I don’t know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
Tan Xinmeng squatted in the corner, buried his head in his knees, and burst into tears.
She finally understood what it felt like to like someone.
She feels that liking means being dependent.
As long as that person appears, she can't help but want to rely on him and want to be with him all the time. Share her joy with him, share her recent experiences with him, and share everything she can share with him...
Although she didn't spend much time with Qianyu, she developed a sense of dependence on Qianyu. Qianyu's departure made her very uncomfortable and in a very low mood.
Tan Yi looked at Tan Xinmeng distressedly, and did not say a word to comfort him. He just sighed: "Daughter, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why should you have unrequited love for a flower..."
"Daddy..."
Hearing Tan Yi's comfort, Tan Xinmeng cried even more sadly, like a little girl who had her favorite toy taken away, lying helplessly in Tan Yi's arms, crying loudly.
"Daughter, you and little friend Qianyu are destined to be inseparable. He has his own heart, so why are you so persistent with him?"
"Dad, will I never see the master again?" Tan Xinmeng's mood improved a little, and she asked.
"Um."
"Dad, I want to go with the master..."
"Nonsense." Tan Yi frowned and said, "Little friend Qianyu is now like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river. He cannot save himself. There is no place for him in Liuyun City."
"Dad, can't you protect him?"
"I can protect him for a while, but I can't protect him for the rest of his life. He will leave the City Lord's Mansion sooner or later."
"Why not let him stay longer?"
"That old guy Xiao Yun comes to me every now and then to ask for someone, which makes me upset. The longer Qianyu stays, the harder the relationship between me and the Xiao family becomes, and I have no choice but to do so." Tan Yi told the truth.
"In this case, Master and I have missed out..."
"The misses now are all making way for true love in the future. You will definitely meet someone who loves you and loves you." Tan Yi said sincerely.
"But I still can't let go of Master. If he's not here, I will miss him very much." Tan Xinmeng was still very melancholy.
"It's normal to not be able to forget him for a while, but after a while, you will completely forget him. Time makes people forget love." As a person who has experienced it, Tan Yi has a unique view on relationships.
"No, I will never forget Master." Tan Xinmeng said confidently.
"I'll wait and see." Tan Yi said with a faint smile. "You have a good rest these few days and adjust your condition. If you have any questions, you can talk to me."
"Dad, you still care about me the most..."
"You are my only daughter. If I don't feel sorry for you, who do you feel sorry for? Go back to your room and rest quickly. Look at you crying, your eyes are all red..." Tan Yi fondly touched Tan Xinmeng's little head and asked her to go back to her room to rest.
Tan Xinmeng obediently went back to her room. Looking at her daughter's back, Tan Yi sighed and said to himself: "Love makes people sad..."
Qianyu stood at the door of the City Lord's Mansion for a long time, like a statue, looking at the cold jade mandarin duck pendant left to him by Tan Xinmeng, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
Of course he understood what Tan Xinmeng meant, but his heart already belonged to someone else, so he could only cruelly reject Tan Xinmeng's sincerity.
"Hey, what's wrong with the donor? He looks so melancholy?" The honest monk finished relaxing and returned to the city lord's mansion. He saw Qianyu standing stupidly at the door. Those who didn't know it thought Qianyu was the new gatekeeper.
"You do not understand."
"Is the donor trapped by love?" The honest monk saw clearly.
"Do you understand love too?"
"Hehe, I think back then, when I was not a monk, I was also a handsome guy. Although he is not so handsome that he can be said to be the most handsome guy in the village."
"You still have this kind of moment?" Qianyu found it funny, "Damn monk, are you bragging?"
"The donor underestimated me too much." The honest monk frowned, "Do you want to ask people in my village? They can testify that I was so handsome back then! All the women in our village were me.
fan girl."
"Fanatical girl?"
"I learned from your master, a girl who admires you very much."
"Are all the widows in your village? I think only widows can like you."
"Donor, be careful if you belittle me again, I'll beat you up." The honest monk took it seriously. Qianyu shut up in time. Those who understand current affairs are heroes.
"It's my fault that I was too passionate when I was young, sowing seeds everywhere, and owing countless romantic debts. It was also because of my willfulness at that time that I was unable to treat every woman sincerely, and it continues to this day."
"Dead monk, you have told about your life experience before, but I feel that this is very different from the story you told before." Qianyu noticed something was wrong.
"Hey, everyone has two sides. The story I told you back then was just one side of me." The honest monk responded quickly and explained matter-of-factly.
"Do you think I would believe it?"
"It's up to you to believe it or not." The honest monk didn't care, "Donor, the reason why you are melancholy is because of the female donor, right?"
"Damn monk, if you don't understand anything, stop asking blind questions." Qianyu didn't want to mention this matter.
"Hehe, the donor is anxious. Didn't he tell me right?" The honest monk became excited, "The donor didn't let me say it, so I insisted on saying it."
"Let me guess whether the female donor likes you, but you can't like her. She loves her but can't, and you feel guilty inside, right?"
"Shut up!" Qianyu was angry.
"Donor, you are too rigid and don't know how to adapt." The honest monk offered advice, "If it were me, as long as she expresses her feelings, I would accept it immediately, and then...hehe, you know..."
Qianyu glanced at the honest monk with disdain and cursed: "You deserve to die, no one likes you."
"Donor, times have changed. You still want to be a dedicated person and love only one person in your life. This concept is too old. My love is too much. If you love only one person in your life, that person will definitely not be able to accept it.
I am full of love. That’s why I give love to every woman I meet. This is called fraternity."
"That's not called fraternity, that's called thinking with the lower body." Qianyu complained accurately.
"The donor is really stubborn and stubborn. He cannot be carved out of rotten wood." The honest monk shook his head and did not continue the topic.
"Damn monk, since you are going to borrow something from Yan's house, you must know where it is, right?" Qianyu thought of getting down to business.
"have no idea."
"Then where should we find it?" Qianyu asked in surprise.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of solutions." The honest monk smiled mysteriously, "Donor, are you in a better mood now?"
"My mood has calmed down after listening to your nonsense." Qianyu felt that his condition was gradually recovering.
The Honest Monk said: "I am good at comforting people."
The way to truly comfort someone is not to ask you to cheer him up and encourage him to move forward. It is to tell him about a worse experience and in turn make him sympathize with you. After comparison, he will realize that there is someone better than him.
What's even worse is that this way, he felt comforted in his heart.
"Donor, there is no room for negligence when going to the Yan Family this time. If you are caught, you will be notorious in Liuyun City."
"Even if I don't go, I can't stay in Liuyun City any longer. Let's break the pot." Qianyu gave up.