Guqin becomes a beauty

The previous conversations between the two used sound transmission, and the content was unknown to others.People who don't understand Ling Xingwei's sentence "You have me" are naturally confused, but Xiao Xu and Jiang Qing have guessed the general meaning, holding back their heads and secretly laughing.

They had never seen such a reckless and reckless appearance of the minister, but since they met Mr. Rong, this kind of "stupid" situations have become more and more cute.

The next day, Ling Xingwei and Rong Zun were preparing to leave the village and return to Beijing with the Ministry of National Stability.Except for the two of them, other subordinates of the Ministry of National Heritage stayed here to continue doing field research.

Xie Chengwei squinted over with some success, and snorted: "Why don't you stay? Are you willing to go with us?"

Ling Xingwei said indifferently: "There is news from the application office that there is news about the two natural heritage sites declared last year, and foreign consulting experts will arrive in Beijing in a week." He paused, and then said, "Besides, we are not considered Let's go together." Four cars parked at the entrance of the village, the Ministry of National Security took three cars, and Ling Xingwei took Rong Zun to the other car.

Xie Chengwei: "..."

"Minister, everything is ready."

The village head presented them with pure handmade cloth, which was not expensive and within the specification range of the official gift, and his subordinates had just packed it in the trunk.

The village chief talked to him for a while with a grateful face. When the time was almost up, Xie Chengwei turned his head and looked in Ling Xingwei's direction, only to find that the woman holding the child was talking to them with a smile. The father of the child whom he had not seen for a long time also showed up today, with a happy smile on his face, and couldn't stop thanking the two of them.

He was a little curious, took two steps over there, and vaguely heard the woman laughing loudly, "Thank you so much! Our village is backward, and many teaching conditions cannot keep up. When the child grows up, he will ask It's her idea! If she wants to go to a big city, one hundred of us will."

Ling Xingwei's deep voice sounded: "You don't need to worry about tuition fees. We will support this child for as long as he can study from elementary school to university."

"You are really A Mei's great benefactors!" The child's father was surprised and incoherent. He exchanged a glance with his wife and suggested, "Why don't you let this child recognize you as godfather?"

Rong Zun was taken aback, with a strange look on his face, he took two steps back and shook his head, "No need, no need, hehe..."

If Yu Gu officially returned to her throne and regained her memory, she would have to beat him down.

Ling Xingwei also smiled at the corner of his mouth, rejecting the "good intentions" of the husband and wife.

Xie Chengwei was a little surprised. It is inevitable that people would think too much about subsidizing a child in a distant mountain in his personal capacity for no reason.But in an instant, he thought of the weird crying and rain again, and he became more certain about that guess in his heart.

This little doll is probably also an old friend of those two!

Many years later, there may be another mighty ancient god in this world.

Xie Chengwei thought of his previous efforts to contain the ancient gods and monsters, and somehow developed into the current harmonious office situation, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, and shook his head helplessly.

"Minister, shall we go?"

"Let's go..." Xie Chengcheng sighed and shouted behind him, "Minister Ling! Let's go our separate ways!"

Ling Xing didn't turn around, and said in a steady voice: "Be careful on the road."

The corners of Xie Chengwei's wrinkled eyes slightly bent, and he lowered himself into the car.Seeing many of my subordinates say goodbye happily to the people of the Ministry of National Heritage, the usual tense atmosphere seems to have dissipated after this work together, and I am deeply moved.

The three cars connected together and disappeared into the mountains.

Ling Xing didn't turn around, but looked at Rong Zun with gentle eyes, not rushing.

Rong Zun smiled slightly and lowered his head, slowly pulled his fingers out of the baby girl's tightly clenched palm, and said softly: "A Mei, we are leaving too, and we will wait for you not far away." Gently Sighed, "You, don't make us wait too long..."

"Yiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Seeing that the man was about to leave, the baby girl seemed to be in a hurry. She opened her arms and wanted to straighten up to catch him, but was hugged even tighter by her mother.

"Goodbye, goodbye to uncles." He said, holding her little arm, and waved at Rong Zun and the others.

Rong Zun's smile deepened, and he looked at the baby girl, "I didn't say that, so I can't blame it in the future."

Ling Xingwei opened the car door for him. He took a deep look at the baby girl one last time, turned around and sat in, and Ling Xingwei followed and sat in the front driver's seat.

The sound of the car starting.

Outside the window, the baby girl yelled twice, let out a twitching sound, and then suddenly burst into tears, with a loud voice, expressing her dissatisfaction and anxiety with full confidence.

Her parents and the villagers around her were startled, and someone shouted: "Village chief! Why is she crying again? When will it stop... Will it rain continuously in our village again?!"

"Stop, stop, stop - stop Minister Ling's car!!"

There was chaos in the crowd, and the baby's cry was very penetrating, resounding clearly in everyone's ears.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of Guqin in the distance——

It seems to come from the sky, with a simple and mysterious ancient meaning, clearing people's consciousness.The car had already driven a long way, but the sound of the piano still remained undiminished, lingering here calmly and gently, very patiently, as if it was constantly comforting a crying child.

After an unknown amount of time, the baby gradually slowed down its crying, tears were hanging on its suffocated red face, and it was biting its own finger, which made people feel distressed.

Seeing that he finally calmed down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the chaotic village entrance returned to its former tranquility.

On the Panhuan Mountain Road going down the mountain, Ling Xingwei drove the car himself, looked at the clear sky behind him through the rearview mirror, and said with a low smile: "Little girl, you can have a snack, cry every day, and be careful that people will throw you away."

Rong Zun put away his hand playing the piano reluctantly, "It would be great if I really lost it. If I lose it, I will bring it back and take care of it myself."

"Then what should we do?" Ling Xingwei smiled, "Otherwise we will build a wooden house at the foot of the mountain and wait for the village above to throw children away every day?"

Rong Zun was teased so weakly by him, the reluctance that had just surged up made him leave quickly.

He leaned back on the car seat and muttered: "It's only a few decades, it's just a few decades..."

"It's useless. Maybe Yugu will come out of the mountains in high school."

"A Mei has always liked reading, and she knows the most among us. I still remember that after Hua Xu passed away, when you were a child, you would always go to her when you were a child."

"She is much gentler than Hua Xu." Thinking of this, Ling Xingwei's brows also had a tender look of nostalgia, and he raised his eyebrows, "Maybe she can be a good doctor in the future."

"The teacher is also good. The God of Cookery is unreliable. A whole room of illiterate children depend on her."

Ling Xing didn't laugh.

"Of course, I'm most worried about your body!" Ling Xingwei froze instantly when his voice changed.

"Ok?"

"If you don't become a god, I won't feel at ease. Why is that old guy, the God of Cookery, by my side? It would be great if Yugu was here..."

……

Back in Beijing, the two went to the Ministry of National Heritage to find the God of Cookery.

Although Rong Zun always talked about him, he knew in his heart that he must be very worried if he was not able to go with him.Changing identities, if I can't go there in person, I can't rest assured for a moment.

Sure enough, as soon as the director of the Basic Skills Training Division received the two of them to sit down in the office, the God of Cookery hurried over. The training seemed to be very hard, his face was thin, and he looked around as soon as they met: "A Mei——! Where's Amy?"

Rong Zun said helplessly, "A Mei is not here."

"What? The one in that village... isn't her?" The God of Cookery was also stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this result, or he was unwilling to accept this fact.

Ling Xingwei waved his hand and said to the director: "You go out first."

"Yes, boss."

There were only three people left in the office, Rong Zun said slowly: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you listen to first?"

The God of Cookery's face collapsed, "Oh, my God Rong, when is this going to happen, can you stop teasing my old man?"

Seeing him begging for himself, Rong Zun was satisfied, and decided not to torment him anymore, he said to himself, "The good news is that the baby girl in the village is indeed Ah Mei."

"Really?!" God of Cookery slapped his thigh and jumped up, "Then where is she now!"

"The bad news is that Ah Mei was reincarnated. Although she still holds the position of the Rain God, she has no memories of her past."

"What's the matter, the speed of cultivation beside you and me must be rapid, and sooner or later you will remember it when you truly become a god!"

"But how did you know that she would be so eager to become an ancient god?"

"What do you mean..." God of Cookery gradually calmed down and stared at him, "You mean, Ah Mei doesn't want to come back?"

Seeing that he still didn't understand the meaning, Rong Zun gave a "tsk" impatiently, and turned his head away.It was Ling Xingwei who took pity on him and said, "In the past, Aunt Yu yearned for family affection in the human world, but now it is rare to be reborn, and she has parents and clansmen who care about her. What Rongrong means is to let her live in the human community After a few decades, when the time is right, she will come to find us."

The God of Cookery lost his mind slightly after hearing this, his silent appearance was carved out of the same mold as when Rong Zun hadn't recovered.Neither of the two disturbed him until the setting sun outside the window was sinking, the corridor outside the Ministry of Cultural Relics was quiet, and people were all off work, so he said softly, "Although she is younger than me and Lei Shen, she owes much to her in the past." She took care of it. It’s good if I can come back, I’ve survived for thousands of years, but if I want to spend a hundred years in the human world, I can still protect my old brother!”

Rong Zun raised his eyes slightly.

"Rong Rong Xingwei, there is something to say, after holding it in for so long, it's time to say it..." His face was covered with the vicissitudes of history, but his eyes softened, "It's great to meet you here again .”