Yang Zimei didn't want his father to see Taoist Priest Yuqing like this, so he refused and said, "Dad, Master needs to rest and it's not convenient to see people, so you should go back first."
"What kind of disease is so serious? I thought Taoist Master wouldn't get sick."
Yang Qing asked doubtfully.
"Dad, although Master is a Taoist, he will still get sick and die, and so will I."
"Yeah." Yang Qing nodded, "So Niuniu, when will you have time to go to Grandma's Village? They all hope it will rain soon, otherwise everyone will go crazy. Your cousin is waiting for my reply."
Yang Zimei was in a dilemma, "Dad, if Master is like this, I really can't leave even half a step away. Can we wait for two weeks?"
"Niuniu——"
Yang Qing said seriously, "This is your mother's family asking you to do something. If you don't go, they will scold your mother and say that your mother has forgotten her roots."
Yang Zimi was sweating.
What dad said is indeed true.
If it was just about money, she wouldn't care, but it involves her mother's reputation in her family.
Although my mother has not returned to her parents' home for many years, she will definitely want to go back and visit it since it is the place where she was born.
The only way is to wait for Long Zhutian to come back and ask him to help look after the master, and then go over by himself.
Grandma is not too far away. It only takes six hours to get back by car. What she is afraid of is that the problem is too big and she will not be able to solve it in a short while.
"Dad, if this is the case, then tell your cousin that I will go there tomorrow."
"Okay, let your mother go back to your parents' home with you tomorrow to see your uncle and aunt." Yang Qing was very pleased to see Yang Zimei agree.
"Yeah. I'll pick up mom tomorrow."
Yang Zimei nodded
Yang Qing left with satisfaction.
He had only left for a while, and Yang Zimei felt that his heart began to beat wildly with excitement for no apparent reason.
Could it be that Long Zhutian has returned?
She ran out of the intersection and waited eagerly.
As expected, Long Zhutian's black Hummer was galloping not far away...
Her heart beat with the ups and downs of the car, and she watched dreamily as the car approached her.
The car stopped in front of her, and Long Zhutian's tall and strong black figure jumped out of the car...
The two people's eyes collided in the air, directly hitting each other's hearts.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I was so ecstatic that I was suffocating.
The two of them stopped and didn't move, just looking at each other intently without blinking, wanting to capture each other in their eyes and never have to leave their sight again.
After a long time, Long Zhutian opened his arms and shouted hoarsely, "Meimei, I'm back!"
"Zhutian, you are finally back!"
After saying this, Yang Zimei's tears could no longer be suppressed and fell. She flew forward, threw herself in front of his broad, warm and powerful chest, hugged his strong waist, and buried her face in his heart...
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The powerful but chaotic beating of his heart sounded in my ears...
Her heart, which had been anxious and uneasy, suddenly calmed down.
It seemed that as long as he was here, she would no longer be afraid of any difficulties or confusion.
Long Zhutian held her waist with one hand and covered her hair with the other. He watched with heartache as her long, dark hair turned into ice blue.
What kind of anger and heartbreak did it take for her to become like this?
His slightly rough palms gently stroked her hair and patted her back. He wanted to say some comforting words, but couldn't say anything. He could only let her tears wet his chest.