I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 338 Talk after the book (1)

Author: Lou Wan

Ah Xuan died quietly in the small nest built for him by Song Zhujun in the afternoon after Song Zhujun got the letter.

Although Song Zhujun had expected it, when she came back and saw it, she was still heartbroken. But she didn't know why, she just felt as numb as the relief at the mountain gate.

Thinking like this, she felt like she couldn't breathe for a moment, and then she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

When Jiang Yingxi came to call Song Zhujun to attend Mu Wanwan's funeral, she found that Song Zhujun had fainted.

When she woke up again, Mu Wanwan's funeral had ended. Jiang Yingsi opened the door and walked in, covered in night dew.

The dark cabin suddenly became very bright because of the candles lit by Jiang Yingsi, but Song Zhujun didn't seem to notice it. He just stared at the small den where A Xuan lived before and spoke numbly.

"Where's A Xuan?"

Jiang Yingsi took off her damp robe, walked to the bed and hugged her.

"Axuan was taken by me to put it together with Junior Sister Mu's clothes. Now we are in Qianyin Palace. I think if you were awake, you would do the same thing."

Jiang Yingsi's voice is like a cool stream in summer or a warm stove in winter.

The stiffness in Song Zhujun's body was dissolved.

"I went to Wanwan's house and only got a letter. At that time, I said goodbye to her and went back to Wangbuliuxing.

You also know that due to the situation I was in at Wangbuliuxing, coupled with my young age, I didn’t think about anything and plunged headlong into the world.

I have seen so many scenery in this world, and also seen so many sorrows in this world. There are many things that no one can talk to, so I wrote a letter and sent Wooden Owl to take it to Wanwan.

Maybe it's because my return date is uncertain, or maybe I don't have a fixed place to live, but anyway, I never received a reply from Wanwan.

But when I arrived at her house, I saw the letters she had written but not sent. The latest one was sent to her on the eve of the Fairy Gate Conference. There were dots of blood on it. Just thinking about me

I feel a dull pain in my heart.”

With that said, Song Zhujun took out the mottled letter manuscript from his arms.

"Zhan Xinjia, when I saw you saying that the people of Luoyun were hungry, I couldn't bear it but there was nothing I could do about it, I was also heartbroken.

But this is how things in this world are. Most of life is when you are powerless, so you don’t have to feel sorry for them. After all, your abilities are limited. Just do the things in front of you and live up to your conscience.

Don’t forget to eat because of this, take good care of yourself.”

"Zhan Xinjia. Today I saw you say that the scenery of Qingzuo Mountain is particularly beautiful. Compared with Wang Buliuxing's fine brushwork landscape, Qingzuo Mountain is more like an ink painting. I am very yearning for it. It would be great if I went out with you."

"Zhan Xinjia, this letter comes just in time, it's New Year's Eve. Today, my brothers and I burned the fireworks talisman Fu Huaiying gave me. It's really beautiful. If I had known, I should have shared some with you.

Yesterday I got very drunk with them, and I heard Xiao Fengyu calling your name. Everyone misses you very much.

I wonder if you had a good New Year's Eve outside and if you were very tired. It's cold, so remember to eat more."

"Zhan Xinjia. A few new swallows came to the rafters today. I wonder if they flew over from Parrot Island.

Last time I heard you say that you were still at the free clinic at Parrot Island, I was thinking that spring is here, Parrot Island should be very beautiful, and we must go there together in the future."

"Zhan Xinjia..."

"..."

"Zhan Xinjia. I know that it would be irresponsible for you to put everything on your head. But Mr. Zhu, this is the path you must take.

If possible, I really wish I had never chosen you to be the heroine, so that you could live a life of prosperity and happiness like ordinary people, without having to have such a miserable first half of your life.

By the way, you have to say sorry to them all. I already have a premonition of the path I will choose, but I can't say goodbye to you now.

I just want to say sorry here, and I hope you can convey this feeling to everyone.

Mr. Zhu, even if the sun falls in the sky, it will still rise the next day. Just think of me as the sun that fell yesterday.

You are the moonlight, the eternal moonlight, you will illuminate the world."

After Jiang Yingxi read Mu Wanwan's letter, there was no sadness in her heart. Instead, she felt that her fettered heart was suddenly let go.

"You are like this too, right? You are also letting go, aren't you?

Everyone thinks that she prefers me the most. In fact, she prefers everyone, but she just puts me on the bright side.

But I don’t feel any resentment. People may spend their whole lives waiting for their gods to turn back, but I not only waited for the gods to turn around, but also waited for the gods’ most blatant love.”

Jiang Yingxi patted Song Zhujun on the back.

"Cry if you want, why do you have to endure it in front of me?"

The man in his arms finally trembled, his cries became louder, and his voice became louder as well.

"How can it be that easy? When I didn't know she was the Creator, she was controlling my life. When I knew, she was still controlling my life. I hated her decision to ignore my thoughts, but I also hated her.

Can't get up.

And Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan originally had to take a risky move. But because I was reluctant to kill her, I gave Chanyuan an opportunity to take advantage of it, so I took that risky move. Even Ah Xuan was willing to kill her.

All the spiritual power of my demon race was transferred to the heart leaf, allowing me to use the restraint method, but it is so good, so cute, so alive..."

Jiang Yingsi followed her hair, listened to her accusation, and let Song Zhujun's tears soak his shoulders.

After Song Zhujun regained consciousness, he went to the Qianyin Palace. The Qianyin Palace was still the same as before, with dark clouds and snow falling in June.

"Wanwan, I have to walk in this world again. I don't know if you will be happy to hear it. And Ah Xuan, I can't worry about him. Please take good care of him and don't let him get hurt again."

In March, when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying, Song Zhujun took Jiang Yingsi's arm and went down the mountain again.

Passion fruit finally comes for free this time.

"Master, my disciple is unworthy and cannot always be by your side. Master, please don't blame me."

Passion fruit smiles softly.

"You are the one who underestimated Master. Even if your weapons are completed and your soul is restored to its original state, you may not live as long as I do!"

This is true. After all, Song Zhujun heard the rumors in the third or fourth year after he left Taiyan Palace.

Rumor has it that the senior Passion Fruit became an immortal.

Song Zhujun just smiled after hearing this, which was the best.

She has her lover by her side, and she doesn’t have to worry about her relatives and friends who are far away.

The sound of chopsticks clinking with bowls brought Song Zhujun back from his thoughts.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yingsi put coriander in Song Zhujun's bowl and spoke calmly.

"Don't you like to eat this? I won't eat it, so I'll give it to you."

Song Zhujun also laughed.

"I don't know who it is. When I didn't waste food, I ate everything. Now why do I pick everything?"

"You said it, do what you want to do, we only have this life. After all, who will know whom in the next life?"

"I still know you, I only know you."

Jiang Yingsi was stunned, and Song Zhujun laughed happily.

Later, everyone in the world knew that the miracle doctor was accompanied by a man without a left arm.

For a man without a left arm, the girl next to him is a miracle doctor.