Intertwined Destinies of Bonds

Chapter 21. Revenge by the old man

"Did you forget that Qingyuan vomited blood in Xiuxinyuan, and then Nangongyu called you to come over?" Yu Chigong was a little puzzled, Zhuoyo's memory is really bad.

"Lin Qingyuan vomited blood? How is he now?"

"He's fine now." Yu Chigong was even more surprised, Zhuo Liang didn't seem to be joking, "You don't remember Zhuo Zhuo at all?"

"Did you remember wrongly, yesterday I was a little unwell and fell asleep early, where would I go to Xiuxinyuan?"

"But, you did come yesterday. Both Qing Yuan and Nangong Yu can testify." Yu Chigong became worried, whether there was something wrong with Zhuoyou's memory, "By the way, you can ask your father, he also came yesterday."

"My father?" Zhuoyou's voice suddenly became low.

"Yes, he looks quite young." After Yu Chigong finished speaking, he suddenly had a bad premonition. The excellent father last night gave people a feeling that he was out of reach.

"He died many years ago." Zhuo Liang said quietly.

"Ah?" Yu Chigong was taken aback, and immediately sweated, even if he was joking, he wouldn't curse his own father to death.

"Snapped."

"oops!"

Zhuo Zhuo suddenly yelled from the phone, and then someone shouted sharply: "Stinky boy, who died many years ago! How dare you curse me like this!"

"Who asked you to erase my memory! It's a crime!" This is the excellent voice.

"That medicine has this side effect, what can I do!" It was obviously the voice of Zhuo Zhuo's father last night, Yu Chigong listened, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"You won't make a medicine without side effects?"

"Do you think making medicine is as easy as you think? If you have the ability, you can do it yourself!"

"Hmph, I'll make one for you to see. Give me the prescription!"

"Aren't you capable? Why do you need a prescription?"

"You!" Zhuoyou was at a loss for words, picked up the phone angrily and continued, "Xiao Wei, did you hear that, such a father is no different from nothing!"

"That..." Yu Chigong wiped off his sweat, the Fu-Zi couple usually didn't know how they were arguing at home, but fortunately, what happened yesterday was not his fantasy, Zhuo Liang's father was indeed alive and well.

"By the way, what did you want to say when you called me?" Zhuo Zhuo asked.

"I want to tell you that Nangong Yu is gone."

"Oh." Zhuoyou thought for a while, "It's fine to leave, after all, Xiuxinyuan is not a place for ordinary people to stay, unless... forget it, just leave."

"Unless what?" Yu Chigong heard that there was something in Zhuo Zhuo's words.

"You want to know?" Zhuoyou asked mysteriously.

"I think." Yu Chigong replied.

"Then come and find me, I have some time in the afternoon, how about coming to my house for a cup of tea?" Zhuo Zhuo proposed.

"Okay." Yu Chigong thought for a while, "I happen to be free this afternoon."

"However, don't take Lin Qingyuan with you."

"Why?" Yu Chigong was a little puzzled by Zhuoyou's intentional request.

"You do not know?"

"I know I still need to ask?"

"I hate seeing him." Zhuoyou said coldly.

"..." Yu Chigong was silent for a while, with an excellent tone, not joking, "Okay."

Yu Chigong hung up the phone, took another look at the heavy curtains of the Xiuxin Pavilion, and then walked out of the Xiuxin Garden.For some reason, he always felt that Nangong Yu hadn't really left.

In the afternoon, Yu Chigong took a taxi and arrived at Zhuo Zhuo's house. Zhuo Zhuo's house was two small three-storey villas with a large courtyard, as big as a manor, filled with flowers and trees, although the courtyard only consisted of a circle. It is surrounded by an iron fence less than one person high, but the situation inside is unclear.Yu Chigong walked up to the hollow carved gate with the iron fence, just in time to see someone passing by on the winding path, so he hurriedly rang the doorbell.The man was taken aback, turned his head to look at Yu Chigong, and left in a hurry.

Yu Chigong felt a little strange, and pressed it a few more times, but no one came over again.He looked up at the scorching sun, found a shade, and took out his cell phone to call Joyo.

The phone was connected quickly, and Zhuoyou's weak voice came from inside: "Hello, I am... Zhuoyou..."

"What's the matter with you, Zhuo Zhuo?" Yu Chi Gong was taken aback, Zhuo Zhuo's voice was so weak, something must have happened.

"I...it's fine...I...still...alive, ha...ha..." Zhuoyou said intermittently on the phone, "Have you...arrived at our...home? My name is... Aunt Chen for you ... open the door."

"Excellent, what happened to you?"

"Tired...tired...let's not talk...you...go ahead...come on." Zhuoyou hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Yu Chigong looked at his phone inexplicably, and anxiously looked inside the fence, hoping that someone would come to open the door for him soon.

Soon, a woman in her 40s came to the fence from nowhere, opened the door for Yu Chigong, then locked it cautiously, and motioned for Yuchigong to follow her. But he ignored it like he didn't hear it.

Yu Chigong had no choice but to follow her in silence through the unknown flowers and plants, and came to a small western-style building.The inside and outside of the small western-style building are foreign styles, with reliefs engraved on the porch pillars, murals hung on the walls, and milky white statues placed in the corners. What surprised Yuchigong the most was that there was a fireplace in the living room on the first floor , but it is summer now, the fireplace is clean, there is no fire or charcoal, only a layer of soot inside shows that the fireplace is still in use in winter.

The woman led Yuchi Gong up the red carpet to the second floor, and came to a door, which was open, but there was no sign of Zhuo Liang. She knocked on the open door and said, "Mr. Zhuo, you The guests have arrived."

"Come in." Someone answered inside, and Yu Chigong could recognize the excellent voice.

"Excellence?" Yu Chigong hurried in, looked around, and saw a compartment to the east, he opened the door and walked in, and saw a person crawling among the piles of paper on the writing desk by the window.The man was dressed in white, obviously outstanding.

"Excellence?" Yu Chigong walked over carefully, and pushed the paper off his head, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah... got revenge by the old man..." Zhuo Zhuo sighed, holding a brush, slowly got up from the pile of papers, and leaned listlessly on the back of the chair, his face and clothes were covered with bruises. ink.

"Father?"

"My father."

"What? Why did your father retaliate against you?" Yu Chigong stroked Zhuo Zhuo's hair, looking at Zhuo Zhuo's painted face, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Didn't I...joke...was he dead...then...he asked me...to copy...the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic...a hundred times...I couldn't finish it...not let me go to work..."