Chapter 3909 — T020 Double Eleven Special Chapter 7: At Our Age, We Are All Smart People
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Lin Dongfang turned around. At the sight of the newcomer's face, he was struck dumb with shock. "Xiao... Xiao Qing!"
Time froze in that instant. The two gazed at each other and for a long while said nothing. And this uninvited guest was none other than Aunt Qing.
Back then, Lin Dongfang and Xiao Qing had met and come to know each other in the Ice Palace, and Xiao Qing had fallen for him at first sight. Yet Lin Dongfang, because of his peculiar circumstances, was fated never to remain in the Ice Palace. In the end he could only refuse this beauty and tell her that he had to go on a very long mission—asking not that they stay together, only that they forget each other in the wide world.
In the blink of an eye, many years had passed. Aunt Qing remained in the Ice Palace, yet her heart never for a moment ceased to dwell on the man who haunted her dreams. She asked everywhere, exhausted her wits, tried every means, and never let slip a single chance to find Lin Dongfang—yet time and again she came up empty, time and again she was disappointed, and still there was no word of him at all.
It was not until she saw the photograph of Wei Zhao and Lin Dongfang together that she finally learned where Lin Dongfang was. So she had come—come without a second thought.
The two looked at each other for a long while. Aunt Qing's face was already streaked with tears, and Lin Dongfang's old eyes brimmed over as well. His heart, once as still as an old well, was stirred once more by Aunt Qing's arrival into ripples that made the heart drunk.
In the end, a thousand words came down to one. Lin Dongfang smiled faintly. "You came."
"I came." Aunt Qing nodded firmly and stepped forward to gently take Lin Dongfang's hand. There were no sentimental, cloying words—between her and Lin Dongfang, such things were no longer needed.
Though they had not met for many years, at this moment of reunion there was not the slightest sense of strangeness or distance between them. Rather, they were like an old married couple who had lived together for decades—in perfect unspoken accord, in harmony.
It gave one the feeling that Aunt Qing had been the mistress of this house all these years, and had merely stepped out for a stroll, and now returned to wash Lin Dongfang's clothes and cook his meals—everything so natural, so ordinary.
"Wei Zhao has gone to Cloud Terrace Island now, and I hear all those wives of his, his inheritances, have fallen into a coma. As his grandfather, aren't you going to show some concern?" Several days later, after their secluded days of warmth, Aunt Qing suddenly spoke up.
Over these few days she had become the true mistress of the house, living as an old couple leaning on each other with Lin Dongfang. That feeling of growing old together made her heart drunk—yet she could not forget the affairs of the outside world.
Unlike the isolated village of West Star Mountain, Aunt Qing, before she came here, had always kept her ear to the ground about what happened in the world of cultivation.
Now Wei Zhao had gone to Cloud Terrace Island, while his women lay in a coma. It was said that a whole retinue of underlings guarded them, but Aunt Qing could not quite set her mind at ease. After all, that fellow Wei Zhao truly deserved the name of one who made enemies on all sides; even with many underlings, an accident was still quite possible.
Hearing this, Lin Dongfang reached out and smoothed Aunt Qing's hair, smiling gently. "Truth be told, after so many years in seclusion here, I have long wanted to go out and take a good walk about. Especially with the boy having made such a name for himself and incurred so many debts of the heart—did you think I truly did not care at all? The trouble is, the Power-God Gu in my body is in conflict, and I cannot leave the spirit spring water here."