after i found out my new wife was a man

When I first arrived at Mao, the sky was still in pitch black ink, far away from the capital, in a broken pavilion surrounded by mountains on three sides.

In mid-October, not long after the beginning of winter, the weather was already a bit bitter and cold, but today it is extraordinarily cold.

Xu Yaoling looked up at the gloomy sky where the stars and the moon could not be seen, and then remembered the day when the heavy rain almost pierced into his bones.

Si Yuming was holding a dim yellow lamp, hesitated for a while, and then said, "We're leaving today, and I don't know when we will see each other again."

Xu Yaoling's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "It's normal to say goodbye today and never see each other again in the future."

Hearing this, Si Yuming pursed his lips tightly, trying to blurt out something, but in the end he could only close his eyes.

He knew that what Xu Yaoling said was true.

Xu Yaoling looked down at the dilapidated and withered vegetation around him, and said, "On the contrary, you let go of me, the son of a criminal who was supposed to be executed on the execution ground. This is really not something you would do."

Si Yuming is a man who has always been well-behaved and serious in everything. He is exactly the same as his father who is the prime minister.

This time, he sheltered the son of a "heinous" sinner, but even Si Yuming himself couldn't figure out why the moment Xie Lingyu approached him, he didn't even hesitate to speak. Yes.

He didn't know how to answer, and he stammered a bit when he spoke: "I... General Xu is General Xu, and you are you. We have known each other for so long, and I still believe you."

is it?

One corner of Xu Yaoling's mouth curled up, it didn't look like he was smiling, but it could make people see a sense of sarcasm.

Before "father" acquiesced to his questioning, Xu Yaoling thought the same way, and then he thought that the word "faith" is the most ridiculous and worthless thing in this world.

Looking at his expression, Si Yuming was a little dazed for a moment, and after a long silence, he handed over the luggage that he had been carrying behind him.

He didn't wait for Xu Yaoling to frown, and he quickly said: "You must not refuse, this trip is long and difficult, and the road ahead is difficult and dangerous. Besides, this is just a loan from you. In the future...you must remember to return it to me."

At last he was almost trembling and speechless.

Xu Yaoling just looked at the outstretched hand of the person in front of him, but didn't take it, nor did he open his mouth to speak. After a long time, when Si Yuming's arms were sore and he no longer had hope, Xu Yaoling reached out to take it.

The tentacles sank slightly, Xu Yaoling opened it and glanced at it casually, and saw that there were silver taels and large stacks of banknotes in his eyes. With Si Yuming alone, even if he borrowed it everywhere, he would never be able to get so much out.

——Then how did so many taels of silver come from?

Si Yuming on the other side heaved a sigh of relief, thinking about what this person might say later, according to this person's temperament all the time, he should have opened his mouth with a wanton joke and said a few words, "Didn't you just take out your wife?" Already?" or something like that.

In the past, I always felt that it was too unscrupulous, and my words were always close to reprimand, but this time I will never do it again.

But Xu Yaoling just closed it, put his back behind his back, didn't ask him where he got so much money, and didn't even show any expression on his face, just said: "Thank you for your kindness."

Before Si Yuming came back to his senses, Xu Yaoling lowered his eyes and spoke again.

"It's getting late, I should go too."

He didn't look at Si Yuming again, stepped out of the pavilion, untied the reins, and was about to get on his horse, when an eager and slightly hoarse voice came from behind him.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Xu Yaoling paused, did not turn his head, and could not hear any emotion in his voice: "What are your plans? It would be nice if you can survive."

Si Yuming stood behind him and looked up. They had known each other for so many years that his memory of nearly 20 years was full of what this person had always looked like.

Always cynical, without scruples about everything, the eyebrows and eyes are almost wanton, dressed in dark red brocade clothes, always described as wanton, and himself seem to be two extremes.

Now this person is wearing a coarse cloth robe, his body is full of eyes, but he has an appearance that he no longer recognizes.

Si Yuming took a few deep breaths, his eyes were flushed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Take care."

Xu Yaoling's back was shrouded in the cold wind, but it seemed as if it would be broken. He was silent for a long time, and finally said hoarsely: "Take care."

Then he got on his horse and never looked back until the end.

Xu Yaoling knew that the other half of the luggage handed over must have come from Xie Lingyu, but he would not ask, and Xie Lingyu must have told him not to tell.

The last time he and Xie Ling met, the broken stones in the man's hands poured down, and he told himself "it won't be of any use anymore", and these words really came true.

But what can he do?

He survived like this, with the blood of his closest relatives on his back, and the souls of nearly a hundred members of the Xu family on his back.

But he can only live like this. From now on, he will have to live like this for such a difficult life, day by day.

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Xu Yaoling didn't know that there were also two figures standing on the mountain behind the pavilion where he was standing. Xie Linghe looked at his figure and felt more and more heavy in his heart.

He doesn't know what this former friend will look like in the future, but he does know that no matter whether the two meet or not, they will never be the person he is familiar with again.

But for Xu Yaoling, what can he do?

Obviously he should be the one who knows the truth, but he doesn't know anything, and he never even had the chance to know.

Even from then on, every time he said the word "Father", his tone was only ironic - even though Xu Yuanwu was dead, he didn't even want to call him "Father".

Xu Yaoling's back gradually faded away, and finally he was no longer seen.

He Yaoqing turned his head to look at Xie Lingyu, with a little worry in his voice: "If you want to see each other, we will definitely see you again."

Xie Linghe sighed, even if it was goodbye, what's the use?

The strong wind blew harder, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip directly.

He Yaoqing looked at his low eyebrows, without thinking about anything, reached out and gently held his tightly clenched left hand, as if this could block his worries, and said:

"One day, I will be able to return Xu Yuanwu and the Xu family with the truth."

Xie Linghe looked up, and fine rain fell from the sky.