"Grandpa, I..." Wan Dong suddenly turned around and almost revealed the secret that had been hidden in his heart for more than a year. It was Xu Wenchuan's warm eyes full of concern and Ning Shan's face full of tears. With a worried face, Wandong swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
After telling the truth, Wandong was indeed calm, but what should Xu Wenchuan and Ning Shan do? The feelings they have given to Wandong for more than a year are equally precious and priceless. How can they accept this? Isn't this also cruel to them
"What's wrong?" Seeing Wandong hesitate to speak, the worry on Xu Wenchuan's face became more intense.
Ning Shan also stopped sobbing at this time and walked over nervously. At this time, Wandong could completely feel that every move he made affected the hearts of the two of them.
"No...it's nothing, I just feel a little sad when I think of leaving you soon..."
When Wandong said this, Ning Shan's nose began to feel sour again, but Xu Wenchuan laughed, shook his head and said, "You kid, when you persuaded your mother just now, what you said was so touching, why did you get it?" Has it changed on you? Haha..."
Xu Wenchuan said this, but his eyes were filled with relief. How can a grandfather not feel happy that his grandson is so filial
Originally Ning Shan wanted Wan Dong to comfort her, but now she comforted Wan Dong in turn, making Wandong want to laugh and feel warm again.
"Aunt, you... what's wrong with you?" Wan Youqi went to see Xu Wenchuan. This was a very normal thing, but when she saw Wan Youqi coming back crying, she was surprised and hurriedly followed her. Come and ask.
At this moment, Wan Youqi's heart was filled with so many complicated and complex thoughts that she had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start. Looking at Shangguan Yunzhu's concerned eyes, she was silent and shedding tears.
"Auntie, what happened? Have you been wronged in any way? But it shouldn't be. The Young Marquis is so kind to us, how could he let you be wronged?" Shangguan Yunzhu murmured to himself, doing various things. There were various speculations, but Wan Youqi always shook her head and said nothing, which made Shangguan Yunzhu anxious.
"No! I'll go find the Young Marquis and ask clearly!" In Shangguan Yunzhu's impression, although Wan Youqi is a girl, she has always looked strong. Like those heroes, she has only been seen bleeding. But I have never seen her cry. She was crying so sadly at this time. There must be a huge hidden secret. How could Shangguan Yunzhu ignore it
"No!" Wan Youqi saw that Shangguan Yunzhu was really going to find Wandong, so she hurriedly stopped her. Then he sobbed and murmured, "I... I miss Xiaodong..."
When Wan Youqi said this, Shangguan Yunzhu understood immediately and let out a long sigh. His expression was dissatisfied, lonely and sad. He didn't know how to comfort Wan Youqi at all.
Wan Youqi patted her shoulder and said, "Yunzhu, you go to rest first and don't worry about me."
"How about that? Auntie, let me talk with you. Maybe you won't think so badly."
Wan Youqi shook her head, "No, I want to be alone for a while, okay?"
"This... ugh!" Shangguan Yunzhu sighed, comforted Wan Youqi for a few words, and had to get up and leave.
The moonlight is like water, flowing quietly. Wan Youqi was in the back garden of Prince Dingshan's Mansion. The various exotic flowers around her were particularly beautiful under the moonlight. But this pair of Wan Youqi seemed to have completely lost their attraction. Her eyes were just staring at the bright moon in the sky, with an expression that was sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and endlessly unpredictable.
"Xiaodong, you must still be alive, right? But in this big world, where are you? Are you doing well, have you bullied others? Do you still hate your aunt?..." Wan Youqi kept saying Whispering, she wished she could tell all her feelings to the bright moon in the sky, otherwise, she would be suffocated to death.
"There are pines on Tingting Mountain, and there is a strong wind in Sese Valley. The sound of the wind is so loud, and the pine branches are so strong!..." Suddenly, Wan Youqi began to chant slowly, and her clear voice, graceful and agile, spread in every corner of the garden.
This is a poem composed in seven steps at a banquet to congratulate Wan Youqi on her birthday when Wan Dong was fifteen. Wan Youqi liked it very much and would chant it softly whenever she had free time. Especially after Wandong jumped off the cliff, Wan Youqi had to chant it every day.
Because every time she recited this poem, she always felt that Wandong had not left her, but was quietly accompanying her beside her. Only when reciting this poem, Wan Youqi's heartache like a knife will calm down, and her face will show a long-lost smile.
"The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright. Don't you suffer from cold and heat? Pines and cypresses have their own nature!"
Before Wan Youqi could recite the second half, a clear voice preceded her and recited the entire second half of the poem.
This voice was clearly Wan Dong's, and it was so familiar and kind to Wan Youqi.
The tears in Wan Youqi's eyes suddenly turned into tears and burst out, "Is it an illusion? An illusion is just an illusion. It's good to hear Xiaodong's voice again... "
Wan Youqi was murmuring, and a warm hand gently pressed on her shoulder. Wan Youqi trembled violently, turned her head and looked over, and saw Wan Dong's eyes flashing. With tears in his eyes, he looked at her intently.
Wan Youqi exclaimed, jumped up suddenly, hastily wiped the tears from her eyes, and said with some embarrassment, "Yao Ting, it turns out it's you... ah! No, that poem just now..."
Wan Youqi suddenly reacted, her expression immediately changed, and her eyes looking at Wan Dong were even more shocked.
Wan Dong smiled slightly and said, "It has been so many years. General Wan still remembers this poem?"
Wan Youqi couldn't help but nodded. I'm afraid she will never forget this poem in her lifetime.
"No! This poem, you... how did you know about it? This... Xiaodong wrote this to me back then. Only a limited number of people know it. But Yaoting, you are in Yunzhong City, thousands of miles apart. how come… "
"Auntie!" Listening to Wan Youqi's murmur as if she was in a daze, Wan Dong finally couldn't help it. With a cry, he knelt down in front of Wan Youqi with a bang, tears streaming down his face.
There seemed to be tens of millions of electric currents hitting Wan Youqi all at once. Wan Youqi's delicate body trembled wildly, and she took three steps back uncontrollably. The expression on her face changed, and her beautiful eyes seemed to have already... Lost focus.
"You... what did you call me?"
Wan Dong cried bitterly and shouted, "Auntie! I am the Xiaodong you think about day and night, Auntie..."
"You... what did you say? How... how is this possible? I... "
"Auntie, have you forgotten? I was only seven years old that year. I had a high fever and the doctors in the entire Tiandu Kingdom were helpless. When you were guarding the border at the time, when you heard the news, you immediately took the three-leaf golden lotus and carried it three times in a row. For three days and three nights, many horses were exhausted and rushed back. I recovered from my illness, but you were punished by my father for leaving your post without permission. You laugh and cry more and more, but I still laugh at you and call you a madman."
"This...how do you know this?" Wan Youqi was completely confused and asked blankly.
Wandong didn't answer, and added, "Also, my mother has not been with me since I was a child. Whenever I miss my mother, I can only sleep if you hold me. And the hibiscus buns you made, with thin skin and fillings." Big, I can eat more than a dozen in one sitting..."
"You... you are really my... my nephew Wandong!?" Wandong said so much in one breath, Wan Youqi couldn't believe it anymore. What's more, although Wan Dong was in Xu Yaoting's body at this time, his eyes were exactly the same as Wan Youqi's impression.
"Aunt! My nephew is unfilial. My nephew... my nephew should have known you a long time ago. My nephew is confused, but he knows he is wrong!"
"Xiaodong! My Xiaodong!" Wan Youqi could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart, opened her arms, and rushed towards Wan Dong in the air.
The aunt and nephew hugged each other tightly, their hearts filled with gratitude to God.
"You are really my Xiaodong, you really are!" The moment she saved Wandong, the last doubt in Wan Youqi's heart disappeared.
That feeling of blood connection and mind connection is so strong and so real!
In an instant, all the doubts in Wan Youqi's heart disappeared.
No wonder Young Hou has such deep feelings for Tiandu Kingdom, Tiandu Kingdom is his home! No wonder the young prince respects her so much, he is her most beloved nephew! No wonder... No wonder...
Holding Wan Dong in her arms at this time, Wan Youqi wanted to cry loudly. God has mercy on me, God has mercy on me!
"Come on, let aunt take a look. Let aunt take a good look!" Wan Youqi looked at Wandong's face carefully. Although Wandong's face was completely different from before, it was still so lovable. Wan Youqi can't get enough of it.
The joy of regaining something made Wan Youqi feel like a small boat in the stormy waves, unable to calm down.
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I... I should have..." Facing Wan Youqi's eyes full of excitement and love, Wan Dong felt even more ashamed.
"No! It's my aunt who should be the one to say I'm sorry. Growing up, you have trusted your aunt so much, but when you needed your aunt's support the most, your aunt... Xiaodong, you... you have suffered." As he said, Dadi Big tears rolled down Wan Youqi's cheeks.
The scene on Hidden Dragon Peak almost became Wan Youqi's nightmare. Over the past year, she was awakened from her deep sleep countless times. Wan Youqi swore more than once that if she could turn back time, she would never let this tragedy happen again.
"Xiaodong, you... do you hate me?" Wan Youqi took a long breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength before asking this question. After asking, a pretty face was immediately shrouded in intense tension and anxiety, and he even held his breath. (To be continued)