"I'm afraid of going in and not being able to come out." Dong Qingyuan couldn't let himself fall into such a situation where he would completely lose control. The feeling of being at someone's mercy wasn't pleasant at all. Even though he knew this person wouldn't do such things, Dong Qingyuan still felt an instinctual fear...
"These things will eventually be yours anyway, why must you resist so much... Although he is aware of his debt to other flesh and blood, the man still loves this child the most. If any other child dared to speak to him like that, they would probably have been dead long ago. The more he compares, the harder it is for the man to say, but he still follows his own thoughts."
He still cares about this child because this child is special to him. Being biased is just being biased, anyway, he's not worse off for it.
"I don't need it." He didn't want to get involved in the man's affairs, even though he knew it was a powerful force. He knew that once you got entangled with those things, there was no turning back. Moreover, he knew his mother wouldn't want him to be with this man. Otherwise, why would she have left this man and taken him away in the first place? How could she hope for him to be with this man now?
So Dong Qingyuan resolutely rejected the man's proposal. He doesn't need the man's power now either. He can survive in this cruel era completely on his own. Why should he accept something that doesn't belong to him? The man probably never lacks flesh and blood relatives. Aren't those people the man's sons?
"Qingyuan, you really are just like your mother." The man couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. To say that his son only cared about fame and wealth was completely different from what he had thought. Did Dong Qingyuan also have such moments? It's truly complicated to the point of being hard to understand.
"My mother will be delighted. Delighted that I don't look like you. Won't repeat the tragedy of being like you. Mother shouldn't want me to have a personality like yours. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left this man in the first place. It's precisely because of things like this that she left him..."
The man was speechless in the face of these words. She would indeed be very fortunate. Fortunate that she did not raise a son like his father. Today it was impossible to have a conversation with Dong Qingyuan. The fact proved that they could not have a pleasant conversation between them. At least now their chat turned into an argument...
The man wanted to appease Dong Qingyuan's anger, but his rationality told him that this would only make things more unpleasant.
"Uncle." Dong Qingyuan seemed to hear a call in his ear, but when he came back to himself, there was no one beside him. The storybook next to him was still open on the bed. Dong Qingyuan slowly picked it up and read a few pages to himself... It turned out that this empty feeling was because of that child, not because of that person he had been thinking about for five years.
Yuanshu should take good care of that child, as the son of Xuan Wang, that child will have many things, such as a wealthy and noble fiancé, a life without worries is already predetermined.
Dong Qingyuan lay on his own bed, starting to fantasize about Pei Huaxin's life after this. However, he found that in such a life, there was no place for himself. Could Pei Mingxuan and Yuan Shuhan allow him to get close to the child? Dong Qingyuan felt that this matter was basically impossible. Did Pei Huaxin also start to dislike such a self of his?
That child's face revealed an unbelievable and disappointing expression after hearing his own words. When did he fall to such a state? Even such a child felt disappointed in himself. Dong Qingyuan didn't know what kind of mood he was in, but he didn't want to stay in this place anymore.
"Yuán shū hán kàn lái míng rì hái yào qù bàifǎng yī tàng......" Dǒng Qīng Yuán qīng shēng de nǐng nuò, suí hòu piāo sàn zài fēng zhōng.
Translation:
"Yuán Book seems to be going to visit again tomorrow......" Dong Qingyuan whispered softly, and then drifted away in the wind.
It turns out that Dong Qingyuan didn't have such an opportunity because Yuan Shuhuan had already left at this time and didn't give Pei Mingxuan anything to do. Now, Yuan Shuhuan also doesn't know what to do. After a night of partying with others, Yuan Shuhuan's small body couldn't take it. At least for now, he doesn't have such ability.
Pei Mingxuan was too strong, so Yuan Shuhuan became a burden. After all, he was over 30 years old and had never seen a woman before. Coincidentally, there was also Dong Qingyuan causing trouble on this side. Yuan Shuhuan was happy to be idle. Although the eldest son of the Yuan family, when he first went to the capital, was made miserable by Yuan Shuhuan.
Those family members fell into the queen's hands. Yuan Shu Huan felt that the possibility of survival was not great either. It was just that the queen fell too quickly afterwards. She didn't even have time to investigate this matter thoroughly. Anyway, in the end, these people will find their own way. It's been so many years since they came out. Many brought their husbands back to see their parents.
This can be considered a little homesickness. Or it's just a kind of nostalgia for the past. Moreover, now except for this Yuan Shu Huan, I don't know if I can find anything to give to Pei Ming Xuan. Now with the child and family going out for a spring outing is just right.
"Dad, Huan'er has brought her husband to see you. Actually, you should have already discovered something was off back then. I've never hidden it from you. I'm not the original Yuanshu Huan." Yuanshu Huan looked at the stone monument she had erected herself all those years ago, feeling as if she had just woken up from a dream that lasted for a thousand years. She hadn't been in this world for long, but she had experienced many things...
"Father-in-law, I, Pei Mingxuan, have arrived. As for this father-in-law whom he had never met before, Pei Mingxuan was at a loss for what to say next. 'Hanjun will be handed over to me from now on. I definitely won't let her experience any more sadness or hardship. Xuechen and Xueyin are also entrusted to me. I will definitely make them happy and help them grow up.'"
Bai Mingxuan muttered to himself, all about taking care of things. Yuan Shuheng couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Dad, I've found a fool, but he's good to me. These words were originally too weak for me to say, but I still want to tell you that I'm doing well. My two younger siblings are lively and lovely. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to bring them this time."
"It's all because of those foolish people who are after some ill-gotten gains, and they even plan to dig up your ancestral grave. But don't worry, I, Huan'er, will not let them succeed." Yuan Shu Huan made a vow in front of the tomb of Yuan Jia Er Lang, expressing her current determination. This shouldn't have happened in the first place, it's all because of my own fault.
"Let's go." Such a sorrowful and melancholic time. Pei Mingxuan really didn't want to own it. Unfortunately, reminiscing about the past is something that always makes people involuntarily sad. Only by taking Yuan Shuhuan away from this sorrowful place can we avoid such things from happening again.
The moonlight is faint and cool, intoxicating and gone
A glance up, and many things have left no trace
The red dust rolls and floats away
The sound of the flute gradually rises
The wind blows, and the flower's shadow brushes against my clothes.
Listening with an ear still faintly hears whispers
As if it were the same as in those years with you
Roaming alone in the world
The multitude of living beings is like a floating duckweed
Mistaking worldly dependence for spiritual reliance
Sighing at life's fleeting nature
Carving stones and engraving characters, waiting for someone to understand.
The sound of the qin is half broken, the strings are snapped in two.
How to wash a dirty heart
What need is there for praise and blame?
Also enter the yellow millet
The moonlight is faintly cool and intoxicating
A glance up, and many things have left no trace
The red dust rolls and floats away
The sound of the flute gradually rises
The multitude of living beings is like a floating duckweed
Mistaking worldly dependence for spiritual reliance
Sighing at life's fleeting nature
Carving stones and engraving characters, waiting for someone to understand.
The sound of the qin is half-melodic and half- discordant, with broken strings.
How to clean a murky heart?
What need is there for praise and blame?
Also enter the yellow millet
A hundred years of dreams have vanished, and all is lost.
Yuanshu Han gazed at the scene and suddenly whispered to himself. He still remembered that it was a deceased person who wrote these lyrics. "Moonlit Night, Cherishing Memories of the Past". Although this wasn't a moonlit night, the phrase "cherishing memories of the past" still suited this scene perfectly. Even after his own hundred years had passed, he would be nothing but a mound of yellow earth. Why bother being so particular about right and wrong?
Merit and demerit, why bother to evaluate? And enter the yellow millet. This is just a dream of Nanke. After waking up, what's left? Yu Shu Huan didn't know this question at all. Because she had never had such feelings before. Yu Shu Huan really didn't know how she was doing either. Suddenly thinking of singing a moonlit night nostalgia...
Although I've always known that Yuan Shu Huan is someone with a bit of literary flair, this song still leaves Pei Ming Xuan in awe. Yuan Shu Huan's talent is even better than he imagined. Such poetic lyrics shouldn't be coming from Yuan Shu Huan's hand. Even if Yuan Shu Huan has such literary flair, it's certain that he doesn't have such a state of mind.
"Does it sound good?" Such words are a kind of challenge to the secular world. After all, he does not conform to the mainstream ideas of this world. Yuan Shu did not know what he wanted, but still asked only this one sentence.
"It sounds good, but it doesn't suit you." Yuan Shu Han himself is not that kind of person. Such things are hard to do even if forced. But singing such lyrics, Yuan Shu Han unexpectedly moved people. Probably because there isn't that kind of life experience, some emotions are still similar though.
"Why isn't it suitable?" Yuan Shu Huan felt very curious about this point. Because those people all thought that Yuan Shu Huan was quite suitable. A woman who had never asked about her reputation in life or death, paired with such a song, even if not saying it's a perfect match, but also roughly the same, right?
"It's too tragic. I don't like it." Bae Myung-seon also didn't know if this was his own private thoughts playing tricks on him. But he felt that things should just go with the flow. Won Seo-hwan was not even thirty years old in two lifetimes combined. How could such a tragic song suit her? The one who's truly old is oneself, isn't it?"
Won Seok-hwan couldn't help but laugh. Actually, I don't like the theme of that sentence by Bae Myung-seon. This song sees through some things too much. Even Won Seok-hwan himself can't grasp it. It's really unknown what kind of emotions that person had when writing such lyrics. Anyway, it just makes people feel very sad.
"Then I won't sing such songs next time, can you write for me?" Pei Mingxuan's talent is also top-notch. Yuan Shuhuan had seen it before too. It's only been five years, and who knows if Pei Mingxuan has any new works.
"Mom, sing for us, okay?" We never knew mom could sing before. The two kids took the opportunity to make a request. Mom's song must be the most beautiful one. That song was quietly memorized by Pei Hua Xin. If there is still a chance to see Uncle again, then sing it for Uncle to hear.
Unfortunately, when Uncle left that day, his disheartened appearance made Pei Hua Xin even more unsure of what to do. Now thinking back on this matter, Pei Hua Xin feels a little guilty.
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