The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1201 The Origin (195)

Liu Weixi was sitting on the soft couch with a disgusted expression, her eyes were a little red, as if she hadn't rested all night, Wen Chen walked into the room without attracting her attention.

Wen Chen frowned lightly, in the past, her mother always got up enthusiastically when she saw him, but today she seems to be in a bad mood.

He thought about it for a moment, decided not to disturb his mother, turned around and walked out.

He was about to walk out of the door when Liu Weixi moved, with a tired voice, "Chen'er, have you had breakfast yet?"

Wen Chen retracted his foot towards the threshold, turned around and bowed to Liu Weixi, "Mother, I just came back from outside and haven't eaten yet."

Liu Weixi paused for a moment, got up from the couch, walked to the table and sat down, "You also went outside the city to join in the fun, did you find anything?"

Wen Chen shook his head.

"Come and sit." Liu Weixi finished speaking to Wenchen, and then told the servants, "Xiao Ru, go prepare breakfast."

Wen Chen walked to the table and sat down next to Liu Weixi, while Xiao Ru, who was serving at the door, went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

Wenchen saw Liu Weixi regained his energy, and asked, "Mother, did something happen? You don't seem very happy."

Liu Weixi looked at the old tree in the yard, as if he saw a little child practicing under the tree, but in the blink of an eye, there was only a lonely courtyard, and the tree that had been bathed in the spiritual rain flourished overnight and was full of vitality. It is her child's feedback to the world.

Liu Weixi didn't dare to look more, she looked away, and sighed: "A person who is very important to mother went away last night, so mother is a little sad."

Wenchen was surprised and without thinking, "Mother, are you talking about the immortal outside the city last night?"

After Wen Chen finished speaking, he suddenly became nervous, afraid that that person would be An Jiu.

Although Luo Hao said that An Jiu hadn't ascended to immortality yet, what if An Jiu hid his cultivation?
Liu Weixi stared deeply at Wenchen, and shook his head after a long while, his voice choked up, "Of course not, Mother doesn't recognize anyone except you, an immortal who has already ascended to immortality, I'm talking about your aunt My younger sister, she was seriously injured when she went out to practice, she endured more than ten years, but she still couldn’t hold on, so she just left, the letter from your aunt last night, we will leave tomorrow to express our condolences.”

She was reluctant to have her daughter die without a funeral, so she contacted her own sister and asked her to arrange a small funeral at her house, and let Luo Xing be buried as her daughter.

No matter what happened to the others, she, Quan Yi, and several children were all going to attend.

Hearing that it was a younger sister, Wenchen breathed a sigh of relief, did not continue this topic, and instead said: "Mother, don't mention these sad things, mother, please tell me about my childhood."

"..." This topic doesn't bring much joy!

For a while, Liu Weixi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but when it came to Luo Xing's childhood, she did have a lot to say, so she started to narrate it intermittently.

Wenchen listened quietly. He couldn't find any sense of familiarity in Liu Weixi's words, and could only slowly describe in his mind what he should have been like when he was a child.

After Liu Weixi finished his narration, he asked Chen, "Does mother have a portrait of me when I was a child? I want to see what I looked like when I was a child."

Thinking of something, Liu Weixi sighed and muttered, "This child is always so thoughtful."

She stood up, went to the bookstore, rummaged through the painting basket, and found the portrait that Luo Xing had left for her.

Open the picture scroll, it shows a teenage boy wearing azure-colored clothes, with bright and bright eyebrows, holding a long sword, standing dignifiedly in the middle of the busy city, surrounded by the noisy surroundings. Even more quiet, like the clear and bright moon in the sky, unattainable.

Although Wenchen usually wears a mask, he still knows what he looks like, and the person in the picture scroll is his miniature version.It's just that the temperament exuded by the person in the painting is somewhat different from the current him, and it is also somewhat different from the young man who escaped from nonsense in his mother's description.

Wen Chen took the painting, and traced the outline with his fingers. When he got closer, he realized that the painter's technique was so delicate that even the fluff on the face was painted. "Mother, who painted this painting?"

"It was drawn by the girl who admired you before, but she didn't dare to give it to you, so she gave it to me." Liu Weixi's voice was very soft.

The daughter loved with perseverance and restraint, and when she left, she did not let the boy she loved know that there was someone who loved him to the core, just so that the boy she loved could spend these long years happily.

Ask Chen to grasp the point, "Before? Now she doesn't like me?"

"No."

"Then why do you say she was the girl who admired me before?"

"Because that child's blessings are poor, people who are young are gone, and that child admires you until death."

Life and death are separated by a huge gap, which the world will never be able to cross.

When the topic came to this point, both of them fell into silence.

After a while, Wenchen asked, "Mother, do I like her?"

Would he have had a crush on a girl before he lost his memory?
Liu Weixi thought about the first time he saw Wenchen, and nodded solemnly, "You like her too, but you forgot about her."

Perhaps it is precisely because of the pain of remembering, Xing'er arranged this way to erase all the memories of Mr. Wenchen about this world, so that he, who was originally an orphan, has loving parents, a naughty younger brother, and a newborn like a newborn. A happy life will not remember, and there will be no pain.

When Wen Chen heard that he had a girl he liked, he raised his hand to press his heart, and found that the heartbeat was beating normally, without any fluctuations, as if he was listening to someone else's story, and he didn't even have the urge to know that girl.Not only that, when it comes to the word like, what comes to mind is the face of the woman in red that he met at the gate of the mansion that day.

That woman is also a disciple of Tianchen Sect, thinking of seeing her in Tianchen Sect in the future, she felt a little more secretly happy.

Wen Chen didn't speak for a long time, Liu Weixi stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Chen'er, aren't you curious what that girl looks like?"

Wen Chen shook his head, "Mother, I have no memory now. Even if I know her appearance, I probably don't have any feelings. It's better not to look at it, so as not to live up to this emotion. At least I liked her before I lost my memory, and she liked me. This relationship is complete.”

He has a girl he has a glimpse of, and knowing what that girl looks like is just to add to his troubles, and there is nothing else except to add a little guilt to a dead person.

Liu Weixi choked up, smiled for a long time, and said in a three-point cold tone, "You are transparent, mother is a little tired after not sleeping all night, so I won't have breakfast with you, and you will go back to rest earlier after breakfast one time."

(End of this chapter)