The fragrance of plum blossoms fills the courtyard, and snowflakes fall rustlingly.
Ermeng suddenly raised his head and looked at the white clothes appearing in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The little mouth opened wide, and the second dream suddenly exclaimed: "Teacher"
"No, no, Brother Wushuang said that the teacher is in retreat at the Sword God Gate."
"It seems I've been really tired lately, and now I'm hallucinating." Er Meng shook his head.
Then a tempting fragrance hit my face, and a bowl of steaming wontons appeared on the piano stand.
At the same time, a chuckle sounded, "You little girl, how come you still look unhappy when you see the teacher? Fortunately, the teacher brought you a bowl of wontons."
Lifting her pretty face slightly, Er Meng was startled for a moment. For a moment, she even forgot that she was still sitting in a wheelchair and pounced directly on Ye Chen.
"This little girl." Ye Chen smiled slightly, took a step forward, and held the second dream
Holding Ye Chen tightly, Ermeng felt the warmth coming from Ye Chen's body and said with a smile: "It's not an illusion, it's true. The teacher is back."
Xiao Ni's delicate body rubbed against Ye Chen's body, her pretty face was full of ecstasy.
Ten years ago, after the news of Ye Chen's death came, Second Meng cried and shouted to go to the Sword Tomb to find Ye Chen, and even had the idea of committing suicide.
In the past ten years, if Ye Wushuang hadn't been fooling her and Ye Chen was still alive, I'm afraid Xiaoni would have fled the Ye family and gone to the Sword Tomb, even though she didn't know where the Sword Tomb was.
"Teacher, they all say you are dead, but Lan Gu and I just don't believe it," Er Meng muttered.
Ren Xiaoni rubbed in his arms, Ye Chen just patted Ermeng's back and said with a smile: "So it turns out that what those people said are all bullshit."
Suddenly, Ye Chen noticed a soft object rubbing against his chest. Ye Chen was startled at first and then realized, "I haven't seen you in ten years. This Xiaoni is developing really well."
Second Meng's pretty face also turned red, and she noticed something strange between the two.
The second dream was so embarrassing that he immediately pushed Ye Chen away. There were still tears on his pretty face, and he said with a tearful smile: "Teacher, you are eating me again."
After eating tofu, Ye Chen shrugged helplessly. Xiaoni really hasn't changed at all.
"When will you be like Sister Muwan, the teacher will eat you up?" Ye Chen's eyes were slightly lowered, staring at Er Meng's breasts, he shook his head and sighed slightly.
Hearing this, Ermeng raised her chest regardless of her shyness and said angrily: "Sister Muwan is the same as me. If you don't believe me, ask Sister Muwan."
Similarly, Ye Chen was speechless for a while. At this moment, he found that Xiao Ni was becoming more and more mature in the second dream. Her soft black hair fell to her waist, and the hair in front of her shoulders was naturally draped behind her back, revealing her white and slender neck, which was already supple.
His eyebrows were dragged to the side, making his already clear eyes look more hydrated, and a faint layer of crimson appeared on his pretty face, which fully reflected his restrained and graceful beauty.
Under Ye Chen's gaze, Er Meng's cheeks were hot and crimson, and she said softly: "Teacher, do you look good?"
"Well, it looks good," Ye Chen said bluntly
"Hmph." Unexpectedly, Second Meng Liu frowned, her white teeth clenched her small mouth, and said angrily: "Sister Mu Wan is right, teacher, you just like to stare at beautiful girls."
"No way, don't listen to Ye Muwan's nonsense," Ye Chen said casually
"Who said that? Sister Muwan told me. He said that you liked to stare at her thighs secretly when you were a child."
"And teacher, you secretly watched Sister Qianchuan Xue take a shower. Teacher, you are a big bad guy." The second dream became more and more angry as he spoke. Finally, he started to criticize Luo Yechen, "Humph, teacher is a bad guy."
Ye Chen was speechless again, and patted Er Meng's forehead with his thick right hand. What on earth did Ye Muwan say to Xiao Meng'er in the past ten years?
"This is a myth. You also know that Ye Muwan loves to talk nonsense. When I was young and ignorant, she secretly watched me take a shower," Ye Chen said righteously.
"Really?" Second Dream was a little doubtful, his eyes rolling.
When questioned by his apprentice, Ye Chen couldn't help but pretended to be calm: "Teacher, I have never lied to you, but you should tell Ye Muwan about this to save her from feeling guilty."
"Yeah, yeah." Ye Chen's words were pure nonsense. The key point was that Second Meng believed it and muttered: "No wonder Sister Muwan always says bad things about you."
Ye Muwan is still bitter about Ye Chen's killing of Ning Ning. In the past ten years, she has said bad things in front of Er Meng.
"What bad things did she say about me?" Ye Chen was furious. It seemed that Xiao Meng'er had been deceived by Ye Muwan in the past ten years.
"Sister Mu Wan said this. Ye Chen was a coward when he was little. He watched Senior Sister Qian Chuanxue take a bath and didn't dare to take responsibility."
"And your teacher is so sultry. You clearly have feelings for Senior Sister Qianchuan Xue, but you don't dare to say it." Ermeng imitated Ye Muwan's tone and imitated it vividly.
"A coward? A slut?" The teacher's image was destroyed in this moment, and Ye Chen felt resentful.
The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and an elderly figure stood in front of the door with a kind smile on his face. He looked at Ye Chen and Er Meng in the courtyard and said softly: "Master Chen, you are back."
The figure suddenly trembled. Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the old woman with white temples. His voice had a slight tremor, "Lan Gu, I'm back."
Even though Lan Gu is not Ye Chen’s biological mother, in Ye Chen’s heart, Lan Gu is just like his biological mother.
If life is compared to a journey, then home is the beautiful scenery along the way. Home is the whole meaning and final destination of the journey. Fallen leaves return to their roots, let alone travel.
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." There were a few tears in the corners of Lan Gu's eyes. Over the past ten years, she had been worried day and night, especially after the news of Ye Chen's death came, she could not sleep all night.
"The young master is getting more and more handsome, but he has lost weight." Lan Gu's eyes were kind and she said with some heartache: "Oh, I'm going to inform the imperial kitchen to send some materials now."
"Lan Gu, you have to cook by yourself again," Second Meng said in surprise with a greedy look in his eyes.
"It's a rare occasion for your teacher to come back. I'll make the pigeon rice that the young master likes in a moment. Of course, your share is indispensable," Lan Gu said with a smile, and walked hurriedly out of the courtyard.
"No, Lan Gu, don't be busy," Ye Chen advised, but unfortunately Lan Gu had gone far, "Lan Gu is still the same."
"Teacher, over the years, Lan Gu has always been thinking about you. Every day, Lan Gu keeps your room clean and cooks pigeon rice every day."
"I'm really afraid that the teacher won't be able to eat pigeon rice when he comes back." Er Meng lightly stuck out his sweet tongue and chuckled: "In the end, I will destroy all these pigeon rice."
Pointing at Ermeng's abdomen, Ye Chen chuckled and said, "You can see it's chubby, just like a little chubby girl."
"Little fat girl," Ermeng Liu frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, I, the little fat girl, will be able to eat all the pigeon rice cooked by Lan Gu in that moment, okay?"
"No way." Ye Chen said in a non-negotiable tone, pointed at the guqin, straightened his face, and said seriously: "Play a piece of Yang Chun San Nong. The teacher wants to test you to see if you have been lazy over the years."
The second dream rolled its eyes at Ye Chen. The teacher was still the same as before. Whenever the critical moment came, he would pick up the teacher's frame and bully others. But it was precisely because of this feeling that the second dream felt warm and warm. It's so good. It hasn't changed at all.
The melodious sound of the piano echoed again. Ye Chen stood in the wind and snow, quietly listening to the sound of the piano.
The second dream's eyes were slightly closed, and the jade fingers gently plucked the strings. The sound of the piano was extremely joyful. Just like the second dream's mood at the moment, it was no longer so depressing.
The setting clouds are like clouds, and the flying snow flakes are rendered golden
At the top of the sword, Ye Wen stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the courtyard below with kind eyes, and murmured: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the sword in the distance and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Ye Wen was startled. He had already restrained his breath. He didn't expect that Ye Chen could still notice it.
The moon was sparse, and the snow that had been falling all day stopped just before nightfall.
The alluring fragrance filled the courtyard. Inside the house, Ye Chen, Er Meng and Lan Gu sat around a table, happily enjoying themselves.
"Master Chen, why didn't Master Mu Chen come back this time?" Lan Gu asked.
"He is at the Sword God Gate now, but he should be back in a few days." After saying this, Ye Chen couldn't help but look at the tombstone in the courtyard, "Because Mu Ye is here."
After not seeing each other for ten years, Lan Gu took the trouble to ask questions. Ye Chen also patiently explained this. Second Meng also added a few words from time to time.
Ye Wushuang, who came after hearing the news, looked at this scene with a smile on his lips, this is home.
The flickering lights inside the house act like beacons in the night, guiding travelers home.
Ye Wushuang opened the wooden door and shouted loudly: "Lan Gu, please keep my share of pigeon rice."
"Ah, Brother Wushuang, that foodie is here again." In the room, Ermeng exclaimed, and the wind and waves swept away the remaining pigeon rice in the bowl. To be continued)
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