I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 36 Trip to Lanying (1) [Additional update]

Song Zhujun's voice slowly entered my ears like the sound of gentle water: "I know you were lying when you said you asked me to protect you. You faced that kind of situation so calmly, how could you need me? You just want to give me the courage to let me protect you."

I have an excuse that won’t be criticized by anyone. You also know that I was sad just now, so you made fun of me to make me happy. No one has ever treated me like this, and no one cares how I got to this point. You

It's the first one. Wanwan, I really like you."

When she finished speaking and turned around, she found that Mu Wanwan had fallen asleep.

Song Zhujun didn't think anything was wrong. When the acupuncture time was up, he gently opened the door and walked out.

When Mu Wanwan heard Song Zhujun start to express his emotions, she realized something was wrong and quickly pretended to be asleep. She really couldn't stand others expressing their true feelings to her.

I just didn't expect that I would actually fall asleep as soon as I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was already evening.

There was also a faint light burning in the room.

The rain outside didn't stop.

Mu Wanwan walked to the window, opened it and let the rain and wind blow into the house.

She looked at the rain hitting the leaves and listened to the sound of "ta-ta-ta-ta", feeling extremely relieved.

She didn't like rain when she was young. Rain at that time meant disaster to her.

They were water shoes that didn't fit her feet, didn't look good and would be ridiculed by others, and were muddy roads that would make her slip if she wasn't careful. She didn't care to hear how the leaves danced on such a rainy day, she only smelled the fishy smell of mud.

As she gets older, she doesn't like rain anymore. Rain makes her feel annoyed. She can't explain exactly why.

It wasn't until she graduated from college that she slowly began to love rainy days.

Because in the noisy world, she could no longer find anything that could truly calm her. But she could find peace and a rare deep sleep in the sound of rain.

The door creaked. Mu Wanwan listened to the footsteps approaching slowly and said, "Feng Yuan, you didn't knock on the door."

Feng Yuan stood beside her, and Mu Wanwan clearly felt that less rain fell on her body.

"I'm here to listen to the rain too."

Mu Wanwan didn't speak anymore, just looked out the window quietly.

"I don't know how long this rainy season will last."

Mu Wanwan heard Feng Yuan speak.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she actually felt that this sentence was different from the previous firmness, and there was also a vague sense of sadness.

"No matter how long it takes, the extermination of this water ghost will be delayed anyway."

Feng Yuan looked at her: "Yes."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Mu Wanwan and just looked out the window at the boundless night.

"From here on, I will follow the path you arranged for me, right?"

Mu Wanwan lowered her eyes, covering her emotions.

"Yes. Start from here."

Feng Yuan seemed to finally be relieved and smiled: "Don't worry, I will follow the path you arranged for me." After a pause, he said again: "We are finally back on our own tracks. Congratulations.

Then Mu Wanwan saw Feng Yuan bending down. After taking a closer look, Mu Wanwan realized that it was an insect that could not be named.

Feng Yuan put it on the palm of his hand: "Sometimes I envy bugs. Some of them live and die, some are mediocre, some are diligent, and some can turn into cocoons and become butterflies. But I

No, I have had my own life since I was born. No matter how I try to change it, it won’t help, but when I don’t change, you saw me.”

Mu Wanwan watched him wrap the insects with magic and send them to the leaves.

"Everyone has their own trajectory, you just follow your own trajectory."

Feng Yuan looked at the insect in trance: "I already know my own trajectory. Isn't it a little too cruel to follow the path that is destined to lead to death?"

Mu Wanwan's expression remained unchanged: "But you are the only person in this world who has no heart, no heart, no desires, no worries. I am not cruel to you. On the contrary, I think this is the mercy I give you."

Feng Yuan turned around and walked out of the door, and the sound of closing the door was heard.

What followed was what Feng Yuan said.

"You are just extremely cruel to me, I already knew it."

Mu Wanwan stood in front of the window until midnight.

Early the next morning, the sun finally came out in Lanying, which had been raining for nearly half a month.

Mu Wanwan had difficulty moving, so she stopped showing off. Fortunately, she didn't seek death or cause trouble to others, so she stayed in the inn.

And for some reason, she believed in Feng Yuan.

As long as Feng Yuan is willing to follow the original plot, there won't be any big problem.

It's just that imagination is always beautiful, but reality is not.

For example, at this moment, Mu Wanwan looked at the extra people in the room and fell into deep thought.

"Aren't you going to inquire about the news? Why didn't you go?"

Feng Yuan's hand paused when he picked up the tea cup, neither picking it up nor putting it down.

"I want to go too, I also want to find an excuse to reveal the news, and I also want to finish the plot as quickly as possible. But your decent people obviously won't allow it."

Mu Wanwan wondered: "What's not allowed? Why don't they allow it?"

Feng Yuan was helpless: "I am also a wounded person. They said I should take good care of myself."

Mu Wanwan nodded.

In other words, it is not only the villain who knows the truth that prevents this book from developing on the right track, but also her own dear and decent people.

In fact, we don’t need to take too much care of the villains.

Mu Wanwan was still thinking about how to reach a consensus with her upright person, but Feng Yuan had already said with a pale face: "Do you want to go out to find out the news?"

Mu Wanwan looked at her: "What else don't you know? Didn't you already know everything you should know last time?"

Feng Yuan said indifferently: "That being said, what's the harm in going to listen to the story?"

Mu Wanwan glanced at him: "Okay."

Having agreed, he no longer hesitated, but Feng Yuan lingered in the front hall of the inn for a while.

It's good that the sun is out, and it's really good to go for a walk, but Fengyuan is a bit too exaggerated.

Just a few steps out of the inn door, Mu Wanwan saw several people stuffing handkerchiefs for him.

"You are really popular."

Feng Yuan said helplessly: "This is why I never smile when I go out."

Mu Wanwan said: "If you laughed, you might be killed now."

Feng Yuan smiled: "What do you think of death? How could it be so exaggerated?"

Mu Wanwan limped and struggled to keep up with Feng Yuan: "How could it not be? Have you ever heard of Wei Jie? He was regarded to death by others because he was so good-looking and weak."

Feng Yuan slowed down and spoke calmly: "That's because he is not in good health."

Mu Wanwan said nonchalantly: "It's actually quite normal for someone to be looked down upon for being good-looking."

After hearing this, Feng Yuan thought for a moment.

"Then let me try it as you wish."

Before Mu Wanwan had time to stop him, Feng Yuan flew out with a smile.

Feng Yuan was already beautiful, and now her smile was the icing on the cake.

Seeing a group of people gathering around, Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan and sighed.

"It's not necessary, it's really unnecessary."

Feng Yuan didn't care what Mu Wanwan said. Looking at the people gathered around him, he stretched out his hand and held Mu Wanwan in his arms.

Mu Wanwan was caught off guard by Feng Yuan. She watched Feng Yuan holding her up and down in the crowd. The smile on her lips became more and more obvious, and Mu Wanwan felt that her heart obviously skipped a beat.

(End of chapter)