Reborn Lin Family Funing

Lin Funing looked at the kneeling young man, his figure was thin but straight, Lin Funing touched his nose, um, he has personality!

Wei Cheng frowned and looked at Qi Mingyuan still playing the flute with his eyes closed, turned his head to look at the old servant who was wiping tears, and said in a low voice, "Housekeeper Li, please persuade the young master, the young master is still young, don't hurt your body."

The old servant who wiped his tears turned his head and bowed deeply to Wei Cheng, and said with a choked voice, "Yes."

The old servant knelt on the ground and said to Qi Mingyuan in a trembling voice, "Master, get up, madam, madam won't want to see you like this...Your filial piety to madam, madam has seen..."

However, Qi Mingyuan still closed his eyes, slowly playing Nansu's ditty over and over again.

Seeing that the old servant, that is, Steward Li, couldn't persuade Qi Mingyuan, he sighed slightly, turned his head and saw Lin Funing out of the corner of his eyes, Wei Cheng's eyes lit up slightly.

"Ning'er, do you still remember the tune you played with the leaves last time?" Wei Cheng said to Lin Funing in a low voice.

Lin Funing looked at Wei Cheng puzzled, the song he played with the leaves last time?Uh, it refers to the one he played on the flute made of leaves on the Full Moon Festival half a month ago? ——"Because of Love" was his favorite song in his previous life.During the full moon festival, because the scene and the person at that time reminded him of his flashy and beautiful past life, so he blew this song, both melancholy and nostalgic.

"Ning'er, play that tune again. It can be regarded as condolences to this lady." Wei Cheng said in a low voice.

Lin Funing was confused, let him play this piece now?Why?

Lin Funing didn't understand, but since the senior brother asked him to do this, there must be his reasons.

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So, Lin Funing looked at Wei Cheng, then at the boy, thought for a while, picked up a leaf on the ground, put it to his mouth, and played it slowly.

Lin Funing's bamboo flute was learned from the gatekeeper of the orphanage in his previous life. He was fond of playing when he was young. The gatekeeper liked him, so he taught him the bamboo flute, hoping that he would not be so naughty. Lin Funing also liked Ye Yijuan very much. I can make a nice sound, and I have been studying it seriously for a while.

Now that I have come to this world, many things are a bit blurred, but this bamboo flute is the only one that has not been forgotten.

Slowly, Lin Funing closed his eyes and immersed himself in this familiar piece, but now it was becoming unfamiliar.

Lin Funing didn't know, when he closed his eyes and played the bamboo flute seriously, everyone couldn't help looking at him.

At this time, the sky was cloudy and the clouds were thick and heavy, but the eight-year-old boy in blue cloth with a delicate face and a peaceful expression, playing the bamboo flute with his eyes closed, seemed to be a landscape at this moment!

And the boy kneeling in front of the tombstone, after a short pause, slowly opened his eyes, and the sound of the flute gradually melted into another kind of tranquility and warmth.

The young man played the flute and got up slowly. The sound of the flute gradually became less sad and no longer suppressed anger. At the last moment when the song was about to end, the young man turned around——

Just at this moment, Lin Funing also slowly opened his eyes.

When a pair of dark, deep and unpredictable eyes met a pair of transparent, clean, black and white eyes, the young man was stunned, but Lin Funing blinked, only one thought in his heart, wow, what is wrong with this kid's pupils? so dark.

After the worship, the young man walked up to Wei Cheng and Lin Funing, bowed and said softly, "Mr. Mingyuan thank you."

Wei Cheng took a step forward, helped the young man, that is, Qi Mingyuan, and sighed slightly, "Mingyuan doesn't need to thank me, this is what I should do."

Qi Mingyuan still bowed again, then got up and said, "But at this time, only sir, dares to come to funeral for mother in person. Such a great kindness, Mingyuan will remember for life!"

Lin Funing listened, and turned his head slightly to look at the people who were here at this time. Except for an old servant, the uncle who just found himself, there is really no one else. As for the four strong men carrying the coffin, they are very It is obvious that the people from Qingtian Town have already left with the money.

This funeral must have been too bleak.

Wei Cheng looked at Qi Mingyuan. Although Qi Mingyuan looked very calm now, from these words, Wei Cheng could feel a trace of anger in Qi Mingyuan's heart, and Wei Cheng comforted him, "Mingyuan should not be sad, Madam's grievances will always come soon." It will surely be cleared up every day!"

Qi Mingyuan nodded slightly, it was natural.

Qi Mingyuan looked at Lin Funing at the side, his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, he asked Wei Cheng in a low voice, "Teacher, this is..."

Wei Cheng glanced at Lin Funing, Lin Funing looked up at Wei Cheng, pretending to be innocent and puzzled.

Wei Cheng patted Lin Funing on the head, and looked helplessly at Qi Mingyuan who was still staring at Lin Funing. It stands to reason that Hua Wazi cannot be known by his name casually, but... Forget it, Ning'er is still young, and the other party is four The prince Qi Mingyuan is in the An Mi Valley, and he is there, so it is not too much.

Wei Cheng introduced, "This is Lin Funing, a direct disciple of my teacher, Great Monk Wuchen. Ning'er, this is Ming Yuan, he is my student."

Oh... As expected, he is a student of the senior brother, so in other words, he is his senior nephew?

In other words, he has never been able to understand why it is taught by the master. The senior brother always calls himself a student and the master is a teacher, but he has to call himself a disciple, a disciple, and so on.Does it make a difference?

Forget it, that's not important, anyway, now, he finally has a freshly baked nephew that he can ravage!

Lin Funing frowned and smiled, stepped forward, walked two steps in front of Qi Mingyuan, put his short hands on his back, raised his chest proudly, and said, "Good boy, call me uncle!"

Qi Mingyuan was first taken aback by Wei Cheng's introduction of the direct disciple of the great monk Wuchen. He had never heard of a direct disciple of the great monk Wuchen in his previous life. The great monk's coming and going without a trace is mysterious, so even if there is, I don't necessarily know it.

But now, looking at the child in front of him, with such a cute and proud expression, his brows and eyes are crooked in a smile, the corner of Qi Mingyuan's mouth can't help but slowly curl into a slight smile.

Qi Mingyuan cupped his hands and said, "Mingyuan has seen my little uncle."

Qi Mingyuan's attitude was very respectful, with a slight smile on his lips.

Lin Funing chubby waved his hand, and said carelessly, "Excuse me!"

Wei Cheng watched from the sidelines, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. With Qi Mingyuan's identity, it should be Ning'er who kneeled and bowed to Qi Mingyuan. It's not good for Ning'er to do so now, but looking at the corner of Qi Mingyuan's mouth, he was in a good mood. With a slight smile, Wei Cheng sighed softly in his heart, that's all.Anyway, Ning'er didn't know Qi Mingyuan's identity, and she wasn't unhappy looking at Qi Mingyuan.

Lin Funing took out another string of beads from the sachet he was carrying, stepped forward, grabbed Qi Mingyuan's wrist, and slipped it into Qi Mingyuan's wrist when Qi Mingyuan was in a daze, "This is a meeting ceremony. You must study hard with the elder brother! Lin Funing looked at the sandalwood beads with satisfaction, raised his head and said seriously to Qi Mingyuan.

Qi Mingyuan looked at the bead made of incense sandalwood on his wrist, and there were four crooked words on the bead - Peace with joy.

Qi Mingyuan looked up at Lin Funing, Lin Funing smiled coyly, scratched his head and said with a naive smile, "Ah, I carved this myself." But he was staring in his heart, he just carved it a little ugly, so there is no need to make such a fuss? !

"Thank you, little uncle." Qi Mingyuan put down his sleeves, cupped his hands and said softly.

Only then did Lin Funing grin in satisfaction. Well, he has carved many, many beads, and this one is a better one. Now that he is someone's junior uncle, of course he has to take care of it.Although this one is pretty ugly... But, this kid is really good, so he accepted it without saying a word.It seems that I like it very much.

Because there is still the next worship ceremony, and Wenshan on the other side is cutting down trees, it seems to be a house?Wei Cheng led Lin Funing to leave first and went back.After all, Huawazi still has to avoid it here.

Qi Mingyuan didn't keep him either, he just bowed to Wei Cheng again and watched them leave.

After Wei Cheng led Lin Funing and disappeared into the path, Qi Mingyuan touched the beads on the wrist of his left hand with his right hand.

Sandalwood...has the meaning of blessing and protection.

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Lin Funing was bouncing forward while squatting down to pick herbs.

Wei Cheng saw that Lin Funing was only focused on picking herbs, but didn't ask curious questions. He couldn't help being surprised. This kid likes to break the casserole and ask the bottom line. Don't you just chase after the teacher and ask, why is it so quiet now?

"Ning'er!" Wei Cheng raised his voice and shouted.

Lin Funing turned his head and ran up to Wei Cheng, looking directly at Wei Cheng with black and white transparent eyes, "Brother?"

Wei Cheng coughed lightly and asked, "Ning'er doesn't want to ask?"

"Ask what?" Lin Funing blinked, of course he wanted to ask, but it seemed that there was a big secret behind it. My mother said that children can grow taller quickly if they don't care about so many things.So, he'd better be his little boy obediently, little junior brother, little junior uncle!

Wei Cheng was speechless for a while, and then patted Lin Funing's head, "It's nothing. Ning'er will go pick herbs."

Ning'er is smart after all, because he feels something, so he usually asks everything clearly, but now he doesn't ask anything. It's okay, it's better for children to know less.

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In Wuchen Temple, the old monk walked out of the main house slowly, and looked at the sky with his hands behind his back. At some point, a ray of sunshine slowly sprinkled on the hazy sky.

The so-called fate, three points are God's will, seven points are man-made.

What will happen to his intentional or unintentional move?