Long Junyin took his children and traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, traveling along the route from Zhucheng to Xiangdi at night
He has already found out that she was robbed by the Blood Killing Sect on the official road from Xiangdi to the Central Plains, and then fell into the hands of a sect. Before she was robbed, the real child was definitely no longer in her hands.
There are not many routes from Zhucheng to Xiangdi. Calculating the time she spent at that time, she can roughly guess the range.
He was not in a hurry, and it took him nearly a month to enter Hunan. Whenever he went to a prosperous town or green mountains and beautiful waters, he would stay for a few days.
The first snowfall of winter fell in thick sheets. Overnight, a thick blanket of snow accumulated on the ground, hindering the journey.
The world wrapped in silver makeup has its own style and charm. Long Junyin stayed in a small town with beautiful mountains and clear waters, enjoying the snow scenery with his children.
That night, when the snow stopped, he was playing with his children in front of the window, when he suddenly heard a low sound of a flute coming from outside the wall.
Quiet snowy night, no wind, the sound of the flute is flowing
He held up the child's hand for a moment, put the child down, walked to the foot of the green wall, listened for a moment, and then jumped up to the top of the wall.
Outside the wall is a bamboo forest, which remains green even in winter. A graceful figure, dressed in white against the snow, plays the flute against the bamboo.
Playing the flute on a snowy night, a beautiful painting
He put his hands behind his back, walked ten feet away from the woman, and listened quietly.
This tune was the one he played when he first met her. She must have composed it herself.
When the song ended, she put down the flute and looked at him
Her whole body was wrapped in white clothes, only her eyes, nose and lips were exposed. Judging from her figure, she had lost a lot of weight.
Long Junyin clapped his hands, first expressed his appreciation for her flute sound, and then smiled: "You finally have time to see me."
She said slowly: "I have become like a dead person and can no longer see people. I come here tonight to discuss something."
Long Junyin said: "Please sit in the room."
She followed him into the house. When the child saw Long Junyin coming in, he stretched out his hands from the cradle and shouted "Daddy~Daddy~"
Long Junyin smiled, picked up the child, and turned to her
When the child saw her, he seemed a little excited. His eyes kept blinking, and he leaned out and waved his hands: "Mother~mother~"
Her heart warmed, and tears flashed slightly in her eyes. She reached out her hand and hugged him.
The child seems to be doing well, her face is rosy and she is a little heavier, but she can no longer hold her with her arms or hold her hair.
Long Junyin sat down, poured tea for her, and said, "Don't you have something to explain to me?"
She sat down opposite him, stroked the child's face, and said after a while: "He is not your child."
"I know"
As expected, she couldn't hide it from him. It was difficult for him to take care of the child like this. She said in a low voice: "I am here to take this child away."
He sipped the tea slowly: "Oh, what about my child?"
She was silent for a while and then said in a low voice: "He is no longer in this world. This child was adopted by me. I need this child."
Long Junyin was also silent for a long time.
"What if," he thought for a moment, and finally said, "what if, I am willing to recognize this child? Raise him with you."
This answer was beyond her expectation. She looked up at him, trying to determine whether his words were true or false.