I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 80 Long Years(30)

Jing Shen took it with a smile, turned around and got off the roof.

Mu Wanwan did not go down, she sat where Jing Shen had just sat and looked in that direction.

It is the gate of Wanyun Peak.

It is the only way for her to come back.

It seems that Jing Shen always gives her some small touches like this.

She looked down at the thin back in the mirror and suddenly realized.

Between her and Jing Shen, not only did she find support, but she also became Jing Shen's support.

She flew down and caught up with Jing Shen in a few steps.

"Master, when are you going to take care of your orchid field? I want to help you take care of your orchid field for the rest of my life."

Jing Shen took a bite of the fragrant pear cake and looked at Mu Wanwan: "A man should have the world in mind. How come you are so young and think about things that we old people do."

Mu Wanwan looked at this orchid field, and the peace and beauty in her heart overflowed.

"Because being by Master's side, watching flowers bloom and fall, and clouds rolling and relaxing is the most beautiful thing."

Jing Shen paused and tried to put the pastries into his mouth, but his hands began to feel overwhelmed. In the end, he could only sigh and put the pastries back into the food box.

The eyes he looked at Mu Wanwan were sad and distant.

"The good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. [1] Things that are too beautiful are destined not to last long." After saying this, Jing Shen seemed to suddenly come back to his senses. Mu Wanwan saw her wipe it on

There are tears in the corners of my eyes that don’t exist.

It seemed that after wiping it off, I realized that I couldn't shed tears. I could only smile softly and said: "Wanwan is still young, and there will be many beautiful days in the future."

After saying that, he handed the food box back to Mu Wanwan, turned around and walked away quickly.

Mu Wanwan probably guessed why Jing Shen was like this.

After careful consideration, he spoke: "Master, I am going to Qinglian Residence in the afternoon and I will definitely come back in the evening."

"Go!" Jing Shen's voice came out, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

Mu Wanwan placed the fragrant pear cake in front of Jingshen's door, and then took Chengyan to Qinglian Residence.

When I entered the door, I saw Feng Yuan wrapped in a big cloak and sitting on the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

When she came closer, she heard Feng Yuan say: "Uncle Third Master, have you done your coaxing?"

Mu Wanwan sat across from Feng Yuan. She originally thought that Feng Yuan was holding hot tea and reading some secret book, but she felt surprised after seeing it clearly.

Feng Yuan was holding a carving knife in his hand at the moment, and a circle of sawdust fell around him.

"What are you doing with the wood?" Mu Wanwan asked.

Feng Yuan raised his eyes to look at her and shook the embryonic rabbit in his hand: "Isn't this obvious?"

Mu Wanwan wanted to say something else, but Feng Yuan cut it off first.

"Aren't you here to talk about business?"

Mu Wanwan glanced at Feng Yuan, who was busy with carpentry work, and nodded: "Yes, yes!"

Feng Yuan kept moving his hands: "Then tell me!"

Mu Wanwan said helplessly: "Before the competition that day, did you know that Master Ming Zhao was reborn?"

Feng Yuan spoke calmly: "This is not something difficult to discover. In my memory, although Second Master Uncle is usually strict with his disciples, in the final analysis he is doing it for the sake of his disciples and will never make trouble unreasonably. But for me, his targeting

My sex is too strong. No matter whether I am doing well or not, he can always find out what is wrong with me and then take the opportunity to punish me. Although my master is the leader, he has a cowardly temper. Even if he feels something is wrong, it is hard to say anything.

The third uncle doesn't care about worldly affairs, the fourth uncle is wise in protecting himself, and occasionally the fifth uncle helps with a few words, and the second uncle is like a firecracker. If you look carefully, you will know that something is wrong. Although I had doubts before, I was not sure until Feng Yu's

The day Zhuxing was re-tempered, all the unreasonable things found their way out. Others don't know the 'domain', but I am very familiar with it."

Mu Wanwan thought about it and felt that it made sense. She could see it more or less when she came back from Fengyuan to receive the ordination. In the final analysis, she was still negligent.

After all, according to the character she wrote for Ming Zhao, it's not surprising that she would do such a thing.

For a man who was too righteous and stubbornly adhered to dogma, after he knew who the devil was and was reborn, it was really reasonable to think of killing Feng Yuan to avoid future troubles.

But he didn't expect that Feng Yuan would also be reborn.

He didn't expect that his radical approach would lead to him being imprisoned.

Mu Wanwan sighed:

"Then have you found any other reborn people?"

Feng Yuan's hand was carved with a knife.

But it started moving again in an instant.

"Why do you ask this?"

Mu Wanwan didn't realize it at all: "Since we have you and Mingzhao, it's not unusual to have one or two more. Let me just ask."

Feng Yuan smiled: "I don't know."

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment: "When did you learn wood carving?"

Feng Yuan finally raised his eyes and looked at her.

"A long, long time ago. At that time, I always cut my hands. That's all. Most of the time when I look at the carved things, I feel sad because they don't look like them at all. Later, my hands were covered with calluses. A new wound was added to the wound. It went through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and several rounds of cold and heat, and finally the shape was carved out. Now looking at my unwounded hand, holding a carving knife to carve such a familiar object, I am still a little unaccustomed to it. .”

Mu Wanwan said nothing, and Feng Yuan was happy and at ease.

In the huge yard, only the sounds of files and carving knives were made alternately on the wood.

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

Mu Wanwan was wearing Feng Yuan's big cloak. She turned around and looked around, but saw no one from Feng Yuan.

Only the slightly finer rabbit on the short table can be seen.

Mu Wanwan tightened her cloak and stood by the pavilion.

At this time of year, there was still a chill on the waterside. Mu Wanwan looked at the lotus flowers all over the lake and was stunned.

Then Feng Yuan burst into sight dressed in white.

He was holding a small jar of rouge in his hand, and the brush handle between his fingers made his knuckles even brighter.

He didn't walk fast, but he was carrying the wind, and every inch of his clothes showed the most perfect arc, like an immortal walking on the clouds.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but think of a sentence she had seen to describe a beauty——

‘It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and it flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind.’ [2]

Fengyuan was obviously a man, and the person who spoke these words was obviously a concubine and a fairy.

They didn't match each other at first, but Mu Wanwan somehow found it suitable.

It even feels like it’s not enough.

"woke up?"

Feng Yuan lifted up his robe again and sat down, putting the tools in his hands aside.

Mu Wanwan sat opposite him: "Why didn't you call me?"

Fengyuan picked up the carving knife again and carved it carefully bit by bit.

"You sleep so soundly, I can't bear to scream."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan carefully: "Why is your face paler again?"

Feng Yuan endured the severe pain in his chest: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little cold."

Mu Wanwan put her coat back on him.

"You should dress well! I'll go back first."

Feng Yuan said: "Okay."

Mu Wanwan took two steps and asked again: "How long do you want to go?"

Feng Yuan looked at it: "It should be around midnight."

Mu Wanwan said: "Go back to the house early."

Feng Yuan smiled: "Okay."

[1] Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Jian Jian Yin": "Most good things are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and colored glaze is brittle." It means that beautiful things in the world are easy to be damaged or disappear, just like colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and utensils made of colored glaze are easy to disperse. Easy to break.

[2] "As if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like snow in the flowing wind" comes from Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", which can be literally translated as: moving and still as if there is nothing, like thin clouds gently covering the bright moon, the image The drifting snowflakes are like whirling snowflakes blown by the flowing wind, which is a description of the appearance of a deity named Mi Fei in Luoshui, which means very beautiful.

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