She then saw Wen Xingming kowtow to his master several times, loudly proclaiming, "Master, thank you for taking care of my sister for so many years. Don't worry, as long as there's meat in our Wen family, we'll make sure you don't get any soup. I can't guarantee I'll visit you every year, since we're all quite busy, but you'll definitely receive many offerings in the future. It must be quite troublesome for you to protect so many people. You're my sister's master, so you just need to protect Wen Li. But if you want to protect us, we certainly won't refuse, oh!"
Wen Tingsong couldn't stand it anymore and slapped his second son on the head.
The key point is that the kid looked completely confused, not knowing why he was being beaten.
Wen Tingsong was exasperated: "All you do all day long is spout nonsense."
Wen Xingming felt extremely wronged.
What did he say wrong?
He was wrong to ask the old master to protect his sister?
Wen Xingming couldn't understand it.
But seeing that Wen Tingsong was about to beat him up again, Wen Xingming could only lower his head in grievance and dare not speak.
Wen Li couldn't help but smile as she watched the scene of fatherly love and filial piety.
"Let's go," Wen Li said after thinking for a moment. "Actually, Master has already been reincarnated and can no longer protect us."
She personally delivered her master's soul to the underworld.
Now that so much time has passed, it's likely that Master has already been reincarnated.
Wen Li felt a little melancholy but not too much sadness about her master's passing.
My master was of good health and passed away peacefully without any pain, which would be considered a happy death for an ordinary family.
As they were talking, light snow began to fall again, and Wen Yu silently put a hat on Wen Li's head.
Wen Li looked up at her third brother, Wen Yu, whose bronze face was full of gentleness: "You're not feeling well, put on your hat, or you'll catch a cold."
Ever since Wen Li risked her life to save the villagers of Hetou Village, Wen Yu has felt that her health has not been very good.
No matter how Wen Li explained that she was almost fully recovered, in Wen Yu's eyes, her younger sister seemed to have become the epitome of being frail and sickly.
Sure enough, Wen Yu looked at Wen Li disapprovingly: "You just recovered from your cold."
Wenli:......
She really couldn't find anything to say.
The group chatted and laughed all the way to the foot of the mountain, discussing when they would come back next time.
It's not easy for the entire Wen family to get together, let alone travel thousands of miles to visit the grave.
It's not that they lack sincerity, but their busyness doesn't just represent themselves. Wen Tingsong and Wen Yanchu have hundreds of thousands of employees to feed, Wen Xingming's fans are eagerly awaiting their return, and Wen Yu, needless to say, would probably have returned to the army long ago if it weren't for his severe injury.
"I probably won't be able to come for Qingming this year, but I just lit a few extra incense sticks for the old master, so I'll treat it as Qingming. We'll try our best to come back with you once a year from now on."
Wen Xingming was the most idle among them. He looked smugly at Wen Tingsong and his brothers: "They are all very busy people, but I am different. I will accompany you whenever you want to come back. As for that illegal building, Dad, you have to pay hundreds of billions in taxes every year and donate so much money every year. Why don't you ask if it can be rebuilt? That way, my sister and I will at least have a place to rest."
Wen Tingsong: ...
Normally, you shouldn't hit your child during the Chinese New Year, but Wen Xingming's tone made it hard for him to tell who the father was.
Unable to resist, Wen Tingsong kicked Wen Xingming in the butt.
Wen Xingming was caught off guard and spun around twice.
"Help……"
The snow on the ground was soft, and Wen Xingming didn't feel any pain, but after rolling around a few times, he felt dizzy.
If he keeps rolling, he'll probably throw up everything he ate today.
Fortunately, after rolling around a few times, Wen Xingming seemed to bump into something. At first, he thought it was a cedar tree, since the mountain was full of them.
But he felt something was off about the texture; it was soft and squishy, and it was moving.
Wen Xingming blinked and subconsciously looked up, only to see a woman in her forties, wrapped up like a ball, looking at her arrogantly.
Wen Xingming: "Holy shit!"
Wen Xingming got up from the ground in almost every possible way.
He looked down from the ground; from his perspective, the woman's skin was dark, and her face was wrinkled from the cold, making her look just like a mysterious high priest he had photographed before.
After finally managing to stand up, Wen Xingming realized he was a person and immediately patted his chest, saying, "You scared me to death."
Before Wen Xingming could speak, Wen Li suddenly stepped in front of him to block his way.
"What are you doing here?" Wen Li stared intently at the group of people in front of her, her eyes filled with disgust.
Before the Wen family could understand what was going on, they heard the woman opposite them laugh coldly: "I heard you were coming, so of course I came to see you."
The woman was accompanied by seven or eight men of different ages. After she finished speaking, everyone subtly sized up Wen Li.
Seeing that Wen Li's clothes were quite expensive, his eyes changed: "It's been a year since I last saw you, I didn't expect you to be dressed so well."
As soon as the woman finished speaking, an older man behind her said in a somewhat exasperated tone, "Well, life is so good now, and you don't even think about us elders. You've been gone for over a year and haven't even made a single phone call. I heard from people in town that you went to be some kind of celebrity and made a lot of money?"
Wen Li sneered: "How much money I make is none of your business! We haven't had anything to do with each other for twelve years!"
“What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? If we hadn’t found you, you would have died long ago. We raised you until you were six years old, and you never even called us ‘Mom’. Now your younger brother is about to go to high school. I don’t expect you to repay our kindness, but he is your brother. You can’t just abandon him, can you?”
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