[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

Since the encirclement and suppression of mass graves, there has been very little contact between the aristocratic families, and the Gusu Lan family has not held an audition for more than ten years, but there are still many juniors who come here to attend classes with the disciples of the Lan family. The little friend Jin Ling brought by Jin Guangyao.

Holding a white jade ruler in her hand, Wen Miaomiao walked back and forth in front of rows of young disciples whose eyes were full of eagerness to study, "Then today, let's talk about the development history of each family."

Jin Ling's eyes were full of disdain, "Why is she speaking today, isn't it Hanguang-jun's class? It made me wake up early."

Jingyi rested her chin and looked tired, "Don't mention it, I did the lesson plan for her last night, and I stayed up till midnight. She likes to take this kind of class. If she wants to, will Hanguang-jun say no?"

That's right...No one in the world knows that Hanguang-jun is the one who protects Wen Miaomiao the most, and he is blind to everything...

"Jin Ling! Stand up!" Wen Miaomiao patted the table with her white jade ruler, looking like a gentleman, "Come, come, please tell the story of your Jin family."

Jin Ling stood up helplessly, "Our family's reputation is not very good. We have to change into ordinary clothes when we go out to eat, otherwise we may be kicked out. My little uncle and I have been kicked out... six times... um ...six times."

The other little disciples looked embarrassed... This kid is really sincere...

Wen Miaomiao was a little sympathetic for a moment, "Okay, okay, sit down, think about it, and read this paragraph."

Jingyi gave him a thumbs up, "Jin Ling, you can bend and stretch, I admire you."

"Oh, so what should I do? My eldest uncle divorced her before. She is so narrow-minded, how could she let me go if it wasn't miserable... Sigh..."

After class, Wen Miaomiao grabbed him again, "Little Jinling, come here, come here, hurry up, come here!"

"What...what are you doing..."

"Where is the white sugar cake that your mother brought me! Why didn't I see you take it out! Did you steal it!"

"I, I, I..." Jin Ling was a little timid, "I couldn't hold back...but the lotus root pork rib soup made by my mother is still there... By the way, there are also dried fish, I'll bring it to you!"

Lotus root pork ribs soup...

Dried fish...

Wen Miaomiao began to receive the sound hoarsely in her head.

"Do you miss me or your little dried fish?"

"Little brother, you eat!"

"Hey, I'll take you to catch fish after copying."

Jin Ling brought food happily, and mysteriously took out a kit from his bosom, "I'll show you something, I found it in Yunmeng's study."

Wen Miaomiao took out a piece of paper from inside, unfolded it, and it was a painting. In the painting, a man and a woman looked at each other with a smile on their face. There were lotus flowers blooming in the pond, and there were dragonflies on the petals.

The voice circled back and forth in his head, Wen Miaomiao scratched his head.

"Good painting! Thank you, old man!"

"No thanks, no thanks, one tael of silver. If the young master doesn't want it, forget it. I'm still in a hurry."

"Okay...I want I want..."

Wen Miaomiao really couldn't get rid of these voices, and hurriedly shouted: "Jin Ling...I..."

Jin Ling was serving the soup, when he dropped everything in his hands with a "crash", he quickly caught Wen Miaomiao, "What's wrong? Why are you dizzy!" Jin Ling wanted to cry without tears, "Mother! What should I do? I don't want to make her angry, I just made her faint, just a piece of white sugar cake! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

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The voice in sleep was both familiar and unfamiliar, "Wen Miaomiao, I finally found you."

It was the sound of the system...Memories came rushing in like a howling tide, and she finally...woke up...completely.

Wen Miaomiao sat up from the bed at once, looked around, slowly curled up her legs and hugged herself, she buried her head on her knees, tears dripped on the quilt.

The last sentence of the system, "Congratulations, now open your point welfare bureau."

When Lan Wangji arrived in a hurry, Wen Miaomiao was sitting at the table, looking at the painting she and Wei Wuxian had drawn together, on which was a big meat bun with the words "Miaomiao Bakery", next to it There were Wei Wuxian, her, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, Wen Ning, Nie Huaisang, and Lan Zhan who was stepping on a banana peel, and Lan Qiren was holding a ruler on top.

Wen Miaomiao put the painting on the table and spread it evenly, "Lan Zhan, I brought this painting back from the library. I read it for 13 years, and I didn't understand it until today..."

Lan Wangji put down his sword, knelt down beside her, and held her in his arms, "Jiang Cheng and I are still looking for him, don't be sad."

In the early morning of the second day, Wen Miaomiao caught Si Zhui's morning exercise, "Stop practicing, bring your sword, piano, and food, aunt will take you to go hunting at night."

"Ah? Are you in such a hurry?"

Jin Ling and Jing Yi hurried over, "I'm going too, I'm going too."

Wen Miaomiao was full of aura, "Go to class honestly, when your academic performance exceeds Si Zhui, I will take you out again!"

"Old...old lady...Jingyi...she is so fierce..."

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While walking, Wen Miaomiao rummaged through the small bag SiZhui was carrying, and took out a large pancake, "SiZhui, do you usually eat these things when you go out for night hunting?"

"No, we usually go to town to eat."

Wen Miaomiao became angry, "That is to say, I eat cabbage and radishes in Yunshen on weekdays, and you go out to eat out! Is this something people do!"

SiZhui hurriedly changed the subject, "That...Aunt Miaomiao, where are we going to go hunting?"

"Go to Qishan."

In the evening, the two swordsmen stopped in front of the city gate of Qicheng. The gate was closed tightly, and it was no longer surrounded by green plants as before.

Wen Miaomiao pointed to the land at the gate of the city, "Wen Xu, the eldest son of the Wen family, is also your uncle, he died here in order to protect the people of Qi City, Si Zhui, you have to remember."

"Well, SiZhui, please remember."

Wen Miaomiao pushed the gate of the city, but did not push it, so Si Zhui also extended his hands to push the gate, still motionless.

"Don't bother, there is a seal."

Wen Miaomiao pulled it out casually, and before she could cast the spell, the sword flew out of her hand, drew a talisman in the air, and hit the city gate.

"Little brother..." It seems that this seal was left to her by Wei Wuxian, why...

The city gate opened slowly, Wen Miaomiao and Si Zhui looked up and looked in, the city was full of people coming and going, a bustling scene.

"This is!" Wen Miaomiao hurriedly ran in, when a disciple guarding the city saw her, "Miss! You are back!"

"You! How could..." Wen Miaomiao's eyes were wet, she stood in the city and looked around, nothing had changed, the bun shop on the corner of the street was still there, emitting a tempting aroma.

She cried and held back SiZhui, "Did you see SiZhui? Did you see it?"

They walked in Qicheng, and everything here was so familiar.

"Hello Miss."

"Miss, you are back."

"Miss, come in if you want something to eat!"

Wen Miaomiao wept as she walked, she thought it was like a dream, she dared not answer, for fear that with a single sound, the bubble would burst.

"Miaomiao! Come here!"

Turning back, Wen Miaomiao saw that it was the old uncle of Miaomiao Bakery, who couldn't bear it any longer, she cried out, "What's going on, Uncle, why are you here, what's the matter, why are you all here. ..”

He took out a Roujiamo and handed it to her, "Try it, has the taste changed? Come, A Yuan, you have one too."

"Miss, miss!" Wen Miaomiao turned her head, it was Bi Cao, she happily jumped over with her bun on her arm, "Miss, you are back, I just heard them talking about it, I still don't believe it."

Wen Miaomiao hugged her, "Bicao, you are here, you..." She found that Bi Cao was cold all over, and there was a dark red Shura seal on her neck. Wen Miaomiao was not afraid, she reached out to touch, "Bicao ,This is..."

Bi Cao waved her hand indifferently: "Oh, it's okay, except for being a little ugly, it doesn't matter."

Almost everyone in the city has them, but their appearance and actions are no different from ordinary people.

Bicao took Wen Miaomiao's hand, "My husband and I opened a tailor shop in the street behind, miss, if you have nothing to do, come and pick out clothes, I made them myself, they look pretty." She stretched out her hands and squeezed SiZhui face, "And our little Ayuan, who has grown so big."

Sizhui is also very happy, his eyes are red like a rabbit, and he smiles a little shyly.

"Miss, go to the mountain to see the suzerain, he must be very happy to see you."

Wen Miaomiao almost jumped up, "Is my father? My father is there too?"

"Yes, go quickly, miss."

Wen Miaomiao ran up the mountain in one breath, and disciples kept saluting and saying hello to her. Her heart was beating non-stop, and she gradually believed that all of this was true.

Wen Ruohan was really sitting in the hall, flipping through the book like many years ago, but his eyes didn't seem to be that good, and when he looked at it, he had to hold the book farther away.

"father!"

Wen Ruohan raised his head, stood up happily, and waved to her as before, "Miao Miao? Come on, come and sit here with Dad."

Wen Miaomiao ran over and threw herself into Wen Ruohan's arms, "Dad! It's really you! You're really here! Dad, I miss you so much..."

Wen Ruohan patted her on the back, "Okay, okay, don't cry, you are grown up, didn't daddy say that you are just going to travel far away, of course you will come back after traveling far away."

"Father, you are old enough to lie to children."

Wen Ruohan laughed at her, "You are not a child anymore, A Yuan is a child, come on, A Yuan, come here and show grandpa."

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It was getting dark quickly, and Qicheng and Qishan were bustling with lights, and it was really as quiet and beautiful as it was so many years ago.

Warmth and Wen Miaomiao are enjoying the moon on the deck chair next to the medicine garden, the moonlight shines down, gentle and harmonious.

While thinking tenderly, she said: "When you lost your memory back then, you always pestered me to ask Wei Wuxian what he was up to all day and why he didn't accompany you. After holding it back for 13 years, now I can finally tell you that he was collecting The spiritual consciousness, the spiritual consciousness of everyone on Qishan Mountain, he put it up little by little and offered it in the ancestral hall."

Wen Miaomiao recalled his pale face at that time, and she didn't know anything about Dan's weakness just after the operation.

Warmth continued: "In the three years since Wei Wuxian came back, he has been studying all kinds of walking corpses and living corpses every day. He wants to rebuild a Qishan Mountain for you, afraid that you will remember everything one day and become homeless. It's time to go home."

"Ah."

"Miaomiao, are you crying?"

Wen Miaomiao turned aside, her voice muffled, "It's not shameful to cry."

"If the spiritual consciousness is preserved, the body will not rot. Look at everyone, although they are cold, they are no different from ordinary people. Each of them has spent a lot of effort on Wei Wuxian. Wen Chao and I are very tired looking at it, but he Persisted, Miaomiao, he really loves you, you have a good eye for choosing a husband. Later, those Xuanmen families who coveted the Wen family were all wiped out by him, and he drove us back to Qishan, but jumped off the cliff by himself In the end, he didn't look for you either."

Wen Miaomiao curled up on the recliner, this night was just like every night in Qishan, waking up from a dream, home is still there, it's great.Her little brother gave her a home with his own hands, and she was filled with joy and love.

"Sister, I'll get him back, soon."