Can Haruki rely on it?

After finally thinking about it, Jiang Chenyuan took care of the business that night. As for who did it, there are many possibilities for this kind of problem.However, it can be seen from the morning and evening when the two of them woke up the next morning.Jiang Muyuan was actually quite curious, just because he was really embarrassed to ask Wuqing, but the latter looked at him with an expression that I wanted to know very, very, very very much, pursed his lips and smiled, spread Mu Yuan's palm and wrote a few words, Jiang Muyuan immediately put on his original expression, and changed his expression a second later.Wuqing smiled and looked at his long-hated face, "It's not a kiss anyway."

"At least I have the same surname as me!" Jiang Muyuan raised a distressed face from the teacup, and Wuqing smoothed his hair across a table, "Isn't that good?"

"Then what should I call it?" It's impossible to call a son "brother-in-law" or a younger brother "daughter-in-law", right? ? ?

"It's fine as it is."

Jiang Muyuan tilted his head and thought for a while, "It seems to be okay."

The water poured out by the married daughter is the hot water poured out by the married brother.

After more than three months, Bai Rong and Jiang Chenyuan bid farewell to Wuqing and Jiang Muyuan, saying that they were going to roam around, using the sky as their quilt and the earth as their bed, and went to ride the wind and eat flowers for their fragrance.Before leaving, Jiang Muyuan didn't go out, he was very afraid of parting, even if there was only a brief separation, he would be very sad, looking at Jiang Chenyuan's still crimson but desolate back from afar, Jiang Muyuan's eyes were red, it was his relatives.

Wuqing sent the two of them out, and patted Bai Rong on the shoulder, "Come back often when you have time, you~mother...I really miss you."

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Jiang Muyuan silently lowered his eyelids, sighed and said, "They've all grown up."

Wuqing walked to his side, hugged him silently, and patted him on the back without saying a word.Jiang Muyuan knew that this was more effective than any comforting words.

Today's parting is the beginning of the next reunion, Wuqing told Jiang Muyuan this way.Thus, he had hope. In a person's life, there are always some concerns that he cannot forget or let go.Jiang Muyuan waited eagerly every morning and evening.

The willow tree in the yard is already as thick as three people hugging each other. I remember that when the house was first built, it was only as thick as a bridge pillar. Enjoying the cool, occasionally the light and shadow cast from the gaps shine on the face, flickering, soft and soft.

Ten years later, for a demon, it is in the blink of an eye; for a human, it is just a trance.

I don't know if the climate has changed, but Jiang Muyuan always feels cold, and now it's late autumn, but he always feels that the ground will freeze, and even stepping on it is hard.I wanted to come out to bask in the sun, but suddenly it began to rain.Jiang Muyuan supported the tree and sneezed a few times, then coughed for a long time.He straightened up and wiped away the tears coughed up from the corners of his eyes, tightened his outer robe, turned and went into the room.

Wuqing went out early this morning, Jiang Muyuan poked the fire in the stove with tongs, and dropped a piece of firewood dully, being used to Wuqing's care, even the fire in the stove was not as prosperous as Wuqing's.He took off his shoes and went to bed, and couldn't wait for Wuqing to come back, so he had to cover himself with the quilt and lie down, wrapping himself tightly, only showing a pair of eyes staring at the door.I don't know what happened these years. I am not yet 30 years old, but my body is not in good shape. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when I realized it, I felt that it was getting worse day by day.Every day Wuqing got some precious medicinal materials and boiled them into medicine from nowhere.Jiang Muyuan didn't like to take medicine since he was a child. He remembered that when he was a child, he was beaten by his father and fell into a coma for two days because of bullying Jiang Chenyuan.Every time when taking medicine, Jiang Chenyuan always acted like a baby and asked Wuqing to feed him, and Wuqing didn't refuse, every time he looked at him dotingly, and then gave him the whole bowl of medicine one mouthful at a time.

Sleeping in a trance, I heard the door creaking, feeling dazedly being hugged in someone's arms, Jiang Muyuan leaned into that warm embrace, feeling that most of the cold had gone from his body, and fell asleep again with his eyes closed .When I woke up, I saw Wuqing sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a book in one hand and clasping her hand tightly with the other, a warm current rushed through my heart.

Gently moved the clenched hand, "Wuqing, you're back."

Wuqing put down the book in her hand, lowered her body and straightened Jiang Muyuan's messy hair, "Well, do you feel better today?"

"It's better. I planned to bask in the sun, but it's raining again." Jiang Muyuan's expression was slightly depressed.

Wuqing continued to cut his hair, "I'll wait for the sun to come out with you."

One sentence calmed down Jiang Muyuan's bewildered heart.

After a while, Jiang Muyuan closed Del's eyelashes and moved, "Wuqing, I want to go home and have a look."

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

The next day, the dark clouds parted a bit, and the sun cast a faint shadow. Jiang Muyuan drew his hand from his thick sleeves to cover his eyes that were hurt by the sun, "At least it's the sun."

Yi County is in the southwest, and Jiang Muyuan's hometown is in the southeast, but it's actually not far away. The reason why he hasn't been back for ten years is because he doesn't think he has anything to worry about.However, at this time, Jiang Muyuan actually hated himself for being cruel, fortunately it's not too late yet.

Three days later, Jiang Muyuan stood in front of the Jiang family's vermilion lacquered gate. Everything was as it was in memory. Jiang Muyuan took a few steps forward, gently lifted the door knocker that hadn't been warmed by the sun, slightly bent the corners of his mouth, and turned around. Looking at Wuqing standing behind him, "Look, it's great, they're still there." Fu quickly continued, "You're here too."

The door knocker was pulled up and down, and a dull sound passed through the thick iron door into Jiang Muyuan's ears, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time...

The iron door was opened from the inside, revealing a pair of withered hands, followed by an old voice, and finally a head of silver-white hair, "Who are you looking for?"

"Uncle Zheng." Jiang Muyuan called softly.

The old man rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong, not sure, "Master...Master?"

"I'm back." I'm back, to some.Ten years of waiting was just for this one sentence.

Zheng Bo's hands trembled excitedly, he took Jiang Muyuan's same thin hand and looked at it for a long time, finally he remembered something and immediately let go, and immediately disappeared.Then his old but cheerful voice sounded in the yard, "Master, the young master is back! Master, the young master is really back!"

Jiang Muyuan stood at the door blankly, looking at Wuqing nonchalantly, "Am I unfilial?"

Wuqing gently squeezed his hand, "It's not too late yet."

Since Jiang Muyuan disappeared, Jiang's father has been sick for many years. He originally thought that something happened to him outside, but people kept asking about his whereabouts. After searching all over the country, there was still no news. They all straighten their quilts, but they look decades older in an instant.Losing a wife in middle age, losing a child in old age, who can bear such a blow?In this way, a little wind and cold is enough to wear down the whole person.

So when he heard Steward Zheng shouting for his son to come back, his heart beat happily for a few seconds, and he couldn't bear the excitement and rushed out the door.Two seconds later, Jiang's father calmed down, got out of bed with his clothes, and asked his servants to remove any traces that would make others notice that there was a patient in the yard.Then he ordered Steward Zheng to ask Jiang Muyuan to come in.

Standing in front of his house, Jiang Muyuan was timid, he didn't dare to just step in like that, he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart, since Mrs. Jiang passed away, Jiang Muyuan felt that there was nothing in this yard that he could miss.In fact, he has regretted it all these years, but he just doesn't want to face it.It’s like a prisoner who was sentenced to death, but the person who sentenced him didn’t tell him when to execute the sentence, but the prisoner knew that he was going to die, and he was waiting for suffering every day and every moment. Finally, after that moment, the dust settled, The prisoner was timid.

Jiang Muyuan felt that he was the prisoner at this moment.

"Wuqing, why don't we go back?"

"Wait a little longer." With Wuqing for so many years, every time he was restless, as long as he was by his side, just a word could calm him down.

"Okay." Then the door opened, and it was still Zheng Bo who opened the door, "Master let the young master in." Zheng Bo glanced at Wuqing who was behind Jiang Muyuan, "This is... the young master's friend, right?"

Jiang Muyuan quickly replied: "Yes." Then he added, "Very important friend."

Wuqing looked at Jiang Muyuan's expression of bringing his son-in-law to meet his parents, smiled silently, and followed Jiang Muyuan into the door.

Looking nostalgicly at the mountains, rivers, plants and trees of the past, Jiang Muyuan's eyes were flooded with water, it's so good, everything is still there.

Following Zheng Bo all the way into the hall, Wuqing stopped and said softly: "Go in, I'll wait for you outside."

Jiang Muyuan turned and pushed open the door. Jiang's father was sitting in the high hall, his face looked very unkind. Jiang Muyuan knew that he must be very angry at this moment, more angry than any time he got into trouble when he was a child. After all, this was the biggest one he had ever made. Woe to it.

Jiang Muyuan knelt down on the ground, respectfully. "Father, the child is not filial. I came to ask you to get drunk."

Father Jiang slapped the table, "Nizi, you still know how to come back!"

"The child is unfilial, please father to punish." Jiang Muyuan kowtowed lightly.

"Steward Zheng, bring your crutches!" As soon as Steward Zheng heard Father Jiang's summons, he immediately opened the door and trotted in, knelt beside Jiang Muyuan and begged for mercy: "Master, this must never be allowed! The young master is safe and sound. Come back, don't be angry anymore."

Without a trace of emotion, "Bring it!"

Zheng Bo knew that when the master was angry, no one could persuade him, so he got up silently and took the leading crutch that had been passed down from four generations of the Jiang family. It is said that it was left by Jiang Muyuan's great-grandmother. None can escape the punishment of this crutch.Then it was power, now it is majesty.

Grabbing the crutches, Jiang's father stood up from the chair, walked towards Jiang Muyuan step by step, "" Get down, the cold words seemed to contain no emotion, Jiang Muyuan obediently got down.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Jiang Muyuan trembled slightly when the stick fell, "It shouldn't take so long to go home."

"What else?" When the second stick fell, Jiang Muyuan said with a pale face, "You shouldn't abandon your family."

"That's all?" The third stick fell, and Jiang Muyuan's forehead was already dripping with sweat, "That's all."

"Then I'll tell you today, first, unfilial; second, unrighteous; third, unfaithful." Jiang's father also made great efforts to hit him with a stick every time he said a word.

Wuqing listened to the sound of the crutches falling outside, her palms were sweating, and she really wanted to rush in, but she held back when she thought of what Jiang Muyuan said to herself, "I want to face it by myself".Some hurdles must be crossed by yourself.

Until the end, Uncle Zheng couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly hugged Father Jiang's sleeves and threw himself on the ground, "Master, please forgive the young master! You have been reluctant to beat him since you were a child, so you don't feel sorry for him?"

Jiang Muyuan was lying on the ground unable to move, so he turned his head and smiled at Zheng Bo with difficulty, "Zheng Bo, I'm fine."

Jiang Muyuan was grown up by Zheng Bo, just like his own son, when he heard this sentence, he burst into tears.

Father Jiang's hands trembled angrily, he threw down his crutches and rushed out of the room. Seeing Wuqing standing outside the door stop, he asked, "Why didn't you come in and stop me?" In order to think that a friend is back, this must be the one.

"He said he wanted to face it alone."

Father Jiang flicked his sleeves and left.

Father Jiang felt sorry for beating his son more than anyone else.Only this time, he got into too much trouble.

The author has something to say: Woohoo~~ Xiao Zi really wants cute readers. . .Then... it's okay to be uncut~~