.. The Tang family's sect rules have always been strict. Anyone in the Tang sect, including their emotional affairs, must obtain Tang Jingnan's consent. After all, the Tang sect is not an ordinary sect. It is quite mysterious to begin with. Moreover, their
Hidden weapons and poisons have never been disclosed to the outside world, so the inspection targets are naturally very strict.
Although Tang Jingnan didn't know much about the Miao Village, he had heard more or less about it after staying here for so long. Tang Jingnan still had some resistance to their witchcraft and Gu magic. In his opinion, the Tang Clan
It is the authentic one, while the witchcraft of Miao Village is a bit heretical.
Being able to agree to marry Ruoshui to Tang Yuzheng was already Tang Jingnan's biggest concession. Now he was asked to propose marriage in person, so he was naturally unwilling. If it weren't for the love between his grandparents and grandchildren, Tang Jingnan would never agree to this.
Family affair.
Ye Qian knew very little about the Miao Village and did not put up much resistance. He just felt that Tang Yuzheng's approach was inappropriate and not what a man should do. However, everyone has his own way of doing things, and what Tang Yuzheng did was also
It's not very domineering, but it's understandable. However, thinking of that girl Ruoshui, Ye Qian suddenly felt a wandering feeling in his heart. The scene in the cave could not help but appear in his mind, and he couldn't help but secretly think:
: "I don't know if Ruoshui has rescued her mother."
Suddenly such a thought flashed across his mind, and Ye Qian couldn't help but be frightened. He shook his head hurriedly and suppressed his thoughts. Tang Jingnan glanced at Tang Yuzheng and said, "Okay, you go back first. Ye and I
Qian still has something to talk about. Let your parents prepare and choose a day to go there."
"Thank you, grandpa!" Tang Yuzheng smiled excitedly, turned around and left in a hurry.
This is the first time that grandfather and grandson have met in more than 20 years. The atmosphere is not so harmonious. There is a little bit of embarrassment in it. Both parties are silent and some don’t know what to say. The two have very bad tempers.
Like, everyone seems to think that whoever speaks first will admit defeat.
In the end, I don’t know who spoke first. Anyway, mutterings could still be heard in Tang Jingnan’s study until one o’clock in the morning, and there were also a few roaring praises from time to time. Although the people of the Tang family were very
I was curious about what they were talking about inside, but I didn't dare to eavesdrop, unless they wanted to be punished by the Tang Sect's rules.
As for Jin Weihao, he was tossing and turning in the room at the moment, having trouble falling asleep. From time to time, Tang Yuxin's appearance appeared in his mind, and slowly, slowly, it gradually overlapped with the two figures in his mind. All along, Jin Weihao
He tried hard to suppress the sad memories in his heart, but the moment he saw Tang Yuxin, it seemed that all the past memories came out, some sweet and some sad. Thinking of the way they lay dead in his arms,
Jin Weihao's tears were streaming down his face.
Over the years, he has been thinking about her all the time and living in painful memories. Since he followed Ye Qian, he has gradually suppressed the pain in his heart, but at this moment, it all emerged. The pain is unforgettable.
At this time, Jin Weihao was like a wounded bird, curling up in a corner against the wall, looking so helpless and weak.
If it were in the past, Jin Weihao might not hesitate to "take action", but when he thought of the scene of them dying in his arms, Jin Weihao did not dare. He was afraid that the tragedy would happen again. However, that face swayed in front of his eyes, which made him a little agitated.
I can't suppress the longing in my heart.
He didn't know if this was looking for a substitute or making up for his mistakes, but he just couldn't control it, and complicated emotions kept tangled up in him.
When Ye Qian came back from Tang Jingnan's study, he passed Jin Weihao's door and saw that the lights inside were still on. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Thinking of the scene at night, Ye Qian stepped forward and knocked on the door. There was nothing inside.
Ye Qian was surprised when he heard any noise and pushed the door open. He found that the door was not locked, so he pushed the door open and walked in.
Not finding Jin Weihao's figure, Ye Qian couldn't help but froze for a moment. He glanced around and was even more surprised when he saw Jin Weihao huddled in the corner, trembling all over and looking very troubled and painful. He walked slowly.
Stepping forward, Ye Qian sat down opposite Jin Weihao, said nothing, looked at him quietly, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and handed it over.
Jin Weihao raised his head with dull eyes. He silently took the cigarette and took a deep puff, as if to suppress all his worries. Ye Qian did not say anything, but also took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked silently.
He stood there without speaking. He just squatted there quietly, looking at Jin Weihao.
It wasn't until he finished smoking a cigarette that Ye Qian slowly said, "Do you want to drink?"
Jin Weihao shook his head slightly, and Jin Weihao said nothing. Ye Qian smiled slightly, said nothing, stood up, and walked out. Not long after, he came back with a few bottles of Tangmen's home-brewed medicinal wine. When he came to Jin Weihao's side,
Pulling him up, he said, "Drink a couple of glasses with me. I heard that the medicinal wine from Tang Sect is very good and very tonic."
After sitting down on the sofa, Ye Qian opened the wine bottle and was about to pour wine for Jin Weihao when the latter suddenly snatched it away and drank heavily from the bottle until the bottle was finished.
, Jin Weihao’s eyes fell on another bottle and reached out to take it.
"Hey, you've finished drinking. What should I drink? Although this wine is very tonic, drinking too much is not good." Ye Qian said. Jin Weihao did not speak and stopped his movements. His eyes were still the same distracted, and his face was
He still had the same sad look on his face. Ye Qian smiled slightly, poured a cup for Jin Weihao, and then poured a cup for himself.
Jin Weihao was still the same, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Ye Qian took a slight sip and said slowly: "My relationship path has always been very smooth. Maybe God is specially blessing me and giving me
The women are all very good, and they all love me without regrets. Although they don't mind me finding other women, I know in my heart that they still feel pain in their hearts, just because of their love, so,
They are willing to take the responsibility. As for me, whether they call me romantic or dirty, my heart is actually full of guilt for them. I also know that sometimes what they need is not wealth and splendor, nor food and clothing.
, all they need is very simple things, and I can be by their side. However, I can't do these things. However, men have a man's world, and a man can shed two tears, one for the common people, and one for a beauty."
After a pause, Ye Qian took another sip and continued: "Actually, I have always been afraid and withdrawn emotionally in the past, because I am a mercenary and may die at any time. Therefore, I suppressed my emotions
Emotionally, I suppressed my feelings for women. Faced with Sister Ran’s countless true confessions, I pretended not to know anything and pushed the blame. But I knew that it hurt her deeply. Until I met Rourou.
, I discovered that I am not such a heartless person. I also have a very strong desire for love in my heart, and I fell deeply into it uncontrollably. Later, Yue'er, Ya'er, Ke'er, Wang Yu,
They appeared in front of me one by one, and each of them selflessly devoted their love to me. And all I can do is to love them hard, care for them, and protect them. Although it is difficult for me to have them all year round
I spend a lot of time with them, but I know very well that whenever I am with them, they are the happiest."
Speaking of this, Ye Qian couldn't help but bring himself into that atmosphere, and his tone became a little sad and guilty. In fact, Ye Qian has always been a very emotional person, and he has always been towards Lin Rourou and the others.
They were full of guilt. The only thing he could do was to complete his tasks to the best of his ability, and then stay with them until they grow old together.
Ye Qian drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp. He thought that the spicy smell of wine would go down his throat and bring him out of this mood. Ye Qian is not a fool. He gets along with Jin Weihao.
It had been a while, and he actually understood Jin Weihao very well. If there was anyone who could cause this boy pain, maybe it was his two dead girlfriends. Seeing Jin Weihao like this, Ye Qian roughly guessed it. However,
He accidentally fell into it himself, hurriedly relying on the smell of alcohol to suppress his emotions. However, as soon as the wine entered his mouth, Ye Qian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He almost forgot that this was not wine at all, but water.
.
To drink away his worries and make them worse, what Jin Weihao needs is not wine, and drinking at this moment is not good for his health. Therefore, what Ye Qian brought was actually just water. However, Jin Weihao drank so much, but he didn't even notice
, it can be seen how confused he is at this moment.
"Actually, a man should look forward. He can look back occasionally, but he must never let himself get stuck in the memories of the past. That will only wear down a man's will. If you want to love, just
Love can be as cruel as you want. There are not so many worries in this world. Are you right?" Ye Qian said, "Tell me, what happened? Is it because of my cousin Tang Yuxin?"
For a long time, Jin Weihao raised his absent-minded eyes and looked at Ye Qian, nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Are you interested in hearing my story? If you don't mind my nagging."
Shrugging slightly, Ye Qian said: "I'm all ears. I like listening to stories the most. I'm thinking, if we can't survive in the future, we can write our story into a Piaotian literature novel...