At night, the two children were playing in the house, while Shu Nuan and Wen Zhigong were drinking tea in the main hall.
Shu Nuan could see that Wen Zhigu was worried, so out of worry he couldn't help but ask her, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I was too tired from traveling the past few days. When I went to Plum Garden, I felt like I saw my brother..."
Hearing this, Shu Nuan was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that Wen Zhigu's concern was about her brother.
She naturally knew that Wen Zhigu's younger brother was killed in the bloodbath in Seoul four years ago, and she had never wanted to recall that disaster. Now that the old events were brought up again, the uneasiness in her heart vaguely emerged again. Come up.
"Are you too tired?"
This is Beichuan, far, far away from Seoul.
She could not imagine any possibility that Wen Zhigu's brother would appear in the plum garden in Beichuan.
Wen Zhigu smiled bitterly, "Yeah."
Even Shu Nuan thought this was outrageous, maybe it was just her own illusion.
"Don't think too much." Shu Nuan comforted her.
I don't know if it was because of bringing up old things again, but there was always a thorn in Wen Zhigu's heart. She felt the pain so clearly that she couldn't help but ask Shu Nuan, "Have you ever thought about it?"
Shu Nuan lowered his head, not looking at Wen Zhihu, and said softly: "No."
"I... Sometimes when I look at Xiao Jian, I feel very complicated. You know Shu Nuan, Xiao Jian really looks like him. I can't help but think about the last words he said to me, but I And I understand that he is him, and Xiao Jian is Xiao Jian..."
"That's enough for you." Shu Nuan looked up at her and said, "Xiao Jian is Xiao Jian, that's enough."
She didn't know what Ji Xubai was thinking back then, but she had seen Wen Zhigu all these years. Wen Zhigu had never treated Xiao Jian with hatred. Wen Zhigu really regarded Xiao Jian as his own. A person's child comes to love and teach.
"Will it always be like this?" Wen smiled knowingly, a bit bitterly.
"Who knows what will happen in the future, but doing the present well is probably the only thing we can do now."
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In Qingzhi's room.
Qingzhi sat on the couch, her head slightly lowered, and her two small hands turned the Kongming lock in her hands very dexterously and attentively. After studying for a while, she untied the Kongming lock and placed it on Wen Jian's desk where he was writing. Go up and look at Wen Jian with a quiet expression.
Wen Jian stopped writing a line, looked up at Qing Zhi, gave her a thumbs up, and said "Wen Jian is a big idiot" three times in a row.
Qingzhi, who had made a successful bet, curled her lips and nodded with satisfaction.
"Qingzhi, will you prepare a gift for me during the Chinese New Year?"
Qingzhi looked at him without blinking and shook her head.
Wen Jian was not disappointed. She looked at her and said, "Then I want to give you a gift. The gift this time is different from last year."
Qingzhi blinked her long and curly eyelashes and wrote to ask him: What is it
Wen Jian raised her eyebrows somewhat proudly: "I won't tell you."
Qingzhi glanced at him, took Kong Mingsuo back, lowered his head and continued playing without chatting with him.
But she was a little girl after all, and after a while she was coaxed by her little brother Jian to play something else together.
But this time Wen Zhigu didn't last long. After all, the new year was approaching and he had a lot of things to do. Therefore, after visiting Beichuan for a few days, Wen Zhigu had to take Wen Jian back.
However, the two little guys secretly agreed behind the adults’ backs that they would stay together during the Chinese New Year.