"That's it." Muyin lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
"Do you still remember the last time Shen Ning and I appeared in Ci Jing?"
"?"
"Actually, last time, I went to persuade Uncle Han to give him the antidote. He hoped that you wouldn't know anything and just live your life happily like this. But I think this is not you, a real Queluo.
You shouldn’t want to live your whole life in confusion... I have been trying to persuade my uncle for a long time, but you also know that my uncle is stubborn and will definitely not agree to my request."
"But...then what?" Muyin looked at him puzzled, expecting to get more answers, "Then why, I suddenly remembered everything..."
"When you became the popular Jiang Songyu, we noticed you and suspected that you were Queluo. We had contact with Yi Xiangming and inquired about you in private, so... we have a good relationship with him."
Seeing Muyin staring at him, Zhan Shaoan blushed and looked away, "The tea recipe and antidote in Yi Xiangming's hand belong to Uncle Han. We thought he was going to do something, but
I didn’t expect it to be used against you..."
"During that time, Uncle Han and I talked for a long time, and finally compromised. So he asked someone to contact Yuan Hongxi, and sent someone to secretly spy on Yi Xiangming and your actions, fearing that he would do something unfavorable to you. Yuan Hong
Xi's ability to successfully find you and rescue you on the mountain is also due to Uncle Han's contribution."
Speaking of this, Zhan Shao'an knocked the Xiao in his hand and looked at Muyin with a half-smile, "Actually, Uncle Han still cares about you. Maybe it was because the influence on him was too great and he couldn't accept it for a while.
…”
"So...he still regards me as his child?" Muyin's eyes were sore and he rubbed them unconsciously, but he shed salty tears.
"That's natural. No matter what, you are Uncle Han's dearest and most beloved child." He touched Muyin's head and said with a smile, "Want to listen to some music?"
Nodding, Muyin wiped away his tears: "Then you can play it as well as you did when you coaxed me when I was little."
"Okay sister." He grinned, and placed Xiao on his lips with his skillful hands. With his slender fingers nimble, he exhaled through his thin lips, and suddenly there was a beautiful sound like the sound of nature.
There seemed to be a picture shaking in front of his eyes, and Muyin wanted to touch it.
"Sister, stop crying..."
"This is brother!" It seemed to be Zhan Zhiyuan's serious voice, and I could still feel the tenderness at that time.
…
"Then what do you plan to do in the future?"
"threw."
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"It would be great if it was you who died."
"Dad... don't leave Queluo behind. Queluo can die, and Queluo can stop living in this world, but Queluo can't live without you, daddy..."
…
"From now on, your name will be Jiang Songyu."
"Haha, look at that new kid, he's so easy to bully. I heard he's totally willing to do the laundry!"
…
"No matter what happens, I will protect you."
"Three thousand pieces of weak water, I will only drink one scoop. I promise you that I will not have any physical contact with her..."
…
The music falls and the whirls disperse.
Muyin was startled, broke away from the slightly sad tune, and pretended to smile lightly: "Shao'an, the sound of your flute is still the same. I remember that when I was a child, I cried so sadly. After you played it, I felt even sadder.
Already."
With his mouth pursed, Shaoan looked innocent: "I only know this song."
