At the end of one month, the part-time workers who came from the sect with Tong Yan finally embarked on their return journey.
Taking a ride from Shang Xun, Tong Yan and He Zhan Xiaolou arrived at the sect much earlier than the others, got off the bus early, and handed over the task along the way.
It didn't take long to hand in the task, she completed it quickly, and went straight back to the peak after receiving the reward.
The scenery on Luo Hua Peak was the same as when she left. As she was walking back to the yard, a green shadow fell from the tree next to her, which almost startled Tong Yan.
"Little nephew, long time no see!" Rong Yaoling, one leg wrapped with a silk ribbon, greeted her with a smile while hanging upside down.
Tong Yan calmed the almost frightened little heart, and looked at the strange appearance of the little master uncle with some words, "Little master uncle, when did you come back."
I remember that Rong Yaoling had gone to the Qiankun Sect for love a long time ago. She rarely came back to the sect in the past ten years, almost as if she had lost contact with her.
Now he suddenly came back without any warning.
"I'll come back if I want to." Rong Yaoling came down from the tree, put away the ribbon, and lay on Tong Yan's body as softly as a bone, "I haven't seen you for a long time, my little nephew, did you miss me?"
Her breath was lingering on the back of Tong Yan's ear, which made her feel a little itchy. He reached out to pluck the hair from her ear, and winked at her in a weird way.
Tong Yan tilted his head back, opened the distance between the two of them, and said with a defiant expression: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? I like a handsome little brother, don't hit me."
idea."
Rong Yaoling snorted softly, wanting to say that she was so beautiful, but she suddenly changed her mind and showed a shy but eager smile, "If you want to give it a try, my uncle will definitely satisfy you."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Tong Yan rejected him for three consecutive times, and then changed the subject: "You are back, what will Senior Brother Helan do?"
The young uncle has been chasing after him for so many years. He must have succeeded. The last time they met in Gulang City, the two were inseparable and inseparable. It has been a few years and the wedding should be held according to the schedule.
She was still thinking about it in her mind, so she joked smoothly, "Isn't the junior uncle coming back to prepare for the wedding?"
As soon as she said these words, she suddenly felt a pain in her scalp. Rong Yaoling grabbed a strand of her hair and warned with a half-smile: "Young nephew, it's better not to talk nonsense."
Tong Yan carefully observed her expression and determined that it was not because she was shy that she warned her, but because she really didn't like what others said.
She immediately shut up and blinked innocently, indicating that she would listen to her uncle in everything.
Rong Yaoling stood up straight. There was a careless indifference between her brows, and she seemed to be sullen and bored. The change in her expression was in vain, which was completely different from the way she first fell in love.
"Man, it's interesting before you get it. Love is about temporary pleasure. If you get together, you will get together and if you don't get together, you will break up. Only fools will ruin their lives because of impulse."
These scumbag remarks seem to be explaining to Tong Yan that her passion for the past ten years was just because of her own whim. Once the novelty wears off, the people she once loved can be discarded like nothing.
Tong Yan couldn't tell the true meaning of her expression. Maybe the junior uncle was really a scumbag who played with He Lanzhou's feelings and then walked away gracefully. Or maybe the situation was just the opposite, and she was betrayed despite her true feelings.
Tong Yan did not witness their relationship, and was not one of the parties involved. His true story could not be restored by just guessing.
However, can a temporary good impression of someone really last for more than ten years?
After thinking for a moment, Tong Yan did not directly ask whether she and He Lanzhou had broken up, but expressed her point of view pertinently. "Uncle Master said that love only accounts for a small part of life."
"How can you be so old-fashioned when you are so young?" Rong Yaoling gave her a disgusted look. Isn't this the age when you are looking forward to love, but she didn't seem to be looking forward to it at all.
"Okay, if you tell me otherwise, I'll go find my senior brother."
Rong Yaoling's comment made Tong Yan couldn't help but smile. Watching her walk away, he continued to move forward.
Not long after, Rong Yaoling found her senior brother somewhere. He was sitting alone with a calm expression, holding a chess piece and thinking deeply. The sea of clouds surged a few feet away, and the cliff wind passed by his ears, causing his hair to fly.
When Rong Yaoling came, she said in a complaining tone: "Senior brother, how have you taught your disciples all these years? Your words are not cute at all."
"Tell me that love is only a small part of life. Look, is this what a teenage girl would say?"
The junior sister kept talking for a long time, but Shang Xun, who was playing chess alone, turned a deaf ear to her.
Once the interest arose, Rong Yaoling could talk for a long time by herself. Even if Shang Xun ignored her, she would still chatter endlessly.
"At the age when love begins, isn't it normal for her to fantasize about what the person she likes in the future will look like, interact with peers every day, and talk to her sisters in private about other people's young men?"
"It looks like he has seen through the world, as if he has experienced a lot."
"Senior brother, you must be the one who forced her to practice and turned a delicate little girl into a vicissitudes of life." Rong Yaoling's accusations were groundless and based on nonsense. It was a rare opportunity for her to bury her senior brother.
Will not let go easily.
"Okay, you can shut up." Shang Xun was so noisy by her that he didn't say a word for a long time. He threw the black pieces back into the chess box in annoyance. Because of Rong Yaoling's words, he imagined Tong Yan discussing other matters with others in private.
What he looks like as a man.
He also recalled that she had a very pleasant chat with Yi Shiqing when they were in the Yi Mansion, and she was alone with Gu Yuqi in the Dragon Prison Pagoda. Every scene made him feel depressed.
There was obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, and he glanced at Rong Yaoling coldly, "Strength is the foundation of a foothold. What's wrong with me letting her concentrate on her training?"
"Of course there is nothing wrong with practicing. Junior sister feels that if she has experienced the tricks of love in advance, it is better than being too naive and being easily deceived later." Rong Yaoling curled her lips. She didn't just stay in the sect all year round.
Did he fall in love easily because he had too little knowledge and too high expectations for love?
There was a coldness in Shang Xun's long and slanted eyes. Thinking of the possibility that Rong Yaoling mentioned, a trace of murderous intent infected his eyebrows, and he said word by word: "Let's see who dares!"
Holding her chin, Rong Yaoling thought about whether she should give her young nephew some extra lessons, so that she could be more wary of men with ulterior motives outside, so as not to be fooled by a few sweet words.
While she was still thinking about how to teach her, she suddenly felt a chill coming over her, making her hair stand on end and her body shivering involuntarily.
Changed...changed?
Rong Yaoling quietly glanced at the person next to her. Oh, it was her senior brother who changed his face.
Calmly moving her butt farther away, she swallowed her saliva and suggested cautiously: "Don't always restrain my nephew and prevent her from going out to make friends. The more people she meets, the more love will come naturally...
Hey hey! Senior brother, don’t leave!”
Shang Xun, who was a few steps away, suddenly stood up and strode away with a gloomy expression.
Rong Yaoling tapped her cheek lightly with her fingers, a smug smile on her lips, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, like a little witch who bases her happiness on the pain of others.