Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The night sky is lonely and starless. Inside the Zenyuan clan, there are row upon row of simple and traditional Japanese-style houses, all silent in the dark.

The roads are criss-crossing, extending in all directions, like blood vessels connected to each other, and the tall buildings guarding the "heart" are still lit with open flames until late at night.

The main house of the Buddhist monastery, inside the study.

The orange halo of the fire candle fluttered on the side of the young man's white face, reflecting his obsidian-like bright and clear pupils. Those ancient well-free eyes moved slightly from time to time, concentrating on reading the many books spread out on the desk. files.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched a piece of thin paper under the case file. He paused, then immediately restrained his strength, and carefully pulled out the letter paper to smooth it out.

The eyes that were as calm as a deep pool finally burst into a smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

"I almost forgot, the messenger just delivered her letter today."

Muttering in a low voice, Zen Yuanhui caressed the ink marks on the thin paper, and as his eyes moved word by word, the corners of his lips curled into a slight arc unconsciously.

Suddenly a chuckle leaked from between his lips and teeth, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his lips, looked around, and belatedly found that he was in the study room of the main house, except him, no one would see the owner's "faint" one side.

Really...

With a little annoyance, he pressed his forehead.

It's been too busy these days. All kinds of case files that need to be approved by him are overwhelming, and the family's big money has also reached the final finishing stage. According to the description in A Yin's letter, when she comes back, she should be able to catch up with the results.

I don't know if Gojo Satoru took good care of her on the way.

Glancing at a line of handwriting from the corner of the eye, the brows that had just been stretched suddenly tightened again.

"Inherited the spell?"

This careless idiot... Can such an important matter be written in a letter?If the letter is robbed by someone with a heart, the information will be leaked.

Ayin's blood can transmit her spells, if it falls into the ears of those moths, Ayin's situation will be bad.

It seems that this letter can no longer be kept.

Zen Yuanhui has no regrets in his heart.

The candle flame flickered in the weak air current, Zen Yuanhui picked up the pen and put the ink on the rice paper.

The orange halo flickered on and off, making his brows softer and softer, like the flames in the snowy winter, dispelling the pervasive cold.

He knew what A Yin was concerned about.

[A Yin personally said:

There is nothing like the comfort of knowing that you are safe and sound, please take care of yourself.

You don’t have to worry about anything, that kid is much more sensible than you imagined, and he has been working harder recently, even though the results of the big competition are currently overwhelmingly superior, he has not slacked off, presumably when you come back, that kid has already won the laurels.

Make an exception for him and return to the clan. Since I promised him, I will not break my promise.

and also……】

At this time, the flame suddenly flickered out, Zen Yuanhui raised his hand to hold the candle, got up and closed the window, only to hear three knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

Zenyuan Hui added candlelight, and when she turned around, her expression was a little unnatural.

At this time, there is only one person who will visit him for no reason.

The door of the study opened slowly, and a middle-aged man with a kind face walked towards him.

As soon as he entered the door, he began to sigh, and he looked at Chanyuanhui with guilt and regret.

"It's so late, and I'm still working on paperwork... It's been so hard for you these years, Hui."

Zen Yuanhui turned his head, suspected of deliberately avoiding the eyes of those who came.

With a stiff expression, he said dryly, "No, this is my duty."

"Compared to these, you just went home a few days ago, you should take a good rest."

The middle-aged man smiled, looked around the study, showing a little sense of loss and nostalgia, he didn't care about Chanyuanhui's alienation, he sighed, and made a cup of tea for Zenyuanhui.

"Don't say that, it makes me feel even more ashamed."

"Seeing how busy you are, I can't settle down to sleep, so I wonder if I can help you. Don't think I'm too old and useless."

"How dare you."

Zenyuanhui's whole body seemed to form a certain aura, silently repelling those he didn't want to contact. Although his tone was extremely polite and he used honorific words in every sentence, he was also extremely alienated, more than facing him. Even worse with strangers.

He lowered his eyes, and said polite words: "I'm just worried about your poor health. After all, you haven't heard from you for a long time, and you must have endured many hardships while wandering outside. Now that you have finally returned to the family, please rest assured to cultivate."

In other words, go rest on your own and stop meddling in his affairs.

"There is no need to worry about family affairs. Now that I am the head of the Buddhist monastery, I will naturally take my responsibilities seriously."

"Hui..." The middle-aged man's eyes were extremely complicated, "You have really grown up."

"I know you may not be able to accept it for a while, but it's okay, this is the punishment I deserve."

The middle-aged man stroked the beard on his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up, full of mockery: "I can't protect my wife and children, but I have a family name but wander because of amnesia. It's been more than 20 years. I don't care about you. , I haven’t fulfilled my duty at all... Heh, Hui, it’s no surprise that you hate me now.”

"I was the one who left you behind and let you face the family's internal and external troubles and the dangerous situation. I was also the one who forced you to mature prematurely and take care of the family affairs. I can be said to be the most incompetent father in the world. "

"Now that you are still willing to recognize me, I am already satisfied."

After the middle-aged man finished his lyrical speech, Zen Yuanhui raised his head expressionlessly.

"Are you finished?"

The young head of the black-haired family said lightly: "It's late at night, please go back."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Suddenly, for a long time, until Zen Yuanhui straightened up and made a "please" gesture to him, he finally gave a wry smile, shook his head, half hunched, and walked out of the study that no longer belonged to him step by step.

Chanyuanhui didn't say much, just watched his back quietly, and disappeared behind the wooden door.

Time changes, how many 20 years are there in life?

What's more, it is the most important childhood in a person's life.

If a few words can offset the absence of these 20 years, the word "father" will not be as majestic as a mountain, and can control the vastness of the sea and the sky.

Zen Yuanhui closed his eyes and put these troubles behind him.

Perhaps it was the episode just now that affected his thoughts. When he picked up the pen again, with mixed feelings, the handwriting on the rice paper moved, describing his recent experiences.

[Also... During the days when Ayin was away, a major event happened in the Chanyuan family, which almost caused a sensation in the whole family—even the magic world.

The previous patriarch of the Chanyuan family, that is, my father Zenyuan Qianming, after disappearing for more than [-] years and the conjuration community generally acquiescing to his death, suddenly appeared in the outer barrier of the Zenyuan family, alarming the staff on duty that day. guard.

To be honest, I'm glad now that you weren't there.

Otherwise, what should I do if I let you see my gaffe?

His return was so sudden that it caught everyone off guard, including me.

It was only later that I learned from him that it turned out that the information on the sacred objects that Ayin and you guys learned not long ago was transmitted back by my father who had been wandering for many years after his memory came back.

According to his father, he strayed into the lair of an ancient serpent on the way to find the sacred object, touched the trap, and was almost killed by the snake's venom. Although he tried his best to escape, his brain lost his memory due to the strong impact up.

He didn't protect his mother well.

He also forgot about me.

After wandering alone for 20 years, it was only by chance that he recovered his memory and passed back the last clue of the sacred object he found before he lost his memory, and finally he was willing to go home.

I know I'm not to blame him.

He did his best, finding the holy object was his task, touching the trap was just an accident, and losing his memory for no reason was not what he wanted... My reason told me that all of this was normal and excusable, and he even wandered because of it For more than 20 years, I have suffered bitterness.

There is a Hittite suture on his forehead. It is said that when he was fighting with the ancient snake, his brain was almost cut open by sharp teeth.

There is still residual poison in his body, and he missed the best deadline for diagnosis and treatment due to amnesia, and the root cause of the disease has long since fallen.

I shouldn't blame him, he has suffered so much.

But, I can't help but blame him.

I've never been in this mood... I don't know who to talk to. After thinking about it, I can only reveal something on the letter paper I sent you.

If he hadn't insisted on looking for the sacred object, if he hadn't abandoned the young me and the rotten Zenyuan family...

I won't lose my mother when I was young, and I won't be forced to learn intrigue and hypocrisy as long as I can remember.

If it wasn't for him...

I may, at least, have a complete childhood.

I don't know where these ideas come from, and I feel very ridiculous when I taste them.I thought I had long since let go of my resentment and love for him, as well as my longing for him as a child.

I'm over twenty years old this year, yet I still feel aggrieved like a child. 】

When people have someone to confide in, they will unknowingly become talkative.

Zen Yuanhui looked at the ink stains on a sheet of paper in a daze, wondering if he was such a talkative person?

What surprised him the most was that he still had more to say than he wanted to say to A Yin.

[Since I have written so much about A Yin, let me say a few more words, so I won't be afraid of making jokes.

Actually, I occasionally envy that guy Gojo Satoru.

He was similar to me, yet very different.

He is the son of six eyes who has been expected since he was born, and his talent is unmatched, and his status is unshakable. The huge Wutiao family is his umbrella. From top to bottom, there is no one who is wrong with him. A person who yearns for life.

Of course, children from big families must not have a simple childhood.

But he is an exception.

Gojo Satoru has relatives who love him.

Although the memory is long, I vaguely remember that there is such a person.

Regardless of status, regardless of blood, regardless of talent.

She is like the older sister of an ordinary family, who gives all her love to her younger brother, but asks for nothing.

It's a pity that my memory has been worn out too much, and most of my childhood memories are blurred. I have forgotten the person's voice and smile, and what happened to her.

...Sorry for bringing up so many irrelevant things with you.

I just want to say.

Come back soon, Yin.

I miss you. 】

The author has something to say: the amount of information in this chapter is large enough (squinting smile

I was the first one who almost couldn't come back because I lost the key. Fortunately, my mother rescued me in time and successfully sent me home, which also saved today's update... (