PFC Chapter 146 Willow catkins rise in the woods in spring, and are blown down by the gentle breeze and
Chapter 146 Willow catkins rise in the woods in spring, and are blown down by the gentle breeze and
Wei Yuyun was about to bow when he was caught off guard by the tone. He remembered that his master always spoke to him like this when he was unhappy. Why had he mistakenly believed that his master was kind to him before?
Maybe he really fell into Rong Xin's magic.
"Master."
The two saluted.
"You've come at the right time. This is the talisman I compiled. I'll teach you first, and then teach other disciples when you're proficient. I'm going to go into seclusion in a few days, so time is running out, so hurry up." Jiang Sihan lowered his head and began to pack up the things on the desk, not seeming to be in a hurry at all.
Now he was afraid of wasting time even to investigate. If he didn't retreat to consolidate his cultivation, he would really get into trouble.
Zhou Jingyue tugged at his senior brother's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, Master doesn't seem to be worried about Master's wife at all."
Not only was I not worried, I had completely forgotten that such a person existed.
"Master." Wei Yuyun reached back with his right hand to touch the jade harrier flute tucked behind his waist. He didn't dare take it out yet. He hoped that Master still cared about Master's Wife, that there was still a chance to salvage everything.
"Master's wife was thrown into solitary confinement by the sect leader. Did you know about this?" Wei Yuyun asked this question out of curiosity. How could the master not know about this?
An Tao came to inform us, and it caused a big commotion.
Hearing this, Jiang Sihan paused while washing his brush, then said nonchalantly, "What's there to worry about? If he really did harm Senior Brother Rong, he deserves to be thrown into solitary confinement. If not, the Sect Master will release him after finding out the truth. What's there to worry about? It's useless."
Such indifference made Wei Yuyun feel frightened. Logically speaking, the master should not treat his mistress like this.
In the past, the master was not very close to other disciples, but he was the most gentle and considerate to the master's wife.
Why did Master become like this?
"Master." Wei Yuyun took two steps forward, holding Master's hand as he washed the brush. He wanted to confirm again, and asked, "Master, do you really not care about Master's Wife?"
"care?"
Jiang Sihan pulled his hand back and placed the cleaned pen on the pen holder. Seeing Wei Yuyun standing before him, seemingly determined to get an answer, he sneered, "If she doesn't care about me, why should I care about her? Everything she does is an insult to me, embarrassing me in front of everyone. Does she ever care about my reputation?"
"Master, you never care whether my mistress makes a fool of herself or not. You have called her a waste in front of your disciples many times and you only deal with these trivial matters. Have you forgotten too?" Wei Yuyun withdrew his hand.
He didn't know why his master and his mistress had come to such a point where they hated each other, but he could clearly see the affection they had for each other in the past.
Why is Master so indifferent now?
"She's just trash." Jiang Sihan didn't want to mention that name anymore, and said coldly, "If you say something like that in front of me again, you won't have to learn anything."
Zhou Jingyue stepped forward, wanting to explain something, but was stopped by his senior brother. He looked at his senior brother suspiciously, and seeing him shaking his head with a look of heartache, he also felt a pang of pain in his heart, and lowered his head to retreat back to his original position.
"Master." Wei Yuyun pulled out the jade harrier flute from his back. He felt a little reluctant to part with it, as it was something his master's wife had used. He fondly stroked the jade flute.
In fact, what the master's wife said was right, this thing is no longer useful. The love is gone, and only this token of love is left, which is a mockery.
"What's going on?" Jiang Sihan looked up, startled slightly when he saw the flute. Shock flashed in his eyes, then he calmed down, his expression as cold and indifferent as before.
"Master's wife said that this was a token of love between Master and Master's wife. Since you two are no longer together, you shouldn't keep it." Wei Yuyun presented it respectfully.
"Master, we still hope that you and your wife will reconcile. Although your wife has never drunk the tea we offered her, she has always treated us as her own children. We all came to the mountains when we were young, and it is because of your wife's love that we are not like wild children. You and your wife both hold us in high regard."
Wei Yuyun still wanted to fight for it, even though he was desperate.
He could sense that his master really didn't love his mistress anymore. He looked at her with such indifference, not as a stranger, but as an enemy.
"Master, do you really have no feelings for Master's Wife?"
"I'd completely forgotten about this." Jiang Sihan took the Jade Harrier Flute with a disinterested hand, glanced at it casually, and placed it on the table. He lowered his head and continued to pack his things. He said casually, "It's late today. Come back tomorrow. I'll teach you tomorrow. Once you've mastered it, I'll go into seclusion. Go back and rest."
Jiang Sihan couldn't wait to drive them away.
Wei Yuyun said nothing, just bowed and stepped back, closing the door before leaving.
Hearing the door close, Jiang Sihan lowered his head and continued to collect the talisman papers. However, these talisman papers were really annoying. No matter how he put them away, they would fly out again.
"Why are you always like this?"
On the verge of a temper, Jiang Sihan suddenly heard a familiar voice. He looked up suddenly and saw Lin Xuxi standing beside him, dressed in a flowing purple palace dress, smiling helplessly.
"These talismans need to be folded and put away carefully. Don't set a bad example for the disciples." Lin Xuxi leaned in closer, gently grasping the other's dry palm, and said with a smile, "If you have any complaints, I can help you with anything."
Jiang Sihan stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared, then lowered his head to look at the jade hand covering the back of his hand. He couldn't help but cover her hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Xi'er, your hand is warm."
It's warm, like the real thing.
"Of course I'm real. How could I be fake?" Lin Xuxi smiled and leaned on Jiang Sihan's shoulder, comforting him, "Do you still remember the Jade Harrier Flute?"
"I remember, I carved it myself and gave it to you. I mined the jade myself." Jiang Sihan put his arm around Xier's shoulders and explained, "As soon as I got this piece of jade, I thought I'd make you a flute and decorate it with your favorite red lotus pattern. But in the end, I changed it to willow leaves. Do you know why?"
Lin Xuxi stood up and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Why?"
"Willow catkins rise in the woods as spring arrives, and the gentle breeze carries them down to the stream." Jiang Sihan caressed her face, the face he had loved for so many years, and smiled, "Willow catkins, Xi'er."
Hearing this, Lin Xuxi covered her mouth and chuckled.
The smile infected Jiang Sihan, and he also laughed.
A gust of wind blew the window. Jiang Sihan turned to look at the window and suddenly felt his hands empty. When he looked back, the person in his arms was gone.
"Xi'er, Xi'er!" Jiang Sihan walked around the desk and quickly walked to the door. He raised his hand to open the closed door, but suddenly remembered that he and Lin Xuxi had such an ugly quarrel, why would she show up?
Jiang Sihan turned back and looked at the Jade Harrier Flute on the desk. He suddenly ran over, picked up the flute, examined it carefully, and stroked the pattern on its surface.
"Xi'er." When he pronounced the name again, he felt as if he were in another world. The heartache that had been diluted by joy appeared again, "Ugh—" The overwhelming pain came over him, as if a big hand was pinching his heart, squeezing it tightly.
"Xier."
Jiang Sihan fell to the ground in pain, but he held the flute tightly in his hand, refusing to let go. He looked at the jade flute, and tears welled up in his eyes unconsciously.
He could feel his tears pouring down, but he couldn't control his hands to wipe them away. He lay on the ground with his limbs stiff, the pain making him lose control of his limbs.