Chapter 335: "Selfishness and meanness."...
Song Linsheng used up nearly all his strength as he spoke, word by word, "Countless windy days and nights, watching the kites swaying under the eaves, I've always thought that Taihao is just a divine title, not a real name."
Even though she had guessed it long ago, when she heard him say it in person, Wen Yu's heart still tightened suddenly, as if a blunt knife was cutting back and forth on it, the dull pain was more hurtful than seeing blood.
For tens of millions of years, the sun and moon on the top of Gouwu Mountain have rotated countless times, probably countless times. How did he survive all by himself?
"Xiaoyu, I've been waiting for you to tell me on our eighth meeting." Tears welled up in Song Linsheng, unable to hold back any longer. "My name."
He half-hunched over, lowering his head in front of Wen Yu. Suddenly, he covered his face with one hand, but a stream of heat gushed out from between his fingers, mixed with the sobs in his throat.
It's really embarrassing.
"Song Linsheng..." Wen Yu's heart was in a panic. The overwhelming guilt and pity almost overwhelmed her. "Song Linsheng!"
She was like a lone boat on a stormy night, or a few grains of frost on a sunny day, completely at a loss as to what to do.
Wen Yu held Song Linsheng's hand tightly, making him face her. "Look at me, Song Linsheng—"
She understood, she finally understood.
Why was it that when Zhuzhao asked him his name in the Xianchun Courtyard on Houchun Mountain, he answered with the three words "Song Linsheng" after some hesitation?
But, but what did she do?
She said: The Emperor took someone else's flute, not only that, but he also took away their name?
I still remember that his whole body was stiff, and his straight back supported his entire body, like a towering mountain, but it seemed as if it would collapse at any time.
Beneath the crumbling wall was his broken heart.
Wen Yu regretted it so much. How could she question him like that?
And what was she saying? She asked him to tell her his name.
He waited for thousands of years, but she never fulfilled her promise.
When they met for the eighth time, I told him his name in person.
So he chose Song Linsheng as his name, and Song Linsheng was his name when they were together.
The waves of pain were like thunder, breaking through the clouds, and Wen Yu almost doubled over in pain.
She held his face in her hands, just like before, "Whether it's Song Linsheng or Emperor Taihao, you have always been you, the little fairy born in the east, the spirit of heaven and earth born from the double-petaled lotus, you are yourself..."
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng burst into tears and completely collapsed.
On the high platform, he is the indifferent Emperor Taihao, but in front of Xiaoyu, he does not need to hide his fragility.
Song Linsheng hugged Wen Yu and buried his head in her shoulder.
The candlelight in the tomb flickered, and the warm yellow halo gathered around them, as if to help make this embrace across time deeper and longer-lasting.
"Let Song Linsheng be my name." His tone was almost pleading, completely lacking his usual calmness. "Okay..."
In the mortal world, in Jiangyang Prefecture, when he was Song Linsheng, it was the happiest time in his long journey to becoming a god.
I have the love of my parents and relatives, the care of my brothers and sisters, the companionship of Xiyan, and the support of Uncle Song. More importantly,
Xiaoyu is by my side.
Countless times he thought of this period of time that seemed like stolen time, and he never regretted it, even if it meant doing shameless, despicable and selfish things for it.
He was guilty, so he asked to go to the lower world to be punished. However, he did not expect that in these seven reincarnations, he would have the good fortune to meet Xiaoyu.
For him, this is a reward rather than a punishment.
"You always have." Wen Yu was heartbroken and hugged the person in her arms tightly, "Song Linsheng."
Whether it was the double-petaled lotus, Song Linsheng, or Tai Hao, she would find him again and again, thousands of times.
The answer Song Linsheng had been dreaming of finally rang in his ears. He had been tense for a thousand years, but he didn't dare to relax even a little. "Xiaoyu..."
After all, countless years were like a sharp blade piercing through his body, leaving a wound that could never be healed. The night wind from the top of Gouwu Mountain blew straight in, making his heart damp all the time.
Fortunately, Xiaoyu came back, and he could finally walk out of the cold darkness and see the light of day.
Although... this is not his credit.
Song Linsheng's smile froze instantly, but he still said truthfully, "Later, it was Zizhan. I don't know where he found a wisp of your spirit and planted it in Houchun Mountain... the Wutong Ancestral Temple."
"What..." Although Wen Yu had guessed it long ago, she was still shocked when she heard Song Linsheng verify it personally.
She was reincarnated in Houchun Mountain, and was enlightened by her master and became a disciple of the Spring Temple. It was no coincidence.
However, when she dispersed her soul into the human world that day, even she herself could not remember how many parts it was divided into. How did Zizhan find it?
Song Linsheng's eyes dimmed, filled with sadness, "Actually, he... didn't tell me about this."
He often thought that if only he had found Xiaoyu before Zizhan, he would not have been as passive as a thief when he discovered the matter later.
"Why?" Wen Yu frowned, a little confused.
Zizhan has always acted in an open and honest manner, so how could he possibly be hiding something?
Song Linsheng felt no envy or resentment. He simply smiled dejectedly and said, "Xiaoyu, have you ever considered not being the so-called Divine Lord Yuanque?"
Don’t you want to be…the Godly Lord Yuanque?
Wen Yu didn't understand what he meant for a moment. Since she was born between heaven and earth, she had been the God Yuanque for a very long time.
"Zizhan, I probably have thought about it." Song Linsheng answered to himself. He didn't really want Xiaoyu to explain the reason.
Thinking of what Master Gouwushan had said, Wen Yu suddenly realized something, "Zizhan..."
——Zizhan said that he wanted her to be just Wenyu.
"He didn't tell me about this, probably not because he was targeting me." Song Linsheng smiled with relief, but also with a pale expression. Perhaps he really did do something wrong in the past. "It's because he doesn't want you to have anything to do with the past anymore, including him and me."
Wen Yu's fingertips curled up and trembled slightly as they were tucked into her sleeves.
Being just Wen Yu means that there is no God Yuanque, no Three Realms and Six Paths, and no stability for the people and peace in the world.
She doesn't have to shoulder responsibilities or sacrifice herself, she just needs to be Wen Yu.
"Houchun Mountain is Zizhan's cave residence. With him secretly watching over you, you must have grown up there freely and without worries..." Song Linsheng couldn't help but sigh when he said this.
Today, he can naturally understand Zizhan's painstaking efforts, but back then -
"It was my meanness and selfishness that hurt you back then..." Song Linsheng leaned against Wen Yu's shoulder, but turned his face away, not daring to face her. "It also let down Zizhan's years of hard work."
Such an embrace was so warm that he didn't want to leave for even a moment.
However, after he finished speaking, he might no longer be able to feel it.
The law of nature will prevail and retribution will come. He will not deny what he has done.
Wen Yu could feel the damp heat on his shoulder. He had been crying. "No matter what you have done, there is no need to slander yourself."
She didn't mean to blame him, but she was indeed curious about what could have caused Song Linsheng to suffer so much that he even disregarded his reputation and used words like despicable and selfish.
She gently hugged Song Linsheng, just like when they were in the human world, they often leaned on each other in front of the window, watching the autumn leaves fall and the winter snow fall.
"But this is something that cannot be made up for even if I reincarnate for seven lifetimes." Song Linsheng hugged her tighter. He was afraid that Xiaoyu would push him away.
Compared to what Xiaoyu had to endure and what Zizhan had been destroyed, his reincarnation was really nothing.
"Countless times, I've seen him gathering morning dew from Chengyun Peak and bringing it to Houchun Mountain to water you." Song Linsheng said vaguely. This was the beginning of his suspicion. "But no matter how I tried to test him, he refused to admit that the green wutong tree in the Wutong Ancestral Temple was you."
It was abnormal that a man as good at dealing with people as Zizhan would always respond with silence.
This topic was too heavy. Wen Yu didn't want Song Linsheng to be so nervous, so she smiled and said, "Meet?"
"I... followed him." Song Linsheng was speechless for a moment, but still answered truthfully.
His face turned red and white, but fortunately Xiaoyu couldn't see it from this angle, so he just rubbed her shoulder with peace of mind.
"Perhaps, Zizhan wants you to follow the way of heaven and earth and grow naturally." Song Linsheng closed his eyes, tears gathering at the bridge of his nose like a small lake. "Not to mention me, even he himself should not be disturbed."
Wen Yu looked up at the flickering candlelight on the wall, casting a flickering light on her and Song Linsheng, as vague as a memory from the past. "That's probably it."
Now Zizhan is at the foot of Gouwu Mountain, and many things cannot be verified. Perhaps only he himself can explain it clearly.
But Wen Yu was sure that he just wanted her to be free from worries, come and go as she pleased, not be bound by her status, and not be burdened by the past.
"But I was too impatient and selfish, and actually did it—" A fierce look flashed across Song Linsheng's brows, completely blaming himself.
Wen Yu patted his back gently to calm him down, just as Song Linsheng had done countless times.
Although she didn't know what he had done, in her opinion, there was no need to be too nervous or too harsh on him. Instead of dwelling on the past, it would be better to think about the present.
At least they were beside each other now.
Song Linsheng's chest was heaving violently, and his whole body was trembling. Wen Yu could feel that he was always suppressing himself, holding his breath, and had not been able to vent it for millions of years.
"I still remember when we came down from Houchun Mountain and were at the Song residence, Danqing told you that I never drink." His thoughts went back to that night at Jiangyang Mansion, and Song Linsheng seemed to unconsciously fall into a kind of intoxication. "Xiaoyu, that's not true."
"You said it was the third time we drank at the New Year's Eve banquet." Although she didn't know why he suddenly brought this up, Wen Yu continued, "Counting backwards, that night was the second time."
She didn't ask when, when, or where the first time happened, but she intuitively felt that what Song Lin was going to say next was related to this.
"Yes." A smile appeared on Song Linsheng's lips.
Xiaoyu has always been like this, whether in the past or now, she can understand things at a glance.
He stopped laughing and his expression became serious. "The first time was at Houchun Mountain—"
"Wutong Ancestral Temple." As if possessed by some mysterious force, Wen Yu guessed the answer immediately.
Song Linsheng's body froze, and even his eyelashes began to tremble uncontrollably. The air currents he created seemed to be about to form a storm, dragging him into the abyss.
He forced himself to calm down and spoke as calmly as possible, "I invited Zizhan to drink and play chess in the courtyard in front of the statue of the God of Spring. In between moves, he once again inquired about the origins of the emerald sycamore tree overhead, sprouting green leaves."
Ju Mang has always been kind and compassionate, but he has always refused to tell the truth in this matter.
"Even if he remains silent, I already have an answer." Song Linsheng became increasingly frightened as he spoke, even though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind. "That game was so close to being the winner, there was no winner, but I still lost."
But he was still afraid that after Xiaoyu knew about this, she would... be disgusted? Or hate him?
Like beads strung on a thread, Wen Yu suddenly realized that those insignificant and ignored details at the time were like hidden clues that struck her in an instant.
Could that half-finished chess game at the Broken Clouds edge of the Spring Temple be the unfinished match between Song Linsheng and Zizhan? No wonder she hadn't seen any signs of a move in such a long time. Surprisingly...
The battle was in full swing and the two sides were evenly matched. The final way to break the deadlock... was her waving of her sleeve in desperation.
Inadvertently broke the stalemate that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Why did Zizhan keep one game... The chess piece was at a dead end on the edge of the broken cloud. After all these years, had he ever thought about where to place the next move?
"Why do you say that—" It was clearly a draw, and Wen Yu didn't know why he felt that way, "You lost."
Song Linsheng felt empty inside, and those things that were like huge rocks pressing on him and making him breathless seemed to disappear in an instant. It was time to face it.
"Because I was drunk, with three parts carelessness and seven parts deliberateness." Song Linsheng had never felt so clear-headed before. He could no longer escape. "I poured the immortal wine mixed with my divine power at the roots of the Biwu tree, which gave birth to you... and awakened your spirit and wisdom."
This is his selfishness and also his meanness.
He was unwilling to miss the chance for Xiaoyu to return to this world, even for a moment, and he did not want to wait any longer, let alone for a moment.
Zizhan is like a mirror, reflecting his petty emotions with his great love.
Perhaps in Zizhan's view, it would be good to let Xiaoyu grow freely and sprout freely in Houchun Mountain, and then follow the opportunity to awaken her spirit and wisdom and cultivate a human body.
Then, depending on her preference, she can do whatever she wants, whether it is drinking morning dew, enjoying sunset glow, or taking a nap or chatting.
As long as she is free, it's fine.
But he couldn't reach the level of Zizhan.
For the countless years he spent at Gouwu Mountain, he would always recall the fleeting glimpse he and Xiaoyu had in Fulian Cave; the sights they had seen amidst rivers, lakes, and seas, beneath the sun, moon, and stars; the times they had stayed at a farmer's house in Muyao Town, eating meals and helping with the dishes; the times they had stayed in her room, demanding to know why they had to live separately; the times they had felt jealous for Zizhan because Kuixuan was jealous...
——Those days were filled with jokes but were so lively.
Once he had experienced it, how could he bear to let go? He just wanted her to come back to him, and he was almost going crazy thinking about her.
He didn't care about Zizhan's opinion or the order of heaven.
Whether you say he is morally corrupt or has bad behavior, he has done it and will never regret it.
The flickering candlelight in front of her eyes became increasingly blurry until it turned into a warm yellow halo. Wen Yu's eyes were filled with tears and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
It turned out that it was not the blessing of heaven and earth, nor the prosperity of incense, but Song Linsheng's divine power that gave birth to her.
Otherwise, with that shattered soul, she didn't know how many years of practice she would have to do before she could awaken her spirit and wisdom.
"But..." Wen Yu tried hard to recall, unwilling to let go of every detail in her memory, "But why did it happen later..."
Later, the one who enlightened her in the Wutong Ancestral Temple was clearly Zizhan, her master.
Where had Song Linsheng gone? Had he entered the cycle of reincarnation? Could this be what he meant by being punished in the lower realms for his sins?
"My lust was too strong, and I didn't know that too much is as bad as too little." Song Linsheng completely exhausted his strength, greedily feeling the tenderness in Wen Yu's arms. "You were mentally unstable at that time, and you couldn't withstand my power."
Some words, when spoken, actually make people feel relieved, or perhaps he has reached the point of despair and naturally has nothing to worry about.
"Zizhan seemed to have anticipated this, watching coldly as I 'mistaken', which I thought was flawless." Song Linsheng shook his head slightly, feeling that he had indeed been a bit amusing that day. "He said he would accept you as his disciple and help you with your cultivation."
Everything seems to make sense. Zizhan's appearance in the Wutong Ancestral Temple is not accidental, and Song Linsheng's seven reincarnations also originated from this.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and let the warm tears fall, sliding down her cheeks, leaving behind a coldness dried by the wind.
Cause and effect, it turns out that the cause of this incident is actually the result of the previous incident.
"I know I'm guilty. Not only did I fail to help you, I almost harmed you." Time was so magical that he was a little dazed when he said this. "So I asked to descend to the mortal world and enter the cycle of reincarnation. It will take seven lifetimes for me to return to my place."
If Xiaoyu could reappear in the world when he came back, then everything he had suffered would be worth it, even if she was already Zizhan's disciple by then.
He suddenly remembered what Zizhan had said -
"You don't have to do this." Seeing Taihao thinking he was extremely clever, but actually full of loopholes, Ju Mang poured the wine on the roots of the green phoenix tree. "You must believe that there will be a time to return to the mountains and the sea, and we will meet again in the wind and rain."
The destined person will meet again one day.
However, Song Linsheng never expected that there would be such a chance sent from heaven that he would meet Xiaoyu in his first life after reincarnation in the mortal world, in... Houchun Mountain.
Even though it was only a short year, it was already a rare opportunity, and he was very content.
Even though he might lose everything if he told everything, Song Linsheng didn't feel any regret. He gritted his teeth and slowly pulled away, getting up from Wen Yu's arms with great affection.
Maybe it's time. This hug was stolen, and he doesn't have the face to stick with Xiaoyu anymore.
It was already very good for Song Linsheng to do this for a moment.
The tomb was completely silent, and Song Linsheng's heart was filled with dust. But just as he stood up, he felt a force on his back.
It was Wen Yu who hugged him back deeply.
"Xiaoyu, you..." Song Linsheng's neck stiffened and he dared not move.
Wouldn't you be disgusted...for a selfish and despicable person like me?
Wen Yu held the man tightly with both hands, not letting him move back an inch. She knew what Song Linsheng would think, so she had to make things clear today.
But now I think that what I thought was a matter of imminent death back then has become a trivial matter after going through so many hardships.
"After you descended to the mortal world, I secretly entered the Zhuying Palace and accidentally damaged the immortal tree, destroying a mortal's life branch. This caused his fate to change at best, or even die young at worst."
Wen Yu patted Song Linsheng's vest gently, but she didn't know whether she was comforting him or the self who didn't know how to make up for it that day.
"That's you." Wen Yu said without hesitation, "Song Linsheng."
Like dark clouds turning into ink and white raindrops dancing like pearls, Song Linsheng's heart was immediately in turmoil, "Xiaoyu..."
What did she call him? She called him—Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu rubbed the side of his neck. Although the tiny hairs on his temples made him feel itchy, he could also truly feel each other's presence.
During the time in the East Heaven Palace, Chi Huang took her to see the Yaochi Lake today and to visit the Sea of Clouds tomorrow, but it happened that at that time they walked into the Zhuoying Palace, encountered the Immortal Tree, and damaged the Longevity Branch.
Is there really destiny in the world?
Everything is connected to each other, is it really not determined by fate?
"From the very beginning, our fates have been closely intertwined." Wen Yu chuckled softly, then held her tighter. "You want to untie it now? That's impossible."
Since his birth in Fulian Cave, the fall of Yuanque in Gouwu Mountain, the emperor of Wutong Ancestral Temple pouring wine, Wenyu breaking branches of the immortal tree, the encounter in Jiangyang Mansion, and the reunion in Youming Palace.
The ending of the story was already written at the beginning, and she and Song Linsheng were destined to be closely connected and inseparable.
"I..." Song Linsheng had just recovered from the shock, but then he was overwhelmed with joy again, "I couldn't ask for more."
All those days and nights of questioning at Gouwu Mountain finally had an echo today. It turns out that what Zizhan said was right, the wind and rain really will return, and the mountains and the sea will really meet.
He felt dizzy and even began to speak incoherently. "I want to be with Xiaoyu, that is -"
"Even if it means death, you are willing to do it." After receiving his affirmation, Wen Yu let him go a little and looked him in the eye. "I know."
The candlelight added a layer of warm light to Song Linsheng's slightly pale face, but somehow it made him look even more haggard.
Wen Yu rubbed his thin cheek and said in a trembling voice: "But this time, we must all live well."
No matter whether the sky is just breaking and the moon is hanging in the sky, or the seasons are changing and the stars are moving, we must spare no effort to live well.
"It's a deal." Song Linsheng smiled with tears in his eyes, and used the trick he used to coax Ayuan and Azhu in the past, "Hook—"
Wen Yu also burst into laughter and said, "We'll make a promise and never change it for a hundred years."
"Hundreds of years, thousands of years, and millions of years, it will never change in this life." Song Linsheng suddenly straightened his expression and said solemnly to Wen Yu.
"Oh, right..." Wen Yu nodded, and suddenly remembered something else. "On New Year's Eve, you gave me a bell, but I had nothing, and I didn't receive any return gift."
At this point, Song Linsheng's mind moved slightly, "Actually, there is something..."
"I should have given it to you long ago." Wen Yu smiled at him, then stood up and pushed open the coffin lid.
The fragments of the Purple Bamboo Flute were lying quietly in it.
The old scene reappeared before her eyes. Wen Yu remembered that it was in this tomb that she had a fierce fight with Song Linsheng, and then her soul returned to its place and the purple bamboo flute broke.
It was actually a long time ago.
"Since you are transformed from a double-petaled lotus, it should not be a problem for you to grow a few pieces of lotus root to repair this flute?" Wen Yu calmed his mind and picked up the fragments in his hand.
Song Linsheng held it up with both hands and took it carefully, "Of course."
This flute was a gift Xiaoyu gave him in the mortal world. Even if it is broken now, it is still a priceless treasure.
"Then please bloom a few flowers for me to see, big ones." Wen Yu couldn't help but say a few more words when she saw that he had finally stopped crying.
Even though his tears make me feel pity for him, he still looks better when he smiles.
He would never refuse Xiaoyu's request, "Okay."
"Then grow some more lotus seeds, big ones." Wen Yu became more and more excited as she spoke, just like when she was in Jiangyang, she always teased Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng also accepted it all, "Okay."
Wen Yu stared at Song Linsheng for a long time——
In fact, he hasn't changed much all this time. Even during the time when he returned to the throne as a god, as Emperor Taihao, he was just a little more silent and restrained, but the underlying tone of his personality was still the same warm and soft.
When her soul was scattered in Gouwu Mountain, she never thought that she would still be able to live to this day. It feels so good to be alive, and it feels so good to have Song Linsheng.
"You have reincarnated seven times in the lower world. Besides me, Wen Yu, you won't meet any Wu Yu, right?" For no reason, Wen Yu just wanted to tease her again.
But the meaning behind the words was unconsciously sour.
"Actually..." Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly, "I was only reincarnated as a human in this life when I met Xiaoyu."
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows, indeed a little surprised, "What?"
"Perhaps, God is punishing me for speaking up too late on certain things." Song Linsheng nodded seriously.
For example, if he had expressed his feelings to Xiaoyu earlier in Fulian Cave, would she have chosen a more compromising approach due to a slight concern when it came to the matter of Gouwu Mountain?
Song Linsheng sighed, maybe not, but what if?
"What do you mean?" Wen Yu still felt extremely surprised. How could there be such a statement?
"So, for the remaining six lives, I will be reincarnated as those speechless rocks, flowing clouds, peaks, trees, iron ore, and streams." Song Linsheng said helplessly, thinking that he could learn from his mistakes. "It will also help me understand the purpose of having a mouth."
Wen Yu, who had been amused by him, couldn't help but pout after hearing this. "If you really knew, why would you say such a thing in the Netherworld Palace?"
She said: I am not Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng's face darkened and he apologized repeatedly, "Xiaoyu, I was wrong that day."
It can't be said that he was angry, but Wen Yu was really curious. Why didn't he recognize her and asked her what she wanted to see him for!
"I'm just afraid of disappointing you."
After all, as soon as he returned to his position, he found out Xiaoyu's whereabouts early and even rushed into the Netherworld Palace to wait.
In fact, Fengdu was nagging something in front of him at that time, but he didn't listen carefully. He was only thinking about when Xiaoyu would be able to pass through the Ten Courts of Hell and come forward.
Would I be happy to see him, or would I be…scared?
"Until the moment you walked in, I couldn't help but ask myself in my heart, I am Song Linsheng, but am I really Song Linsheng?"
This question that he had always been afraid to face now finally has an answer.
"Xiaoyu, I told you Taihao is just a divine title." He no longer doubted himself and was even certain, "My name is Song Linsheng."
As the words fell, a small cloud of dust was stirred up, which made the desolation even more apparent.
"When I came in just now, I saw the magnolias were blooming outside." Wen Yu suddenly said without any reason.
Song Linsheng's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt extremely uneasy. "Can you take me to see Xiaoyu?"
Just when he was a little confused, Wen Yu smiled with relief, "Of course, Song Linsheng."
The tomb was dark and the candlelight was dim, but when Wen Yu and Song Linsheng looked at each other, they felt that the sky was gradually getting brighter and the road ahead was clear.
For a moment, although no one spoke, it was worth more than a thousand words.
"I told you not to go in!" A sudden voice broke the silence.
Song Linsheng turned around and seemed to have realized something, "Yes..."
"Dan Qing." Wen Yu raised her eyebrows slightly. How could she have forgotten about this?
Before she could react, the door to the tomb opened.
It was just the beginning of spring, and Dan Qing, who came in on a horse, came to pay his respects to the emperor again.
Behind him, Ming Kun retracted his foot slowly and without any burden. Song Zhuo beside him raised his chin and said, "Who said you are not allowed to go in? Come in."
Song Zhuo glanced at Dan Qing, who had not yet stood up, and then at Ming Kun, who was looking down at him. He hurriedly bowed to each of them and then stepped into the room. "Auntie—"
"Xiao Zhuo." Wen Yu hadn't finished speaking.
The crowd surged in from behind Song Zhuo like a tide, and the sound of their footsteps was clattering.
"Aunt!" Chen Zhizhi took two steps at a time and arrived in front of Wen Yu in an instant.
Wen Liangyi glanced at Song Linsheng's expression and waved confidently, "Uncle——"
Song Linsheng paused, and hurriedly wiped away the half-dried tears on his face with his sleeves, "..."
In addition to these three people, there are Wen Heng, Wen Bao, Su Jianbai, Chen Bi and Wen Liangjian, Zang Ling and Wen Yanzi following behind, and even Jia Tingxi was alarmed. Doesn't he have to be busy with official duties?
"Why... are you all here?" Wen Yu laughed inwardly, but still stood in front of Song Linsheng.
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