"Why?"

Ascending in autumn is the most refreshing, but Wang Zhonggu, who is holding his hand on the top of the mountain and letting the wind sweep his clothes and hunting, looks very serious.

"I always thought that you wanted to marry Lun girl."

Standing quietly, Wang Siqian's expression was very respectful, but he was also very serious.

“… Because, for many reasons. ”

"Because, the benevolent man does not take the favor of others, not to mention, the nameless he can say that he has nothing more than me, and what to compete with him... I can't do that. ”

"Because, a gentleman promises a thousand gold, I once swore that if I want to release him, I must release him, and what I pay for this is my own business."

"Because, I have my responsibility, I want to become stronger, I want to lead the entire Wang family, I... I still have so much to do that I can't get caught up in something. ”

"Because..."

Waving his hand lightly, blocking Wang Siqian's speech, Wang Zhonggu pondered for a while and said, "The reason... These are just the reasons... But since you won't tell me why, then I don't want to hear it anymore. I just want to know, know something else..."

"Have you ever liked Lun girl? Do you like her so much that you want to marry her? ”

Mu Ran stood up, the corners of Wang Siqian's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't answer anything... However, looking at this, Wang Zhonggu no longer needs to "hear" his answer.

By father and son nature, he can almost "feel" the pain of his son, and that feeling is more intense and straightforward than "hearing".

(Son...) ）

He also felt bitter, Wang Zhonggu had nothing to comfort, he knew that there were some injuries that only time could heal...

With a long sigh, Wang Zhonggu turned around and looked at the pine waves of the mountain, rising and falling in the mountain wind, but in the whistling sound, there was a low, low and whispering voice.

“… And, in this case, the father ... Father, you should be happy too, right? ”

(What?!) ）

His body shook violently, and Wang Zhonggu turned around like lightning, but he only saw a back, a strong and upright back, but with unwillingness and grievances.

"Len... It's impossible for me and her to be there, right? We are the Gentlemen, Lun... His father was just a guest of the Wang family, a Han clan who couldn't even tell the county... Whether you or the elders of the clan, it is impossible for you to tolerate her becoming the bride of the Langya royal family..."

His fist was clenched so much that he almost crushed his bones, but Wang Zhonggu finally calmed down and slowly turned back.

"You, keep talking."

"Nameless thing, I... I also know I'm wrong... I'm sure you won't cast a curse for no reason... You must be upset, I know... I... I can't you off anymore..."

Silent, Wang Zhonggu tried his best to suppress his impulse, an impulse that he had not had in more than twenty years.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Wang Zhonggu looked at it, only to see the ups and downs of the peaks and mountains, and the white clouds were all over the field, but somehow, he seemed to see a child, working hard, struggling, hoping to attract his father's attention, hoping to please his father.

(Just, just to make me happy, Wu'er...) ）

The effort to suppress the feelings was almost collapsed by another sentence: the voice became lower and lower, and Wang Siqian said: "Moreover, I have also heard... I heard that father, you invited Ge Zhong's liar to come... I, I don't want to get that liar to say something in front of everyone, I don't agree with Lun, and say something nonsense about Xiao Lun's wife..."

With his hands crossed in front of him, pinching his tiger mouth hard, Wang Zhonggu tried to keep his voice steady: "It turns out that you know... So, son, I also want to ask, will you believe that kind of thing? ”

"I don't believe it."

The firm voice clearly reflected Wang Siqian's attitude.

"I never believed in numerology, I never believed in those nonsense, I didn't believe that people's 'future' would be doomed by the 'past' without effort, and I believed that Lun wouldn't believe it... Still, I don't want him to say it. ”

"Why?"

"Because, if he says it, I have to 'believe'..."

His voice gradually became hoarse, and Wang Siqian finally said: "Because, this is your idea, Dad, because, I don't want to go against your idea in person... Dad. By the end of the day, his voice was choking.

On the other side, Wang Zhonggu's body was completely stiff. Suddenly, he realized that his son had really grown up, and he was shocked to realize how considerate and sensible his son was.

(Perhaps, my son, we are all wrong...... ）

completely gave up the intention of suppressing his feelings, Wang Zhonggu let the tears flow, and the tears that had not appeared for more than 20 years flowed happily.

On the top of the mountain, the wind was blowing strongly, and the two men standing on their backs were silently weeping for their own reasons.

"So, Wu'er... Now, what are you going to do? ”

"First of all, I want to help Nameless and Len settle down, and then, I want to travel for a while."

Speaking slowly in a deep voice, Wang Siqian said that although he successfully defeated the ghost summoner, he was not satisfied.

"Human desire... I think that its ultimate state should be the spontaneous nature of 'doing what you want, not exceeding the rules', rather than forcibly using Gezhi Kung Fu to guide your desires to be natural... However, I don't know how to accumulate such a realm for the time being, so I want to go out for a while and travel through some academy jungles..."

Muttered, Wang Siqian said, in this way, maybe he can also gain some comprehension in the Dizang technique, but listening to it, Wang Zhonggu knew that he was completely insincere.

(Do you want to escape...) But... ）

After being silent for a long time, Wang Zhonggu did not object to Wang Siqian's opinion, for the future, the head of the Wang family really needs to establish a deep and solid network, since he is determined to trust the mountain spring for a period of time, he can take this opportunity to arrange for him to enhance his familiarity with the two backbone classes of Buddhism and Taoism.

"Very well, Wu'er... Do whatever you want. ”

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In the sixteenth year of Emperor Shaojing, autumn, Hanzhou, Liliang Mansion, Pingyang County

"At the beginning of people, their nature is good, their sex is similar, and their habits are far away..."

The sound of neat reading, Langlang is pleasant, and dozens of children shake their heads and read happily with the command of Mr.

The school is located at the edge of the county, next to the continuous mountains called "Yangdun Mountain" by the local customs, the yard is not big, the houses are very ordinary, but the yard is cleaned up, the wall is crawling with vines and vines, looking at its own charm.

Among the children, there were no children of rich families, and they were all dressed in coarse cloth and patches, but the gentleman, dressed in pure white Confucian robes, seemed to be very expensive. He was only twenty-four or five years old, slightly taller than ordinary people, very slender, and although his smile was faint, he was very energetic, revealing a vigorous smell, and because of him, everything in this room, although simple and ordinary, was remarkably very energetic. Even those children seemed to be in good spirits, and none of them kowtowed and took a nap.

"Alright, alright, let's eat!"

A hearty greeting came from the courtyard, and when they heard this, the students exploded their nests in an uproar, and they stopped talking, but they didn't dare to run around, they all raised their heads and looked at Mr. with blank eyes, and the gentleman smiled bitterly, put down the book in his hand, and waved his hand: "Let's eat." As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, as if he was a little tired, but those students suddenly became lively, running out one after another, and said gossipily: "Master, what are you eating today?" I listened to the hearty voice and smiled: "There is a good one today, there is water milled tofu!" I heard another cheer.

"Len..."

Smiling wryly, the gentleman paced out of the room.

"How many times have you said that you will eat until noon, you see...", he raised his head, squinted at the sun, and smiled: "There will be a moment or two." ”

"Little Mo... Don't be so dead-eyed? ”

Giggling, ignoring him at all, the "master" patted Mr. on the face, and said with a smile: "You never feel hungry, but you can't ignore others, I'm hungry, these little guys are also hungry, they follow their parents into the city before dawn, eat very early, and the people in the city are different..." ”

The place to eat is the center of the courtyard, with the sky exposed, and a long table that is a little crooked, with three large pots of vegetables on it, steaming, but all vegetarian dishes, only a little tofu in one pot, the group of students have already sat down with their own bowls, and their eyes are staring at the tofu.

With a cough, the gentleman sat down, and the students got up together and said respectfully: "Teacher Mo is good, teacher is good." The gentleman smiled and said, "Eat." Mr. Fang wanted to raise chopsticks, but he had already heard someone bite his ear and say: "Don't move the tofu, let the little ones eat a little more, I fried a small plate for you and hid it in the kitchen..."

Suddenly, a very gentle and pleasant voice smiled: "It's a coincidence, it's the time of the meal, nameless, Lun, do you have a bowl of me?" ”

Stunned, the two of them at the same time, saw a dusty man in green shirts, smiling, standing outside the fence.

The gentleman quickly stood up, but at the same time, the other quicker than he was, jumped up from the bench and let out a scream of joy.

"Xiao Qian... Where have you died in the past two years?! ”