Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"We're back!"

Tang Wensong never thought that before he found his sister, the three old men ended their journey and returned early.

With a "thump", his knees went weak and he knelt down facing the door.

The three old men were shocked by his action.

The first person to react was mother Zhuang Mei. The slightly confused woman quickly walked around him and passed by him quickly, muttering something embarrassedly.

"I didn't bring anything with me. It's useless to kneel down..."

Dad Tang Junshan looked at him twice more, turned around to exchange glances with grandpa, and walked away with a look of disgust.

Tang Wensong's panic and tension were completely gone because of his parents' strange reactions.

He raised his guilty and puzzled face and looked at the grandfather Tang Yongdao who was the last one to enter the door.

Grandpa finally stopped in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and said to him, "Speak first if you have something to say." Tang Wensong was so embarrassed that his ears turned red.

"grandfather"

He called out again cautiously, looking back at his parents who had put down their luggage and sat down in the living room, and said in a low voice:

"Wanwan is missing."

"Um··"

The old man heard it, nodded, and walked around him without saying anything, then went to the living room and sat down.

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"mom!"

"Wanwan is missing!"

Tang Wensong was really panicked now. He knelt down on the spot and shouted loudly to Zhuang Mei. He didn't dare to stand up and waited for his father to come and beat him.

However, the three old men seemed not to have heard him. They drank tea to relieve their journey fatigue and did not even glance at him.

Is the whole family crazy?

Tang Wensong, who was kneeling, began to become dazed. The high pressure of not being able to find his sister in the past two days had already pushed him to the brink of collapse.

"Mom! Wanwan is missing!"

Finally, he cried out, knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Frightened, Zhuang Mei put down the teacup in her hand, rolled her eyes at her husband, and hurried over to pick up her son from the ground.

Tang Wensong, who is already over 1.8 meters tall, hugged Zhuang Mei tightly and cried bitterly.

"Mom, my sister is missing. I've been looking for her for days. My sister is missing..."

The burly Tang Wensong seemed to have returned to his childhood, hugging his mother and crying sadly and helplessly.

After struggling to get over Tang Wensong's broad shoulders and getting the two men's eye contact, Zhuang Mei stroked her eldest son's head and coaxed him softly:

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mommy will take you to see your sister during the Fireworks Festival!"

Tang Wensong, who was immersed in his own heinous crimes, did not react for a moment and hugged Zhuang Mei's waist tightly, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

While someone was still humming on this side, there was a "whoosh" sound over there.

Tang Wensong was grabbed by the collar and pulled out of his mother's arms.

"Didn't you hear your mother talking to you?"

Tang Junshan reminded with disgust.

"Ah...what did you say?"

Feeling guilty, Tang Wensong lowered his head, rarely daring to confront his father.

"Mom said that she would take you to Japan to see Wanwan during the fireworks festival."

Zhuang Mei glanced at Tang Junshan in reproach and softened her tone to remind her son.

"Fireworks festival?"

"Look at Wanwan..."

"What, do you know where Wanwan is?"

Tang Wensong, whose brain CPU was about to burn out, jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, put his arm around Zhuang Mei's shoulders and shook her as he asked.

Zhuang Mei shrank back and looked at her husband for help in a timid manner.

"You hurt your mother!"

Tang Junshan once again ruthlessly pushed the tearful and snot-covered Tang Wensong away from Zhuang Mei, not forgetting to give him some finishing touches:

"Now you know you're in a hurry. You usually bully your sister so much that she's in a mess. Don't you want to make her disappear every day?"

"dad!!"

After wiping his face roughly, Tang Wensong slowly regained his sanity.

"Do you know where Wanwan is?"

Ignoring Tang Junshan, he leaned towards Zhuang Mei like a sticky candy.

"Wanwan had a wonderful fate. She was taken to Japan by my friend to meditate."

Unable to bear watching his son bullying his eldest grandson, grandfather Tang Yongdao finally spoke up.

"ah··"

Tang Wensong finally let go of the tension in his heart, took a long breath, and slumped down on the sofa.

"No, is it that dramatic that Chan Xiu is leaving? I've been looking for her so hard these past two days that I'm almost dying!"

Feeling unwilling to accept this, he stiffened his neck and started yelling again.

"Snapped"

Tang Junshan finally couldn't help but give him a slap

"Everything happens for a reason, you know nothing"

Tang Junshan glared at him with his eyes slanted, as if he couldn't understand anything he said.

Although he was shot in the head, Tang Wensong's mood was obviously bright after the storm. He regained his ruffian nature and slumped down on the sofa, hugged Zhuang Mei's shoulders and said coquettishly:

"Mom, let's not go see her and just let her be a nun there."

I started to think happily in my heart that my dad's trick was quite interesting. I wouldn't tell Jiang Kaichen either, just to see how anxious he could get.

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Tang Wenwan has been in the Kinkakuji Temple for some time. The amazing thing is that she has done nothing during this period, yet it seems as if she has done a lot.

Every morning, Xue Hashimoto would ask her to ring the bell together, and then go to the back mountain to meditate.

In the afternoon, they went to the mountains to pick flowers and fruits and play with small animals. The days passed so quickly that they forgot about time.

"Xiaoxue, I haven't seen your master for several days."

Tang Wenwan and Hashimoto Xue were strolling in the mountains hand in hand again. Suddenly, she remembered the painting of herself before her death, as if Hashimoto Kosuke had not given her an explanation.

"Does your master paint? How did he get that picture of the double eagles?"

Once the thought arises, all kinds of problems come flooding in.

"what?"

Hashimoto Yuki was feeding a sika deer and looked confused when asked.

"Then, can you tell me how you were able to find me based on a painting?"

Tang Wenwan stared at her round, deer-like eyes and asked seriously.

"Oh, that's easy."

Hashimoto Yuki fed the last piece of straw cake in her hand into the deer's mouth, clapped her hands, took Tang Wenwan's hand and said.

"Each painting has a different aura. Your painting has your aura. I followed the aura and found you."

Hashimoto Yuki's serious explanation made Tang Wenwan stop in surprise.

She lowered her head and smelled her body. When she thought of the painting from her previous life, she smiled foolishly at herself.

"But, that painting doesn't seem to be me now."

She asked tentatively.

Hashimoto Xue didn’t quite understand Tang Wenwan’s confusion, so she pulled her hand and motioned for her to keep moving forward.

"You are you. No matter which life you are in, you are still you."

She looked at the bamboo forest in front of her and answered absentmindedly.

"How about I take you to a secret base?"

Without waiting for Tang Wenwan to continue asking, she suddenly pointed at the bamboo forest in front of her and shouted happily.

Tang Wenwan could only follow her thoughtfully as she walked deeper into the bamboo forest.

“Look there, they are all my good friends.”

Tang Wenwan looked in the direction where Hashimoto Xue's hand was, and a group of stone-carved little arhats appeared before her eyes.

They sat, lay down, laughed, or grumbled, doing whatever they wanted under the bamboos. They had probably been here for so many years that mosses were dotted all over their bodies like clothes.

"Wow..." Tang Wenwan was shocked by the scene before her and was speechless for a moment.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and onto Luohan's eyes. She seemed to see that those eyes had a lot to say to her.