality in his mind vanished. "Hmm?"
Song Linsheng's eyes froze for a moment, but then he quickly returned to normal. "I took some plum blossom snow water and boiled it. I'll use it to brew Jingting Green Buds after dinner."
"You..." Wen Yu nodded, looking at the moisture between his eyebrows, "Your injuries haven't even healed yet, why are you running around?"
She had hardly slept in the past few days, and just now she couldn't bear it anymore and rested for a while, but when she woke up, she looked around the yard inside and out, but there was no one there.
She had experienced this feeling of panic once before on New Year's Eve three hundred years ago.
Song Linsheng seemed to have not expected Wen Yu to be so angry. He froze in his tracks, "I..."
He held a goose yellow dot in front of him, and the fragrance of wintersweet floated with it.
Before he could say anything, Wen Yu quickly got off the bed and rushed forward, hugging him tightly in his arms, "It's snowing heavily outside, don't run around."
She was afraid that he would disappear and that something unexpected would happen to him.
Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened in an instant——
It was a long-awaited hug in hundreds of years.
Like a glacier melting and spring water rippling, Song Linsheng raised his eyebrows and immediately hugged Wen Yu tightly, "I won't."
The cloak on her shoulders brushed against Song Linsheng's nose, and the furry touch made the most real and sensitive part of his heart feel very soft.
"Still laughing!" Wen Yu let go of his hand, took off his cloak and wrapped Song Linsheng tightly.
The noise caused the wintersweet branches in his arms to tremble.
Song Linsheng just stood there obediently, letting her toss and turn without refusing, "Is it tied?"
Wen Yu was wondering why Song Linsheng would never wear her cloak in the past... But she didn't stop moving her hands and tied the laces into a beautiful knot.
She now knows how to tie a bow, and no longer has to wait for Song Linsheng to put on a cloak for her.
But before Wen Yu could feel proud for a moment, Song Linsheng put La Mei into her hands, picked her up sideways and put her on the couch.
"You--" Everything changed so quickly that Wen Yu couldn't even react.
Only the fragrance of wintersweet surged and filled her whole body.
Song Linsheng untied his cloak and covered Wen Yu with it, then pinched the corner of her clothes. "Xiaoyu, wait a moment. I'll go light some incense."
After saying this, he turned around and moved the fumigation cage.
Even though he had not set foot in Guanwuyuan for hundreds of years, his familiarity with its furnishings remained unchanged.
A faint chill emanated from the air, and Song Linsheng replaced the cold-warding incense that was originally burning in the incense burner with the spring message in the snow.
There was charcoal burning in the inner room, and he was afraid that Wen Yu would feel suffocated by the warm incense.
Watching his skillful movements, Wen Yu gradually fell into deep thought, as if she had returned to the days when she was taken care of in every possible way.
Song Linsheng came back, and those days came back too.
It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back.
Wen Yu's tense nerves gradually relaxed. The chill of spring in the snow mixed with the elegance of wintersweet made her feel much calmer.
When Song Linsheng's hands were empty, he boiled some snow water, took out a green jade porcelain bottle and sat beside Wen Yu.
Wen Yu put the wintersweet still in her arms into the vase with the help of Song Linsheng's hand, and her heart finally settled down completely.
Arranging flowers, making tea, listening to the snow, and burning incense were all things she and Song Linsheng used to do in front of the window, but now they are a little rusty at them.
After all, she had never done these things again in the three hundred years at the Rebirth Inn.
"Ouch—" Wen Liangyi was holding Chen Bi's calligraphy in his hands and gesturing in front of the door when someone kicked him in the butt. "Who! Who attacked me—"
He almost wished his aunt a happy new year on the threshold.
Wen Yu looked outside following the sound and saw Wen Liangyi standing up mumbling something, looking like he would not give up.
"What are you doing blocking the door?" Wen Yanzi was leading Dan Qing on the left and Ming Kun on the right. She was looking down at Wen Liangyi with a smile on her face.
The latter was about to show his power, but suddenly the tiger turned into a cat, and said incomparably, "Second...Second Uncle?"
Wen Yanzi suppressed a smile and hummed indifferently before walking straight in. "It's a rare reunion today, so why don't we have the banquet at Guanwu Courtyard?"
Dishes were served one after another, and by the time Wen Yu saw them, the table was already full.
Yan Zi didn't seem to want to discuss it with her. Wen Yu smiled and exchanged a glance with Song Linsheng beside her. It was obvious that some people were still angry.
"Let Yanzi arrange everything." Wen Yu remembered that she had often frightened Wen Yanzi in the past, so it would be okay to let him take charge now.
Song Linsheng smiled and asked knowingly, "Are you using the helper I found for you?"
"I've enjoyed it, I've enjoyed it very much." Wen Yanzi clapped her hands and moved aside nonchalantly.
Danqing and Mingkun, who showed their heads directly at the back, could only be described as looking dusty and dirty.
"This..." Wen Yu had thought that this would be the scene, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent.
Dan Qing's forehead still had a few sparkling eyes, and she was the first to speak: "He actually...asked me to control the water and wash the vegetables."
"And...command me to control the fire and burn wood." Ming Kun was much calmer, but he couldn't hide his embarrassment with his face covered in soot.
Wen Yanzi said without a trace of guilt, "Okay, wash your face and have dinner."
I don’t know who was in the kitchen who didn’t want to take a break and insisted on staying in Guanwuyuan to show his face.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, both remaining silent and trying hard to suppress their laughter.
At this time, Chen Bi and Wen Liangjian had just put away the writing materials on the table. Coincidentally, Song Zhuo and others had just finished hanging up the lights and came in. When everyone was almost there, they gathered around the table, waiting for Wen Yu and Song Linsheng to take their seats.
"Today is a family dinner, please sit wherever you like." Wen Yu is not a person who is particular about etiquette, nor does he care about the so-called order.
"Auntie, are you serious?" Wenbao was the first to pick up his bowl and move it. "Then I want to sit next to Brother Jiming."
Song Linsheng chuckled and said, "Your aunt never tells lies."
When he saw Wenbao, it was as if he had seen Wenzhu that day.
The sun and the moon rotate, and the stars shine forever, so what is the reference for time?
"Come and sit here, no one will take it away from you." Song Zhuo stood up tactfully and let Wen Bao sit in his seat.
Wen Liangyi quickly forgot about the awkwardness and couldn't help but joke, "Yeah, Wen Xiaobao—as long as you don't want to sit between your aunt and uncle, you can sit anywhere."
"Xiao Si, you're talking nonsense again." Wen Liang frowned and looked at his worrying brother with disapproval.
Wen Yu, however, didn't take it seriously and advised, "It's okay, let him talk."
Wen Xiaosi is usually restrained by several older brothers, so it is not natural for him to develop such a tough character. I am afraid that the discipline is too strict and has the opposite effect.
"If talking can fill your stomach, then keep talking." Wen Yanzi invited everyone to sit down, acting more like a boss than Song Zhuo. "Otherwise, let's prepare the banquet."
Wen Yu smiled at Wen Yanzi, then glanced at everyone present, and it seemed that someone was missing -
"Won't you wait for me before the banquet starts?" Zang Ling walked in and sat down next to someone. "Wen Yanzi?"
Wen Yanzi paused, but ignored Zang Ling's words and concentrated on the work in her hands.
I wonder how long it will take to count several sets of bowls and chopsticks?
Wen Yu glanced at the strange atmosphere between the two and had to speak first to break the deadlock, "I thought I was a god and returned to Cangling Immortal Mountain."
When she spoke with Song Linsheng in the afternoon, she indeed thought that Zang Ling would not come.
Cang Ling knew what Wen Yu was thinking at a glance. She was originally planning to leave, but she thought that the brat Wen Yanzi must have done it on purpose. If she really went back to Cang Ling Fairy Mountain, wouldn't that be exactly what he wanted?
"Just imitating the Emperor." She didn't reply to Wen Yu, but spoke to Song Linsheng indifferently.
Song Linsheng frowned, wondering why he had anything to do with this. "There's no Emperor Taihao here."
He is now just Song Linsheng, and he only acts as Song Linsheng.
Seeing this, Wen Yu hurriedly patted Song Linsheng's palm. He seemed to be particularly sensitive to the word Taihao, and she didn't know whether it was good or bad.
Even if it was to seek identity recognition, she didn't want him to abandon himself.
With Wen Yu's comfort, Song Linsheng finally felt relieved. He didn't know what medicine Zang Ling was selling in his gourd.
"Then there's no Divine Lord Zang Ling either." Zang Ling didn't intend to embarrass him and immediately continued, "I also have a common name, Li Zhixian."
After these words came out, Wen Yanzi's movements were obviously slowed down. After a long silence, he finally found his voice, "Mutton hot pot, crucian carp with scallions, drunken crab with Huadiao wine, duck with bird's nest and eight treasures, shark fin and lotus cake..."
As he named the dishes one by one, Zang Ling's expression inexplicably dimmed.
Most people eat these during festivals, so she didn't have much hope. She just didn't expect that when the time really came, she would still feel a little disappointed.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yanzi paused for a moment, and then brought out a few more dishes from nowhere, "Fresh mushrooms and choy sum, washed spring shredded vegetables, and chestnut and winter bamboo shoots."
Zang Ling's eyes lit up, she knew that Wen Yanzi would definitely not forget that she did not eat meat.
"Please have your meal—" Wen Yu's eyes flickered between Zang Ling and Yan Zi, suppressing a smile as she said, "Li Zhixian."
Just let her Song Linsheng go.
Zang Ling turned her eyes away unnaturally. God knows how much courage and perseverance it took for her to turn back.
Facing Wen Yanzi, she was completely helpless.
"Uncle, is there something missing?" Wen Liangyi was most concerned about the Lotus Leaf Crisp Mountain. He really wanted to know what it tasted like when eaten in winter.
Wen Yanzi usually disliked Wen Liangyi's talkativeness, but now it made him feel relieved. "It's indispensable."
"Yes, it is really indispensable." Chen Zhizhi's eyes were full of pride. Although she couldn't do it, there were people who could.
Su Jianbai also laughed at him for being surprised by something he had never seen before, "Have you not gone to see the Xunfang Pond in the courtyard? It is now filled with flowers and leaves."
"What?" Wen Liangyi slammed the table and stood up, as if he was about to rush out immediately.
Fortunately, his eldest brother Wen Liangjian pushed the man down and said, "Xiao Si, it's not too late to go after dinner."
Everyone was discussing the matter at once, their curiosity hard to conceal.
Wen Yu remembered Yan Zi's words "Looking for your uncle" and looked at Song Linsheng belatedly, "What did you do?"
"Some little tricks." Song Linsheng smiled softly, without any complacency.
Wen Yu pondered for a moment. She had never seen it with her own eyes, so it was hard to be sure. "Is it a trick?"
"I was born in a thousand-year-old lotus in the far east, so I was contaminated by its scent. It is very easy to make lotus leaves grow." Song Linsheng shook his head slightly. He would not use any tricks to deceive Yanzi.
Wen Yu put a piece of Hua Diao crab into Song Linsheng's bowl and said without asking any more questions, "Eat."
This seemed to be the first time he talked about his origins.
"Yeah." Song Linsheng nodded with a smile, and began to knock on the crab for a while, but finally placed the complete crab roe and crab paste on the Wenyu plate.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment and shook his head helplessly.
She remembered that it was Song Linsheng who took her to experience the world in the beginning. She wanted to change her identity, but she didn't expect that Song Linsheng would still have to take care of her now.
"Aunt, this is the Xiaoxue wine we brewed this year." Wen Heng filled a glass for Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem if you drink it."
Although I am a little worried, how can we have no wine during the New Year holidays?
Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng and immediately understood what Wen Heng meant. "Is it okay?"
It seems that Wen Heng has not forgotten the trouble caused by the jar of Xiaoxue wine that Song Zhuo brought out last time.
"The third time." Song Linsheng nodded with a smile and pointed out a number with Wenyu.
This was his third time drinking.
Wen Yu smiled knowingly. The third episode was right before her eyes. She had also witnessed the second episode, but she had never asked when, when, and where the first episode took place.
"Cheers to aunt!" Chen Zhizhi raised his glass first.
Wen Liangyi followed closely behind, "Respectfully, Uncle——"
"Cheers to Jiangyang Mansion and family harmony." Song Zhuo looked around and greeted all the brothers and sisters present.
Chen Bi smiled and responded to Song Zhuo in the same way, "Respect the great Zheng Dynasty and the prosperity of the people."
"Respect the mountains and the sea." Wen Yanzi was also filled with emotion.
Ever since he became the so-called second son of the Wen family, he has lost count of how many "big brothers" he has had over the past few hundred years. He has also seen countless role models of aristocratic families like Liang Jian and mischievous brats like Liang Yi.
But now, the two brothers Wen Liangjian and Liangyi are sitting here together to celebrate the New Year, not others. It is hard to say that this is not fate.
The corners of Zang Ling's lips, which were always straight, rose slightly. No matter how violent he was on ordinary days, he suddenly softened at this moment. "Greetings... on meeting you."
Wen Yu raised his glass and gestured to everyone, then turned to Song Linsheng and said, "Song Linsheng, this is the first year of the hundred years."
This was the first year that they had agreed to meet, but it came hundreds of years late.
"I only hope that every year will be like this year, Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he finally got what he wanted.
He believed that he and Xiaoyu would spend many more New Years together in the future.
Outside, snow was falling, and the sky was light blue. Inside the house, candlelight flickered, filling the room with warm light. The figures of people toasting each other were reflected on the window sashes, just like a vivid New Year's picture.
"I'm late—"
A sound from afar brings the visitor into the painting.
"I wanted to come earlier, but I'm busy with the Kitchen God Festival at home and can't get away."
Wen Yu stopped eating and looked over. It was Jia Tingxi, whom he hadn't seen for some time.
"Come in and warm up." Wen Heng hurriedly stood up and greeted.
Song Zhuo also went forward to take over the large and small bags and all the things that Jia Tingxi brought. "It's snowing heavily outside. What brought you here?"
"It's New Year's and other holidays, and the servants have all gone back home." Jia Tingxi patted the snow off his shoulders nonchalantly, took off his cloak and hung it aside, "I just walked over in a few steps, it's faster."
"What should we do then?" Song Yu hurriedly handed the hot water bottle that had been warming to Jia Tingxi and led him to a seat. "Be careful to keep it cool."
"Thank you, Brother Yu..." Jia Tingxi was not in a hurry to sit down. Instead, he greeted everyone politely, "Aunt, uncle, and happy New Year to all the brothers and sisters."
Chen Bi laughed at him for calling her "your humble servant" all day long, but now she finally remembered that they were brothers and sisters. "Master Jia, please have a drink to warm yourself up."
"Your Highness, what are you talking about? Today is a family dinner—" Jia Tingxi drank a glass of wine, and his face finally turned a little red. "Originally, when Xuechuan sent the news, I should have come to pay my respects to my aunt and uncle, but I was delayed by something. Please don't blame me."
"Since it's a family dinner, there's no need to be so formal." Wen Yu raised her sleeve to fill his glass with wine and said with a smile.
Song Linsheng hesitated a little, "This is..."
"They are the descendants of Yang Sheng." Wen Yu explained.
The Song family, the Wen family, and the Wen family are easy to think of and do not need to be specifically explained. However, Jia Tingxi is probably someone he cannot guess for the time being.
As expected, Song Linsheng was surprised. "It turns out...his surname is Jia."
When I said goodbye to Yang Sheng that day, I didn’t expect that one day it would end like this, but... it’s also very good, very good.
"That's right." Jia Tingxi was neither humble nor arrogant, and had a very dignified demeanor. "Jia Tingxi greets uncle."
"Calling him uncle is too different from the previous generation." Song Zhuo joked.
After all, he is the ancestor of the Song family. Now everyone follows his aunt and calls him uncle. Isn’t this taking advantage of his family?
"Song Xuechuan, stop it!" Wen Liangyi slapped Song Zhuo and immediately wanted to speak for Jia Tingxi.
Everyone chatted and laughed, and sat down around the table again.
"On my way here just now, I saw a lot of people gathered in front of the Temple of Hou Tu Niangniang." Jia Tingxi said in surprise. This is a rare sight.
Wen Liangyi's eyebrows raised, also finding it very strange. "The Hou Tu Niangniang Temple has always been in decline, and the incense has dwindled. Could it be that she has appeared again recently?"
After hearing what they said, Wen Yu suddenly remembered that Hou Tu had been freed from Gouwu Mountain, and it was only a matter of time before she returned to her position as a god.
When she has time, she will not ignore the people's prayers.
The Hou Tu Niangniang Temple has been silent for a hundred years, and it’s time to liven it up.
"It will become more and more prosperous in the future." Wen Yu said with a faint smile.
Jia Tingxi was slightly surprised and quickly asked, "Aunt, are you serious?"
"Since Auntie has spoken, she must be serious." Chen Bi knew a little about Gouwu Mountain, more clearly than anyone else. "You should allocate funds and manpower from the government office to repair the Houtu Temple when you have time."
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I'll take care of it when I get back." Jia Tingxi nodded seriously, but then changed the subject, "But for now, I'll give everyone the gifts I brought—"
Song Zhuo appeared at the right time, holding a bunch of things he brought with him, as if he had rehearsed it countless times. After all, such a situation happened every year.
It was nothing more than books for Sister Heng, inkstone for Xiaobao, dagger for him, sword for brother, business manual for the Wen brothers, all given away randomly.
Jia Tingxi called it - learning from the strengths of others.
"And mine." Seeing that the time was almost up, Wen Heng also stood up to get the holiday gift he had prepared.
The reason they gave each other □□ was just for fun.
Wen Liangjian gave him a look, and Wen Liangyi spontaneously understood what he meant and also took action.
Chen Bi didn't have as many things as them, so he only took out a thick stack of silver bills and house deeds from his sleeve, without making any distinction, and gave each person a stack.
"Bishan, you give me so much money every year." Wen Heng smiled and gave Chen Bi a rare item she had obtained through business. He felt that the contrast was really stark. "How can I spend it all?"
"Yes - Your Highness -" Wen Liangyi held the banknote in his hand, smiling so that his eyebrows were not visible.
Chen Bi knew he was joking, so he simply replied: "Your Majesty has nothing else to say, Your Majesty has a lot of money."
"Brother Jiming's star anise butterfly cakes, Brother Wen's candied haws, Song Xuechuan's candied haws, Wen Jibai's candied haws..." Wen Bao muttered to himself as he counted them, and then handed them to each of them one by one.
"Wen Fusheng." Song Zhuo closed his eyes, somewhat helplessly. "Why is it still candied haws this year? Only brother is having butterfly cakes?"
"Song Xuechuan..." Wen Bao bulged his eyes and blinked, "What do you want to do with me?"
Chen Zhizhi took out the amulets he had made and asked everyone to hang them on the sachets one by one, "New year, new peace."
"Do I have one too?" Su Jianbai stared blankly at the red triangle on his palm, somewhat unable to recover from his shock.
Chen Zhizhi paused, "Don't give it back to me!"
"I don't—" Su Jianbai stuffed the amulet into the sachet on his waist. "I don't want to return it to you, doesn't it?"
"You're quibbling with me!" Chen Zhizhi glared at a fox with hatred.
Everyone burst into laughter and it was extremely lively.
The four people on this side looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Is there such a thing during the New Year celebrations in the mortal world?" Zang Ling felt a little embarrassed.
Wen Yanzi beside him also felt a little guilty, "I have never celebrated the New Year in the human world..."
Song Linsheng was silent for a moment, then took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Wen Yu, "Xiaoyu, this is for you."
"This is..." Wen Yu's face was filled with surprise.
——It was her gilded ball, but it wasn’t there at Gouwu Mountain…
"This was originally part of the Wen Zhong, and I gave it to you by chance." Song Linsheng's cheeks flushed, perhaps from the alcohol or something else. "Now it's returned to its original owner."
"Coincidence?" Wen Yu immediately thought of someone and was very confused. "Is Wu Da your man?"
"How could it be?" Song Linsheng suddenly became anxious and hurriedly explained himself, "That day, Wen Zhong suppressed Gouwu Mountain, and the golden bell was damaged and scattered among the people..."
At that time, he had no intention of taking care of it, so he just let it go. Later, when he came down to earth to experience trials and tribulations, he had no time to take care of this matter.
"It was it that found you." Song Linsheng's eyebrows softened. Some things seemed to be predestined.
He didn't believe these things before, but now he has to believe them.
Wen Yu took it and rubbed the golden lines on it with his fingertips. "But I have nothing, nothing to give you..."
She didn't know that she had to prepare holiday gifts for the New Year, and she didn't have anything she could easily take out.
"Actually, there is one thing..." Song Linsheng's eyes flickered, and he thought for a long time.
Wen Yu rarely saw him with such a sly expression, and couldn't help but become curious, "What?"
"It's nothing... I meant you can give it to me later." Song Linsheng suddenly changed his tone and didn't mention it anymore.
This left Wen Yu completely confused.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow morning we have to go to the Wen family—" Wen Heng arranged for everyone at the table, instructing them one by one, "but no one can be absent—"
"Then we'll come to the Wen family on the second day, and go to the Jia family on the third day." Wen Liangyi counted on his fingers to see how many days of excitement were left. "The fourth day..."
Wen Bao fiddled with the holiday gifts he had received while reminding others, "We have to go to Zhao Qiying's house on the fourth day of the New Year."
"These are all easy to discuss, but the date of the fifteenth has not been decided yet." According to convention, Chen Bi would stay in Jiangyang until after the fifteenth before making other plans.
This year is different...
Song Zhuo raised his eyebrows and understood what Chen Bi meant. "Let's spend the fifteenth this year at Xianchun Cottage. My aunt and uncle are both here."
"That's a good suggestion." Jia Tingxi immediately followed up to help Song Zhuo, "It just so happens that I sent people to renovate and redecorate the Xianchun Cottage last time."
Wen Liangyi even raised his hands and feet in agreement, "Auntie, what do you say? Is it okay?"
Facing the sparkling eyes of the crowd, how could Wen Yu and Song Linsheng let them down?
"Of course." Wen Yu answered affirmatively.
Song Linsheng felt as if everything had returned to square one. It was truly wonderful. "I'll listen to Xiaoyu."
They had just finished their discussion and before they could even finish their words, the sounds of commotion from the streets outside could be heard from afar, and could be heard clearly even in the courtyard.
"Shengsheng——" it seemed like someone was shouting.
When Wen Yu's gaze drifted over, Song Linsheng was confused for a moment. It couldn't be that she was calling him?
Although she knew that he was mistaking her for someone else, Wen Yu suppressed her smile and did not explain.
"That's Yingying's voice." Wenbao put down his bowl and chopsticks and was about to go out. "It's Yingying who's here to see me setting off firecrackers."
"Xiao Zhuo, the snow is heavy and the roads are slippery." Song Yu gently warned, "You should go with Xiao Bao."
"Sister Heng, come along too." Song Zhuo nodded in agreement, then turned to invite Wen Heng, "I heard that this year's lanterns are more beautiful than in previous years."
"In that case, why don't you go too, Brother Yu?" Wen Heng asked tentatively, "You haven't been back to Jiangyang for a long time, why don't you go out and take a look?"
Seeing that no one had come to a conclusion, Jia Tingxi simply suggested, "There's a lantern festival tonight, why don't we go and have some fun together."
This statement has received widespread response.
After Su Jianbai drank two glasses of wine, he immediately dragged Chen Zhizhi out and said, "Hurry up, I want to see how people celebrate the New Year."
Seeing this, everyone also started to move and followed behind with a smile.
"Is this your first time in the human world?" Wen Yanzi asked sullenly, with a sense of suddenness in her voice.
Zang Ling was quietly chewing her winter bamboo shoots. When she heard this, she thought she was hallucinating. "What do you mean by 'you' or 'my'? I am your master—"
"Let's go out for a walk together." Wen Yanzi said first.
At this moment, he didn't want to mention the master and apprentice.
Zang Ling wanted to say something, but in the end he just said, "Yeah."
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng tied their cloaks slowly for each other and walked out hand in hand.
The streets were bustling with people, with all kinds of lanterns, vendors hawking their wares on both sides of the street, and shops. The number of people coming and going was several times more than usual, which was truly dazzling.
So much so that Wen Yu even suspected that he had seen it wrong——
Just as she was going out, she seemed to see... Yu Chang in the backlight of the stone steps.
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