A Taoist friend of mine

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Wen Xili's eyes were cold, and his tone was indeed resolute: "Pindao has indeed considered it, and knows his own gains and losses. I will bear in mind Taifu Song's advice, but forgive me for not being able to accept it."

"I don't know how to repent, I'm a cultivator!" Father Song scolded angrily, Qiu Shaoxing couldn't stand it anymore, and came to persuade him, "Brother Song, don't be like this, this thing is actually not bad, if you want to inherit the family, Song Su will give it to you You've already had an heir, so why be aggressive, right? If you're afraid of family scandal, just lock it up."

"There is no impenetrable wall in the world," the man snorted coldly, "Qiu Shaoxing, I entrusted you to discipline Song Tuan, not because I want to see such a result. You and I are very close friends, so I may not listen to it, but You see, how I explained to my ancestors, there is one in my family..."

"Mojing," Song Tun raised his head and stared at him, "I am Mojing, father."

Her indifferent attitude made Song's father feel pain in his chest, and he grabbed the broom from the side to beat her.

"Patter----"

Wen Jili coughed up bloody phlegm fiercely, embraced Song Tuo, and gently rubbed her soft hair: "Song Tuo, don't run away."

Dozens of flying marks "slapped" fell, blood drops swayed, and "swish" washed the ground. Song's father had practiced martial arts, not to mention his body was tough, and the way of beating people was also so cruel. Song Huan was imprisoned by Wen Yuli , can't move at all.

"Pa Da Da Da" burst into tears, Wen Xili hugged her so tightly that her whole body was numb, she trembled: "No more, no more..."

"Don't want me anymore, Wen Xili."

"No," Wen Xili kissed her lips, "I love you, really."

Others couldn't bear to watch, so Qiu Shaoxing pulled the broom away and cursed sharply: "Song Ci, take a closer look, is this the result you want?"

Song Ci's eyes froze, and he looked at the bruised and bruised man, acting like he was protecting a cub, carefully, treating it like a treasure.

"Song Taifu," Wen Xili's face was covered with blood, "it doesn't matter if you beat me to death, she is your daughter, she is extremely important to you, you should cherish it, if you really don't want to, I will..."

"Leave her."

Song Ci nodded: "In this case, children can be taught."

After finishing speaking, he yelled again: "Hurry up and leave, you will embarrass my Song family here!"

"Are you really going to let me go?" Song Tuo touched her face with tears streaming down his face, "Are you willing to let me go?"

"If you don't like it, you have to be willing," Wen Xili smiled, "I really like you, Song Tuan, I like you so much that I'm going crazy."

"This tells me not to be crazy, and also tells me to live, to see you, to see you happy, even if I can't get it, it's fine." Wen Xili closed his eyes, "Let's go."

She lost all her strength, Song Tuo was stunned, and rushed to grab her like crazy, but was grabbed and pulled back by the rushing servant.

"Wen Xili!"

Wen Xili smiled silently at her on the ground and made a mouth shape.

she says----

You have to wait for me.

The time has passed, five years later.

It was raining continuously on the covered bridge, one person bought hairpins, and the other brushed purses.

The two laughed at Yan Yan, looked at each other affectionately, clasped their fingers together, and walked side by side.

The peddler laughed and teased one of the girls in yellow clothes: "May I ask who the other party is?"

The woman in yellow clothes smiled, her eyes filled with thousands of rivers and mountains.

"A Taoist friend of mine."

The author has something to say: It is finally over, and everyone is happy.

But the process is not what I thought. The last few sentences in the article (five years later) are indeed the ending planned from the beginning.

I would like to thank everyone for patiently watching this tattered article of face-slapping monsters, thank you very much! ! !