I am wrong, I know I am wrong, please let go, your bones will almost break! "
Young Master Liu was lying on the ground and Wenren Yunshu was riding on him and holding him with his backhand. His wrists were already covered with traces of blood on Wenren Yunshu's lips. However, his force was no match for Wenren Yunshu. He couldn't break free even if he wanted to. Can't break free!
If a bitch like Song Qing saw the postures of Young Master Liu and Wenren Yunshu here, he would secretly give Young Master Liu a thumbs up!
"Master, this guy is a master. He seems to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he takes advantage of him!"
Indeed, the posture of the two at this moment is indeed a bit ambiguous, and can even be said to be unsightly and enviable to others!
"How dare you...don't dare to say...that I...my mother can't get married...is gone!"
"I don't dare anymore, I definitely don't dare anymore. Miss Wenren, if you have a lot of money, please let me go this time. It's all my bad mouth, and all my mistakes are my young master's fault!"
Hearing Young Master Liu's begging for mercy, Yun Shu also noticed that the posture at this moment was indeed a bit unsightly. He hurriedly let go of Young Master Liu's wrist and stood up from Young Master Liu!
Young Master Liu grinned and rubbed his wrist. Looking at the bloodshot wound on his wrist that had been bitten, he felt like crying. Fortunately, the wound this time was no different from the scars left in Dangyang Academy twice before. Difference!
If it hadn't happened suddenly, Young Master Liu would have thought that Wenren Yunshu, a little girl, measured him with a laser rangefinder before he raped him.
Young Master Liu blew cool air on the wound on his wrist and wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand. After a fierce 'fight', he became sober from the drunkenness!
Looking at Wenren Yunshu, who was sitting on the railing with his knees in his arms, his hair scattered covering half of his pretty face and his chin resting on his knees in silence, Mr. Liu sighed helplessly and drank some horse. I don’t know who I am anymore, why do I have to provoke Wenren Yunshu, a tigress, if I want to die?
"Miss Wenren, they say that a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands. You follow through..."
"Is this how you take care of me? Do you still remember what you promised grandpa?"
Before Liu Mingzhi finished his proud words, Wenren Yunshu quietly asked two questions, his tone was extremely flat, and there was no hint of joy, anger, sorrow or joy!
Liu Mingzhi was slightly startled and turned his head slightly to look at Wenren Yunshu, who was sitting on the railing with his knees crossed. He didn't know how to answer this sentence for a moment!
"Miss Wenren, I know..."
"Grandpa's life or death is uncertain. I don't know if I will see him again. It's been almost half a year. He has been doing things for a long time. I want to go back to Dangyang Academy!"
"It's so uncomfortable living under someone else's roof. Sister Yun, you laugh and laugh every day and spend your days leisurely with your children. Your life is so uncomfortable, but who knew that there is an unaccompanied and lonely woman hiding in the corner and envious of you? I’m watching your life!”
"Although my hometown is not in Dangyang Academy, after living in Dangyang Academy for so many years, I have long regarded it as my home. The capital is bustling with people and prosperity, and the streets are bustling with traffic every day, but yet Only Wenren Yunshu’s small body cannot be accommodated!”
"It has been many years since I left my hometown, and recently the people have been half-way. Only the mirror lake in front of the door, and the spring breeze has not changed the old waves. It has been eight years since I saw this poem from sister Zai Yun. I didn't understand this poem before The artistic conception in the poem, now I finally understand what it means that only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze will not change the old wave!"
"Aunt Wenren..."
"I really like Xiaoao Jianghu, a piece played by the piano and flute ensemble, but I don't like it so much that I go around asking people to teach me how to play the flute. In this precious place in the capital, the only people I know well are Sister Yun and you. Sister Yun is either busy with Chengzhi, Yaoyao and the other two's affairs every day. She is also busy with you, your wishful husband, and taking care of all the things in the house. She has no time to talk to me, a woman who depends on someone else. Let’s talk about what’s on our mind!”
"Liu Mingzhi, do you really think Wenren Yunshu likes to play the flute so much? In fact, I hate it. When I was in Dangyang Academy, except for my grandparents, there were very few people to talk to me. I could only play the flute and play music. When I arrived in the capital, I didn't like it anymore. That’s true, you know? A lonely person’s heart is really fragile, and the slightest thing may knock him to the ground, and he may not be able to get up from his fall!”
"Apart from Sister Yun, who else can I find besides getting along with you? I can explore Xiaoqu, but I am very lonely. What should I use to fill the loneliness of being without a friend!"
"No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me if the porridge is warm! Is this how you promised grandpa to take care of me? Liu Mingzhi!"
Liu Mingzhi stared in astonishment at Wenren Yunshu, who turned around and stared at him intently, speechless for a moment!
"I...I'm sorry! I didn't expect it to end up like this. I thought you lived very comfortably and carefree in my home. I'm really sorry. I ignored you in my home. The feeling of being alone and alone!"
Wenren Yunshu gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked around blankly: "I want to go back to Dangyang Academy. Grandpa is waiting for me there to honor him. I want to go home!"
"Miss Yunshu, if you return to Dangyang Academy now, the old man may not have gone back. The old man has personally handed you into my hands to take care of you. I can't let you go back to Jiangnan alone without seeing his people. I must fulfill my promise to the old man. This is my promise, and I am also responsible for your safety!"
"Responsible... Haha... Are you responsible for continuing to leave me alone and indifferent? How is this different from leaving me alone in Dangyang Academy?"
"No, I ignored your feelings before. I promise that I will never leave you alone and ignore you again. From now on, I will take two days out of every seven days to chat with you and talk about my concerns. You can talk about whatever you want until the old man returns safe and sound! Didn't I promise you ten things? I promise you that as long as you open your mouth, Liu Mingzhi will do these ten things, even if it means going through fire and water. Liu Mingzhi is Liu Mingzhi. Make up for my apology!"
Wenren Yunshu's tears that had just been wiped away started to flow down like rain again: "Do you know what my grandfather went to do? Can he really come back safe and sound? No matter what things he went to do in the past, he never I will be entrusted to others to take care of me, but this time I will be entrusted to you to take care of me, don’t you understand?”
Liu Mingzhi fell silent when he remembered the old man's resolute expression when he left Dangyang Academy!
"Miss Yun Shu, it's not that I can't think of it, but I don't want to think about it. In my heart, the old man is one of the few innate masters in the world. With one sword across the Dangyang Mountains, he frightened a group of seventh- and eighth-grade masters so that no one dared to touch him. As soon as I point out that the twelve flying immortals in Dunhuang have an innate master who can't defeat each other, I believe that the old man can come back, just like Yun'er believes that I will never let her down in this life. It's very blind, but I just believe it. The old man will return safely!"
"Grandpa, with a disciple like you, he can really die without regrets. See you at the pavilion!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Wenren Yunshu's back and murmured twice, then walked toward the inner courtyard with a gloomy expression.
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