Chapter 57 "Why don't you chase after him?"...
Song Linsheng didn't expect Mu Jingli to ask this, which really caught him off guard.
It was the middle of the night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It should have been a good time to go home and take a nap, but Mu Jingli stood in the street and asked him if he liked magnolia flowers.
Mu Jingli is truly a leisurely and elegant person.
Song Linsheng's feet were still in the dim light, but his head and shoulders had already sunk into the slightly darker other side, making it impossible for Mu Tong to see his expression.
"It's nothing, it's just that it's cold in March, the season when magnolias bloom. Lord Song, don't waste the spring and enjoy it."
Mu Tong added a sentence without waiting for Song Linsheng to reply.
After saying this, without waiting for Song Linsheng to ask further questions, Mu Tong led everyone back to the mansion, turned around and headed towards the other end of Pingjiang Street...
Song Linsheng paused for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked towards Wen Yu. The two of them washed the inkstone and went to the main gate of the Song residence together.
"Young Master, there are several magnolias in bloom in the yard. Shall I pick a branch and put it on the desk in the study?" Xiyan heard Lord Mu's question, and thinking about not being able to find the Young Master earlier today, he took the initiative to speak to make the Young Master happy.
What magnolia?
Song Linsheng just felt an inexplicable irritation. In the past, he loved rare and exotic plants. He collected a lot of them from outside and raised them all in Guanwu Garden to take good care of them. He even learned to cultivate them himself.
So I've planted quite a few magnolias in the yard. They're supposed to be in bloom these past few days, but I've been so busy with work that I haven't had time to notice them until now...
But when he heard Xi Yan's words today, Song Linsheng did not feel happy. Not to mention turning it back and placing it on the table, he was not willing to even take a look at it from a distance through the window lattice.
"Throw it out!"
Song Linsheng threw down a sentence for no reason, and then took two quick steps forward. His chaotic footsteps and fluttering clothes looked no different from running away.
Xiyan's nonsensical words made him even more confused.
"But sir, I haven't broken it yet... What can I throw it away with?" Xiyan muttered softly. Looking at Song Linsheng's receding figure, he pursed his lips helplessly, shook his head and said, "Outrageous! What an outrage!"
Wen Yu saw all of this, and not only that, she also listened to every word that Lord Mu said just now.
Magnolia?
She knows it.
The white magnolia blooms in the cold spring of March. When it blooms, the whole tree is white, with yellow buds and red stems, which is very pleasing. It is a pure and aloof flower with great meaning.
She couldn't help but think of Song Linsheng's fair face and the faint blush that appeared from time to time... Without thinking too much, she could understand what Lord Mu meant.
Lord Mu looks very serious, but unexpectedly he likes to use riddles when speaking, which is really interesting.
Wen Yu smiled knowingly and looked at Song Linsheng who was walking on the stone steps in front of the door. His black bun was slightly loose, but his hair crown was worn firmly, and did not sway at all with his hurried steps. He was truly a dignified and polite young man.
Wen Yu nodded in Song Linsheng's direction, and trying hard to suppress her smile, she said to the confused Xi Yan, "Look, Yulan has left, why don't you chase her?"
Xiyan's doubts remained undimmed, and after hearing Wen Yu's words, his face was filled with disbelief. He followed hesitantly, but he kept calling out hurriedly, "Master! Master!"
Wen Yu stood there with her hands folded, watching Song Linsheng and Xi Yan walking leisurely. The more Xi Yan shouted, the faster Song Linsheng's steps became, until the two of them seemed to be running after each other.
The sky was stained a deep, inky black, like a square piece of silk draped beneath a crescent moon. As Wen Yu twisted her neck to loosen up her muscles, she looked up to see this scene.
Her original purpose of coming to the mortal world was to find Song Linsheng in the human world, protect him and ensure that he would be safe for the rest of his life.
However, like what happened today, falling into the pit was originally caused by her, and not only was she too concerned about many things and unable to help, she also asked Song Linsheng to take off his outer robe to take care of her.
Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: Shouldn't she have shown up in the first place?
If she stayed in the dark, she could do whatever she wanted. Not to mention using magic to save him from danger and keep him safe and sound, even if he wanted to establish himself and benefit the people, no matter what case he was investigating or who he was arresting, she could tie up the person involved and throw him at the gate of Jiangyang government office before he could, saving him any trouble.
This was the first time that Wen Yu felt the word "regret" so deeply. She had previously regretted falling from the tree on Houchun Mountain, and she also regretted not thinking of a better reason to explain her origins.
But compared with what I feel now, all the discouragement and regret are nothing.
She had simply spoken too hastily, and those three sentences were like a fishing net—full of holes. In reality, other than appearing unintelligent, it had no real impact.
Now she could only watch Song Linsheng trapped and was unable to take any action. Wen Yu felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Maybe she really shouldn't show up...
Wen Yu exhaled lightly, pursed her lips, stretched out her arms, and felt a sense of relief in her shoulders.
She withdrew her gaze, lowering her head to meet Song Linsheng and Xi Yan on the stone steps. Song Linsheng stood at the upper level, Xi Yan a few steps lower. The two stood with their hands hanging down, one above and the other below, turning to look at Wen Yu.
"Madam Wen! What are you thinking about? Let's go back home quickly!"
The brisk sound of washing inkstones reached her ears, but Wen Yu remained unmoved. She only saw Song Linsheng's harmless, even somewhat frail face. However, his straight head and shoulders, and tall, graceful figure not only complemented that frail air, but also added a touch of handsomeness and uprightness, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
At that moment, he was quietly gazing into Wen Yu's eyes, his jewel-like eyes resting beneath brows that resembled distant peaks. Song Linsheng nodded gently, and his voice, as gentle as water, flowed towards Wen Yu.
"Come here quickly, Madam Wenyu."
As the saying goes, the environment changes with the mind. However, Song Linsheng moved from the prosperous city of Shangdu to this small Jiangyang Prefecture, and Wen Yu never saw any discouragement or dejection in him.
He still has that gentle, tenacious, inclusive and upward spirit, like a magnolia standing tall in the wind, blooming proudly when it is proud, and facing it calmly even if it falls into the mud.
Wen Yu felt relieved. Song Linsheng, a mere mortal, had never complained about himself, so why should she dwell on these trivial matters?
No matter what the future holds, at this moment, she does not regret coming to Song Linsheng's side. As for the changes in fate and fortune, she will just fight them with all her might.
“Here I come!”
Wen Yu smiled up, her eyes curved like a crescent moon. She lifted her skirt and ran towards Song Linsheng, the hair behind her ears swaying gently with her brisk steps.
The night is dark, the dew is wet and cold, and the road ahead is like this impenetrable sky. Instead of hesitating, it is better to walk through it yourself.
By then, whether it is good or bad will be self-evident without any explanation.
The oil lamp in front of the Song residence will show them the way.
"Sister! Sister!"
Wen Yu had just stepped into the gate of the Song residence, but before she entered, she heard a shout behind her.
The voice was clear and loud, very childish, as if it was the cry of a little baby.
Sister? Wen Yu glanced at Song Linsheng and Xi Yan. Apart from her, Wen Yu, there was probably no one else here who could be called a sister, right?
Wen Yu was quite confused and was about to turn around to check when he heard the voice calling again.
"Sister Wen!"
"Ayuan?"
When Wen Yu saw the figure emerging from the night, the crisscrossing water stains on his familiar little face were still clearly visible. Even across the distance of the stone steps, Wen Yu could see the faint reflection of the water stains.
"Ayuan? Why are you soaked? Why are you here alone?"
Wen Yu lifted up her skirt, quickly walked down the stone steps in two steps, and stood in front of A Yuan, half squatting.
The closer he got, the clearer Wen Yu could see A Yuan. His forehead was covered with tiny beads of water, making it hard to tell whether they were water or sweat from exhaustion. Even the hair on his temples was matted into clumps, hanging wetly in front of his eyes.
"Ayuan? What's wrong with you? Ayuan?"
Wen Yu was a little at a loss. She reached out to touch the purse around her waist in a panic. She remembered that when she went out, Azhu had prepared a handkerchief for her in the purse.
But she couldn't feel it no matter how hard she tried. When she looked down, her waist was empty. Where was the purse? She didn't know where it had fallen.
"Give--"
Wen Yu turned around when she heard the voice, and saw a slender and thin hand across her ear, in which lay the brocade handkerchief that Song Linsheng always carried with him.
She looked up and saw that Song Linsheng had come to her side without her knowing when, and was now bending slightly to hand her the handkerchief.
"I asked Xiyan to go in and get a blanket. She'll be back soon."
Wen Yu felt warm in her heart. Song Linsheng, you are worthy of being Song Linsheng.
She took the handkerchief and without being polite to Song Linsheng, she raised her hand to wipe the water stains off Ayuan's face.
As she gently cleaned up A-Yuan, she continued to ask softly, "A-Yuan, tell me, what happened to you? Where did it happen?"
Wen Yu couldn't help but think of the predicament she and A Yuan had experienced together when she first met them in the street, and she began to make random guesses in her mind.
"Ayuan, is someone bullying you or causing trouble for you?"
With a cry of "Wow", Ah Yuan burst into tears. Tears and snot streamed all over her face, staining the cheeks that Wen Yu had just wiped.
He shook his head violently like a rattle and spoke in a trembling and intermittent voice.
"Sister! Sister...Sister is dying!"
Wen Yu turned around and looked at Song Linsheng. They saw puzzled expressions in each other's eyes, and Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the back of Ayuan's head, her hands filled with water.
"Isn't my sister standing right in front of you?"
Wen Yu stretched out a finger and scratched the tip of A Yuan's nose, looking at him with a smile. But Wen Yu's smile stopped. The corners of her lips stiffened, her face became more and more solemn, and her smile was uglier than crying.
"Ayuan, what do you mean?"
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