Master, don't stop me from being an idol

one year later.

"Have you really thought it through?" Chu Zong folded the fan in his hand, unfolded it again and again.

Zhuang Yue turned around to look at him, her waist-length hair turned into short hair.

"Ah."

Chu Zong put away his fan, feeling very irritable, and after thinking about it, he said: "You are right to want to make up for Wen Baiyu, but why don't you reshape the immortal root?"

"Is there a conflict between the two?"

Zhuang Yuezhong's face was sickly pale after recovering from a serious injury, he shook his head and said: "If I reshape the immortal root, I will still be the Master Zhuang of Mingyue Sect."

"Isn't that bad?"

"Zhuang Zunzhu and his apprentice Wen Baiyu are no longer possible..." Zhuang Yuezhong changed a lot after waking up this time, the inaccessible condensed aura disappeared, and there was a bit of vicissitudes and dullness in his eyes.

It's like an old man in his twilight years.

"But Zhuang Yuezhong and Wen Baiyu, who are in another world, have an infinite future..." After saying this, he turned and stepped into the portal.

Chu Zong watched Zhuang Yuezhong's figure disappear, and understood the other party's meaning.

Zhuang Zunzhu of Mingyue Sect died a year ago.

— the same as his apprentice.

……

It's raining.

Wen Boyu put down the book, got up from the sofa, opened the glass door and walked to the balcony, and put in the clothes that were drying on it.

The rain fell suddenly, and the drizzle was continuous. On the bustling streets, pedestrians hurriedly ran to hide from the rain.

Wen Boyu put the clothes on his arm, and when he received half of them, he suddenly looked downstairs.

This rain should have left no one around, but there was a figure standing there, holding a black umbrella, his face hidden in the shadows.

But Wen Baiyu knew who that person was.

The umbrella was slowly raised, and the face hidden under the umbrella was revealed. Zhuang Yuezhong was wearing a black coat and stood upright on the spot. They looked at each other with Wen Baiyu.

Wen Boyu's eyes stayed on his short hair, and after a while slowly moved to his black eyes, before he spoke for a long time, each word fell like cold raindrops: "What are you doing now? "

"I'm here to make amends." Zhuang Yuezhong's voice was dry, as if she had exhausted all her strength just to say these words.

Wen Baiyu chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and sarcastically said: "You are ashamed of me, but what can you make up for me now?"

"In another world, they all guarded me like a treasure, for fear that I would get hurt..." Wen Baiyu paused for a moment and asked him, "Can you?"

Zhuang Yuezhong was speechless, his eyes showed pain and stubbornness.

"Forget it..." Wen Baiyu seemed to have lost all the patience to talk to Zhuang Yuezhong, "You can go wherever you want, I won't accompany you."

After speaking, he walked in and closed the glass door, cutting off the distance between the two.

The rain didn't stop until late at night, Wen Baiyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, a lamp was lit on the table next to him, the light reflected on his soft facial features, covering his soft facial features with a layer of warm "color".

The hands of the clock hanging on the wall went from one in the morning to five in the morning, Wen Baiyu seemed tireless, reading one book after another in the living room.

At seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Baiyu raised his eyes, and the whites of his pupils were bloodshot. He got up and walked over to open the door. He looked at the person in front of him and said nothing.

Zhuang Yuezhong held the soy milk fritters in his hand, and handed it over, "I knew you were awake, so I bought you something to eat."

Wen Boyu didn't reach out to pick it up, but just looked at him quietly, as if sizing him up.

"You can hate me, but there's no need to wrong yourself." Zhuang Yuezhong's tone seemed to be reasoning with Wen Baiyu.

"You're right." After a few seconds of silence, Wen Baiyu took the bag, "I'm no longer like...too stupid to cherish myself."

After speaking, he closed the door.

This kind of life lasted for a few weeks, and Wen Baiyu didn't tell anyone. One day Zhou Jingyuan came to Wen Baiyu, and found a suspicious person downstairs, and looked carefully and found that it was Zhuang Yuezhong.

"Bai Yu, do you know that Zhuang Zhuang..." He entered Wen Baiyu's house, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Wen Baiyu's expression was calm.

"You know where he is?"

Wen Boyu put the coffee on the table in front of Zhou Jingyuan, nodded and said, "He came three weeks ago and has been near my house."

"That's why you haven't taken any jobs for a while..." Chu Ci was worried because of this, but because the pregnancy was approaching, Zhou Jingyuan came to see Wen Baiyu's situation alone.

Wen Boyu smiled and said: "Brother Zhou misunderstood, I was just too involved in the role before filming, I need time to rest and relax."

"It's good that you're fine." Zhou Jingyuan glanced out the window, "But Zhuang Zunzhu is like this, what are you going to do?"

"Now it's not what I want to do, but what he wants to do." Wen Baiyu's tone was a little bit more serious, with a kind of indifference that repulses others thousands of miles away, "He always likes to make his own decisions and never considers other people's feelings... "

"It was so before, and it is so now."

"I hate him."

Zhou Jingyuan's heart shook, and Wen Baiyu's eyes were already a pool of stagnant water.

No love, no hate.

Zhou Jingyuan remembered the Chu Ci at home, and didn't stay for too long. When she left, she opened the door and found a bag outside. From the words printed on it, it could be seen that it was food packed by a certain restaurant.

He immediately understood who brought the food.

"Baiyu."

"Hey." Wen Baiyu heard Zhou Jingyuan calling him, and walked over, "Did you forget to bring something?"

"Back then, Master Zhuang and I went back to the world of cultivating immortals together. Master Zhuang once said something when he was unconscious..." Zhou Jingyuan didn't say it before, but thought it was unnecessary, but maybe it's time to say it now.

Wen Baiyu paused.

"He said..." Zhou Jingyuan opened and closed his mouth.

Wen Baiyu's eyes widened slightly.

Zhou Jingyuan stayed away for a while before Wen Boyu moved, went to the door, picked up the bag, put it on the table and opened it.

The aroma of the food gushed out all at once, Wen Baiyu unpacked the chopsticks, ate them bite by bite, repeating the movements mechanically.

It was ringing in his ears—why didn't I ask him if it hurt?

Zhou Jingyuan didn't tell Chu Ci the truth after he went back. He thought that Wen Baiyu was so decisive that the two of them had really come to an end.

But I didn't expect that on the day of Chuci's delivery, Zhuang Yuezhong was standing beside Wen Baiyu.

He thought that Wen Baiyu had let go and chose to forgive Zhuang Yuezhong, but after a closer look, he found that Wen Baiyu's expression was cold, and Zhuang Yuezhong's eyebrows were also full of thoughts.

He didn't have a chance to ask because Chu Ci gave birth to a girl.

The focus of his life revolved around taking care of his little angel and Chu Ci, so he had to ask Song Shanzhu to see what was going on with Wen Baiyu.

Without Zhuang Yuezhong and Wen Baiyu, the burden of Mingyuezong fell on Song Shanzhu. He ran back and forth between the world of cultivating immortals and the other world, and every time he stayed in the other world for too long, he would be arrested by Chu Zong.

Even so, Song Shanzhu's words and deeds are not as jumpy as before, and they are a little more stable.

"Senior brother, I went to see it, you don't have to worry, Lao Zhou." Song Shanzhu held a fan and teased the baby girl on the cradle.

"I'm still worried about Bai Yu..." Zhou Jingyuan will never forget Bai Yu's act of "suicide" because Zhuang Yuezhong died in front of him, which was the shadow of his life.

"What we see is what the senior brother wants us to know, and there is no need to ask about the rest." Song Shanzhu would never have been like this before, but after Chu Zong told him everything, he seemed to grow up overnight like a child who had never been sensible , becoming elusive.

"You are acting like a gentleman." Zhou Jingyuan felt that she should get to know Song Shanzhu again.

"That's right." Song Shanzhu chuckled, he stood up straight and then stretched his body, "It's getting late, I should go back to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and I'll come to see you next time... Oh no, to see my future daughter-in-law."

"Get out!" Zhou Jingyuan scolded with a smile. He walked to the cradle and wanted to pick up his daughter, but suddenly found that she was holding a fan in her hand.

He picked it up and unfolded it, and found that it was actually the one that Master likes most and often holds in his hand.

Zhou Jingyuan: "..." Song Shanzhu is still the same Song Shanzhu, without any change.