Song Qingshu's journey of resistance

Standing in front of the stairs, watching Zhang Wuji's thin and frail figure go away little by little, he just thought it was funny that he looked back three times at a step, reluctant to leave but had to go, lightly raised his arm and waved silently, "Wuji, your glorious battle song is here!" It's about to be played, so don't let go of the responsibility that God entrusted to you.

"Go back, Qingshu, don't be sad, Wuji will be back in three or four months at most." Patting Song Qingshu on the shoulder, Yin Liting smiled melodiously, Wuji left suddenly, the most sad is this nephew, right?

When his body froze, what point did he show reluctance?Don't misunderstand people casually, okay?So he turned his head angrily, "Who expects him to come back? It would be best if he doesn't come back in three to five years!"

"Yes, yes, Qing Shu is not reluctant, hehe..." He shook his head and laughed, just because of Song Qingshu's rare childishness. Sure enough, Qingshu has changed, making people like him more and more, especially his hard-spoken The soft-hearted look and cuteness will only make people laugh.

"Uncle Six!" Grinding his teeth angrily, he knew that this person didn't believe him at all, and there were muffled laughter from the other uncles beside his ears, teeth itching, teeth itching, Zhang Wuji, you are really a scourge, you even left It can still cause trouble!

"Don't bother the gentlemen, Qingshu is one step ahead." He bowed his head, and fled away like flying after giving a salute. Believe it or not, my young master will not accompany you.

Um?The scene was quiet for a moment, followed by bursts of laughter, and the figure of a young man who disappeared like a puff of smoke in the distance once again successfully entertained all the boring teachers and uncles. I don't know when it started, teasing Qingshu became their last The things I like to do are definitely, I never get tired of it...

The days without Zhang Wuji were leisurely and lonely. When he lost the figure that he couldn't get rid of beside him, he suddenly realized that in the whole Wudang, besides Zhang Wuji, he was actually a good friend and also a friend. No.

But fortunately, he doesn't need any friends. He practices meditation every day, and is occasionally called by a few master uncles to have a "heart-to-heart talk." It's been a pretty good day.

It wasn't until I heard the word Jingyuan from Song Yuanqiao again that I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a person I was very interested in living in the small Wudang Mountains.

"Father?" Dazed and astonished, he stared at the man whose back was turned to him and looked into the distance. Did he make a mistake, this guy actually let him go to the present?Although the master he served was an incredibly beautiful woman, but... it was still too much, right?

"Qingshu..." He sighed and lowered his eyes, why would he like his son to be a present person?It's just that Meng'er next to the third junior brother suddenly fell ill, and the junior brother has a weird temperament that doesn't like to be disturbed by strangers. Apart from Qing Shu, he really can't find a more suitable candidate. Besides, the master just left a few days ago. If something goes wrong, he will naturally try his best to remedy it.

Secretly took Song Yuanqiao's exposed thoughts into his eyes calmly, squinted his mouth and looked away, it seems that this "cheap" father has made up his mind to let him serve others, sigh, go, go, but only three days before he died no one!

So he lowered his head to hide the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Father, don't be embarrassed, serving the uncle is what a son should do. Qing Shu will go now." Anyway, if you don't want to go, you have to go, so just go Be generous and refreshing, what's the matter, can you earn more or less impression points?

Sure enough, after hearing Song Qingshu's answer, Song Daxia felt relieved and felt guilty after hearing Song Qingshu's answer. He patted his son on the shoulder and didn't speak for a long time.

Jingyuan

Standing in this place again, I feel surprisingly complicated. I remember that when I came here last time, I was very impatient and just wanted to put down my things and leave, but this time...

He walked straight into the inner hall, stared at the tightly closed door for a long time, but couldn't hear any movement inside, so he could only call the door softly, "San Shishu got up?"

After waiting for a while, no one responded, raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door, and a figure sitting on a high chair lightly leaped into view.

Yu Daiyan didn't hear the door behind him, and Yu Daiyan, who had been in a daze, fell into his own thoughts before he knew it. The paper on the table was rustled by the wind, and a little bit of red ink stained the loose skirt.

Meng'er who was serving by my side fell ill yesterday, seeing that the child had a severe fever, he had no choice but to send someone to inform the elder brother, hoping to find someone to replace Meng'er for a few days, the peak of his eyebrows unconsciously furrowed, I don't know who the elder brother will send here, and what kind of temperament that person is. Thinking of the pity that he might see in that person's eyes, the fingers holding the pen holder tightened a little bit, gradually turning an abnormal blue color.

"Does the third uncle have any enmity with the pen? Do you want my nephew to tear it into pieces?"

The light laughter carried a hint of ridicule, and the familiar yet frivolous tone made Yu Daiyan subconsciously frowned.

Turning his head, he saw that the figure who made people angry a few days ago was standing firmly beside him, "Song Qingshu? Why are you here?"

"Third Martial Uncle guesses?" Blinking, is he angry?Why?Are you ugly?So ugly that people will feel bad when they see it?No way? ?

His face trembled, "I don't know." He pursed his lips tightly, and for some reason, he couldn't control his emotions when he saw Song Qingshu.

Touching the nose, so indifferent, it’s a pity to be blinded by that beautiful face, and it’s a pity to be paralyzed every day, "Hehe... Qing Shu was sent by his father to serve the third uncle, so I will disturb you a lot these days, I hope the teacher Uncle, don't be offended."

"What? You serve me?" Song Qingshu pointed at himself after pointing his fingers. Did he hear correctly?

Uh~ suddenly felt that facial paralysis is also a very good state, Song Qingshu subconsciously touched his nose again, "Yes, yes, that's what my father ordered." With angry eyes, the ancient times are really not good, and he said, "For the father Fate is from' so that when the son's death has no reason to go.

"Is that so... that's fine..." Not being a stranger, let alone seeing disgusting eyes, Song Qingshu is really an excellent candidate in this way.

"Uncle, do you want to lie on the bed for a while?" Not wanting to continue this topic, he shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the bed with a smile. Sitting in a chair will always be tiring, right?It was really hard for him to sit for hours.

Nodding, it's time to lie down for a while, "Move the quilt, and I'll go over by myself."

"You want to go back to bed by yourself?" Exclaimed, he didn't mean to be wrong, right?His eyes couldn't help but quickly glanced at Yu Daiyan's legs. Didn't these legs lose consciousness a long time ago?How did he go back to bed by himself?

"What kind of eyes do you have?" His face suddenly became gloomy. It's because his legs are useless, not his martial arts, why?Don't you think he has no legs!The repressed complex emotions in his heart were attracted by Song Qingshu's unintentional gaze, and he clenched his palms again, the blood color faded from his slender fingertips, "Get out!" Disdain! !

"Hey, I didn't mean that, I..." I didn't expect that Yu Daiyan would have such a big reaction with his indifferent glance. He was just surprised, and he wouldn't be sentenced to death immediately, right?

"I tell you to get out!!" Roared, followed by an uncontrollable panting, fake, all fake, no matter what uncle respect, they are only for the sake of master and senior brothers. I don't respect him as a waste, so he doesn't want to hear any explanations, no matter how much lies he tells, it's still lies!

"Third Master Uncle!" Gao Yao, the man in front of him whose face was rosy because of losing control of his emotions, was crazy but also fragile, what did he think of?The sadness in those charming eyes is so heavy that people are shocked.

"Get off! Get off!!!" Don't call him uncle, he is no longer a high-ranking uncle, he is a burden, a waste that is not even as good as a beggar!

"Uncle Third, calm down!" Grabbing Yu Daiyan's arm with both hands, he didn't want to be hurt by him, but he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt himself, but it was obvious that his "offending" behavior intensified Yu Daiyan's anger again.

"Let me go!" Raising his hand and waving his palm, a Wudang cotton palm with ten successful powers hit the opposite boy without even thinking about it. Can be offended!

Letting go of his hands and stepping sideways, Song Qingshu dodged the slap on his chest in embarrassment. He couldn't help but feel a little angry, turned around and gave Yu Daiyan a hard slap in the face, "Are you crazy enough!!"

Frozen, the light and crisp slap was like a knife, cutting off all Yu Daiyan's madness, staring blankly at the angry face of the boy opposite, it took a while before Yu Daiyan raised his hand to touch his swollen cheek, "Why..."

Raving, why did I lose control?Just a faint look in his eyes made him completely lose his mind. What about the self-control he was once proud of?Where did it go?I dare not imagine that I was yelling like a shrew just now, spreading my palms and burying my face deeply in them. I thought that year after year of despair would have worn away all the vigor in my heart, but Today... "Hehe..." Intermittent low laughter rang out, should he be thankful that he is still a person of flesh and blood?

Seeing that Yu Daiyan's emotions finally eased down, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was drenched in cold sweat.

"Third Master Uncle, have you given up on yourself?" He said slowly, seeing the person on the other side froze, licked his lips and continued, "For so many years, you have trapped yourself in a place where no one can touch you. Inside the shell, Grand Master Ren is heartbroken, and several senior uncles are anxious, you blame yourself, feel sorry for yourself, give up on yourself, and treat everyone who cares about you as an object of venting your anger, so, are you really happy?"

"Happy?" Huo Di raised his head, does he still have the right to be happy?Those two words are so far away.

"Since you are not happy, why don't you want to come out of your sadness? Look around you, besides a pair of legs, you have many other things that others envy. Think about the orphans and widows who are displaced in the world, think about eating a A full meal is a luxury for a miserable person, what else are you dissatisfied with?" He stepped forward and held Yu Daiyan's arm again, "A real man should be able to hold it and put it down, but he is just a man with a pair of legs and no hands. You can still wash your face, eat and go to the bathroom, what are you afraid of!"

"I..." Really?Is there really someone in the world who can stand up without losing his hands?That's right, I saw many people with missing hands and broken legs when I was wandering in the rivers and lakes. Aren't they still living well?What do you want them to do?

Staring blankly out of the window, scenes that he deliberately ignored over the past few years flashed through his mind quickly. After a long time, drops of clear tears rolled down his eyelids, moistening the skirt of his clothes little by little.

Well? ?Yu Daiyan actually cried?no? ?I just said two big truths, and I never thought of making people cry, "Well... the third uncle must be hungry, right? I'll go cook."

Throwing down the sentence in a hurry and turning around like flying, you are going to die, you are going to die, this stinky mouth, it is unforgivable to make a beauty cry, just give yourself a little smack, brat, let's see if you dare to talk too much in the future!

Behind him, the dazed man withdrew his gaze, and slowly smiled brightly as he watched the figure disappearing at the door, free and easy, elegant, warming the spring in the room.