Early the next morning.
Ling Song is still asleep.
In the dream, as usual, the regent came to his imperial couch to wake him up.
He refused and pulled up the quilt to pretend he didn't hear it.
"It's already here at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty and you are still lying in bed! Why don't you get up quickly!"
Ling's mother's angry voice sounded above his head, and the quilt was lifted for him.
Ling Song opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly saw the regent,... no, it was Wen Yuanchu's condescending and cold face.
Drowsiness suddenly woke up most of the time.
The nightmare is reflected in reality, which is scary enough.
He sat up slowly, and muttered: "What time is it now, do you have to make up lessons early in the morning? Don't let people pass."
Ling's mother was not angry: "Yuanchu kindly helped you make up your lessons, but you still pick and choose, you are really embarrassed."
Ling Song rubbed his face, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Who told this person to look like the Prince Regent who poisoned him in his previous life, hum.
"It was agreed yesterday that I will take you for a morning run." Wen Yuanchu reminded him.
"oh."
He really forgot.
Really going for a morning run...
Stared at by his mother and Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song reluctantly left the bed.
Get out of bed and go to the bathroom to wash.
Walking out of the house, the sky is not yet full light.
Ling Song complained unhappily: "I woke up so early, I was not so active in my previous life to catch up with the morning court."
Wen Yuanchu turned his head to look at him.
Ling Song laughed, and choked out a sentence: "I'm talking nonsense."
Wen Yuanchu: "Let's go."
After he finished speaking, he started to trot first, and Ling Song followed reluctantly.
The villa area where they live is very quiet, and there are very few people in this area except for one or two people who occasionally run and walk their dogs.
Ling Song felt bored after running for a few steps, turned his back and ran backwards, talking to Wen Yuanchu.
"What are we going to eat after running in a while? We're all out, so let's have breakfast outside?"
This person only thinks about eating.
Wen Yuanchu: "I can do whatever you want."
Ling Song was slightly dissatisfied with his attitude: "Hey, Wen Yuanchu, can't you say a few more words? I'm so bored when you're like this."
Obviously you caught me out for a run.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "What do you want to say?"
"Talk about ideals, talk about life, shouldn't we talk about some positive and sunny topics in such a hopeful morning?"
Wen Yuanchu: "...you start."
Ling Song thought for a while and asked him, "What ideal do you have?"
you.
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything.
Ling Song raised his eyebrows: "Can't you say it? So mysterious?"
Wen Yuanchu looked ahead and lowered his voice: "You don't understand even if you tell me."
Ling Song refused: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't understand?"
"What ideal do you have?" Wen Yuanchu asked him back.
Ling Song choked.
What ideal does he have
In his previous life, he was a king of subjugation. He died at the age of nineteen and achieved nothing. The only thing left in the history books is the comment of "weak and incompetent".
In this life... In this life, whether he can even get into college is a big problem.
It is not allowed to make rice worms at home for a lifetime.
Thinking about it, I am quite unwilling.
Forget it, he didn't think about anything else, it would be great if he could live a little longer than his previous life.
"My ideal." Ling Song took a deep breath and smiled, "Live beyond the age of nineteen."
Wen Yuanchu stopped in his tracks.
Ling Song had already turned around and ran forward, giggling.
He didn't see the extremely complex and unspeakable emotions that flashed in Wen Yuanchu's eyes at that moment.
Twenty minutes later, Ling Song sat down on a bench in the garden in the middle of the street, out of breath: "Stop running, I'm exhausted, let me talk slowly."
Wen Yuanchu stood in front of him and stretched out his hand: "Get up, don't sit still just after running, walk slowly for a while."
Ling Song refused: "No."
"stand up."
"I can't get up."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed him directly, clasped his wrist, and pulled him forward.
Ling Song was startled: "What are you doing, let go."
"Go to have breakfast, and then walk two streets forward, there is a morning market."
Ling Song who was struggling immediately stopped and shut up.
After leaving the villa area, after crossing a big road, you will arrive at the bustling downtown.
It was completely dawn.
The morning market is full of old people and children who come out for breakfast, and the air is filled with the tempting aroma of food.
"Look how many young people wake up as early as us. Today is the weekend."
Ling Song stretched out his hand to poke Wen Yuanchu's arm.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
He asked Ling Song to choose what to eat, and Ling Song chose a seafood wonton shop.
After sitting down, he looked around and asked Wen Yuanchu, "Do you often come to this place?"
"Um."
Wen Yuanchu handed him the unpacked chopsticks and spoon.
Ling Song thought to himself, I really didn't see it.
In the night market last time, and in the morning market this time, Wen Yuanchu turned out to be like this, how do you say that word, oh, a down-to-earth person.
As for himself.
I'm also happy with the people.
"In these two weekends, I will start ninth grade mathematics, and I will also have to add physics in the first grade of junior high school. After that, I will have one hour of mathematics, physics, and English every night."
Ling Song suddenly froze: "So many? I only have one head, so I can't remember so many subjects."
Wen Yuanchu did not let go, and encouraged him: "You are very smart. You can learn mathematics to the ninth grade in such a short period of time. You can't pick one out of a hundred people. Don't underestimate yourself. The junior high school courses are not difficult, and you can definitely do it. "
Ling Song opened his mouth, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
This man is really different from the Regent.
The regent would not praise him, but Wen Yuanchu would. Speaking from this person's mouth, how could it make him so happy...
It is also strange.
Although Ling Song himself thought he was quite smart.
He just didn't have the chance to show himself in the past, and he was too cowardly, so he was tightly manipulated by the regent.
Now it's just learning, don't worry about other things, can you still do well
He has to improve a little bit, and he has to learn some results no matter what.
"Thank you for the compliment. Of course I know that I am very smart, the smartest in the world."
"No, with you here, let me be wronged and take the second place."
The corners of Ling Song's mouth were raised, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes, full of complacency.
It was as if there was an invisible tail behind him, swaying constantly.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him well.
Ling Song is very coaxing.
It's such a simple thing that he barely managed to do well until now.
The stupid one had always been him.
His gaze was too hot, and Ling Song's eyes showed doubts: "What are you staring at me for? Is there a flower growing on my face?"
"It's nothing." Wen Yuan came back to his senses and turned his eyes away.
The steaming wontons are already on the table.
… inexplicably.
Ling Song buried his head in eating, after running for so long, he was indeed hungry.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "You are not physically strong. You only ran for 20 minutes today. If you still jog, you will be so tired that you will not be able to breathe. In the sports meeting, you can run 5 kilometers in one breath. Now it is impossible to run down. You still have to keep exercising."
"Got it, Yuanchu father." Ling Song ate the wontons and answered him vaguely.
This man just likes to be his father, let him go.
After breakfast, the two returned the same way.
There are many more pedestrians on the road than before.
When I came here, there were old people doing Tai Chi in the empty street garden.
Ling Song looked interesting, and ran over to make a gesture with someone.
Those old people didn't pay attention at first, but when they saw Ling Song doing Tai Chi like a model, they all became interested and stopped to watch him together.
Ling Song didn't mind either, the more people he saw, the happier he was.
Every move, every move, trying to play the skinny of the immortal style, and bluff these old people.
He learned this from the masters who gained the Tao back then.
Far more authentic than these people's moves.
Enough to scare those who have never seen the world.
In the end, it became those old people who learned from Ling Song.
After finishing a set of Taijiquan, the old people were still unsatisfied, so they pulled Ling Song and refused to let him go, asking him to teach them more.
Ling Song waved his hands triumphantly: "No, no, I have to go back to study, I have to study and come back tomorrow."
Wen Yuanchu watched silently from the side.
After Ling Song had had enough fun, he walked over: "It's almost eight o'clock, let's go back."
The old people were very reluctant, and repeatedly told Ling Song: "You must come tomorrow."
Ling Song was very happy, pointed at Wen Yuanchu and said, "He asked me to come, so I will definitely come."
He bouncing back and forth beside Wen Yuanchu, his energy much better than before.
Sure enough, there is strength after eating enough.
"Wen Yuanchu, don't you think I look handsome doing Tai Chi?"
Wen Yuanchu replied calmly: "I think."
Ling Song clapped his hands: "You think so too?"
He sighed to himself again: "It's a pity, I can't get into college by practicing Tai Chi, I still have to study mathematics, physics and chemistry."
Wen Yuanchu had nothing to say: "You, Tai Chi is pretty good, how long have you been learning?"
Ling Song smiled all over his face: "Four hundred years."
Wen Yuanchu's expression remained motionless, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.
"Let me tell you, my master is a master of Taoism, and he taught me all this."
Wen Yuanchu: "Master?"
"Yeah, it's amazing."
He did have a master in his previous life. He was a master outside the world. He did not seek fame or profit, did not make alchemy or take drugs, but his skills were all true. He was lucky enough to survive under the king of Ni. It's a pity that the master only taught him some superficial skills, so he went to wander, and let the regent find a chance to poison him to death.
There was fleeting darkness in Wen Yuanchu's eyes, but Ling Song, who was alive and kicking, didn't notice it.
Wen Yuanchu said in a low voice, "I've never heard of it."
Ling Song pouted.
Of course you haven't heard of it, and you are not that dead ghost of the Regent.
It is really inexplicable that the dead ghost has always been hostile to his master in his previous life.
He is also fierce and stubborn.
No wonder his master and Ma Taifu didn't want to see a dead ghost, alas.
Ling Song thought about these past events in a wild way, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Most of the complacency just now had faded away.
He actually hates recalling those bad things in his previous life, but he always thinks about it again and again uncontrollably.
"Ling Song."
Wen Yuanchu suddenly made a sound.
Ling Song came back to his senses, and looked at him inexplicably: "Why?"
There was light in Wen Yuanchu's eyes: "Before you, didn't you ask me about my ideal?"
Does this person still care about this
Ling Song nodded: "Have you thought about it? Tell me."
After waiting for a while, he heard Wen Yuanchu's deep and gentle voice slowly say: "My ideal is to live with you past the age of nineteen."