There is a lush bamboo forest in Yufu, far away from Qifangyuan.
It is surrounded by green bamboos, cool breeze blows, and is quiet and peaceful. It is a good place to relax.
Yu Weiyin was determined to make time for Duan Lang and Yao Xiang. With a thought in his mind, he walked towards the bamboo forest.
When she stepped out of the hospital, Shao Mo asked if she wanted to follow him, but she shook her head and said no.
I'm really a little tired.
She wanted to take a walk alone and carefully sort out the messy pieces of information in her mind. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to truly relax.
After turning around the long winding road and passing through two corridors facing the river, there is a path paved with white stones.
On both sides of the path, there are a few thick ginkgo trees planted sparsely. The leaves are golden, as if the tree has absorbed the full sunlight, and is emitting a bright and dazzling light.
The roadside is covered with piles of broken gold leaves.
At the end of the road is an endless stretch of dense bamboo forest.
Because the place was remote and inaccessible, Yu Song did not arrange for anyone to trim the bamboo leaves or clean the several winding paths in the forest.
Therefore, the bamboo here grows more luxuriantly and taller than elsewhere, and the leaves are particularly long, narrow and green.
The sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo is like a flute, which suddenly calms down people's mood.
Yu Weiyin was wearing a rouge-colored long skirt with many pleats. She was walking on a path covered with weeds, and from time to time her skirt would be caught by the branches that protruded sideways.
She didn't think it was troublesome, so she lifted up her skirt and tied it into a knot neatly, revealing two snow-white hakama.
Anyway, there was no one around here, so she stepped onto the trail with confidence, and the coolness brought by the breeze on her cheeks quickly swept away the depression in her heart.
It was about Mosi hour and it was a sunny day.
The scorching sun slowly moved out from the clouds, its rays of blazing heat illuminated the sky in a vast whiteness, leaving a vague afterimage of midsummer.
But in this lush bamboo forest, Yu Weiyin did not feel the heat at all. The lush bamboo leaves blocked the scorching sun, and the wind blew by from time to time, making him feel indescribably cool.
The sun seemed to be covered with a light mist under the bamboo forest.
It can't illuminate every detail of the surroundings, but it's not dark either. It's a soft jade glow shrouded in a cool cold light.
After half a cup of tea, her mood gradually became clearer, and she even couldn't help but hum a little tune softly.
Continuing forward, under the cover of bamboo leaves, there is a hexagonal double-eaves pavilion on the top of a mountain. In the distance, you can hear the voices of men and women talking.
Yu Weiyin held his breath, stepped lightly, walked around to the darker side, crouched down and slowly approached.
A female voice suddenly rose up and cursed angrily.
"Yu Song, the thief! If I hadn't made a fuss about hanging myself, I'm afraid he would have really listened to his precious daughter and kicked me out of the house!"
Yu Weiyin's heart froze and she didn't dare to look up, but she heard the voice of Mr. Liang.
"Wen Xian, don't be afraid, I'm here." A low man's voice sounded, "Believe me, one day, the Yu Mansion will eventually fall into our hands."
"If Yu Song is not dead, it's all empty talk! Now, Yu Weiyin is also a big trouble. He has taken over the embroidery workshop and the silk and satin shop. If this hoof is not removed, what else can our daughter do?"
"Wen Xian, what do you want me to do? As long as it can make you and Chu Tian live well, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do."
The fragrant smell of flowers, grass, bamboo leaves, mixed with the fishy smell of earth, penetrated into the nose, making people unable to help but feel nauseous at this moment.
Yu Weiyin was shocked by what he heard. His hands trembled slightly and he quietly pushed aside the bamboo leaves. He happened to see the backs of the two people in the pavilion. They were Liang and Zhuang Liebing.
Mrs. Liang leaned into Zhuang Liebing's arms and said in a vicious tone: "Yu Song is not worried, I can deal with it perfunctorily. The main thing now is Yu Weiyin. This bitch is too difficult to deal with, so it's better to pick him out!"
"What's so difficult about this? She's now sixteen, right? It's time for men to get married, and for women to get married..."
Zhuang Liebing raised his voice and said, "When a woman falls in love, she doesn't have so much energy to be competitive."
"you mean--"
His hands moved irregularly over the woman in his arms, and the man smiled.
"Wen Xian, have you forgotten, don't you have a nephew who has just become a scholar? He is elegant, elegant, and obedient to our Chu Tianyan. It is better to drag him onto a ship."
Mrs. Liang could not resist his skillful techniques and gasped softly in his arms, "Lie Bing, do you think it is... Zhao Wushan?"
"That's him. Although Yu Song started from scratch and became a wealthy man in Tongcheng. He can read books, but he is also illiterate and blind. He especially appreciates knowledgeable people and often tells me that he will find a man for his daughter in the future.
He is a scholar. Isn't this Zhao Wushan just right?"
Without stopping, Liang was panting and speaking intermittently, "Indeed, he also mentioned it to me... This idea... is actually a very good one..."
Then, there was a rapid sound of clothing material being rubbed.
Yu Weiyin squatted under the bamboo forest, his face turned pale with anger and his whole body was trembling.
Her hands were paralyzed on the dirt floor, and the slightly cool touch did not alleviate the hatred in her heart at all, but instead made her breathing become more and more constricted.
Zhao Wushan's sinister smile floated in her mind. She clenched her hands violently, and her tense rationality suddenly broke, wishing to cut the phantom of nothingness into pieces with a thousand knives.
Whenever she thinks of this person, she will inevitably think of her stupid self in the past.
The memory stuck in the deepest part of her heart was like a ghost probe, pulling her into a bottomless hell.
With a crash, she accidentally pulled off a bamboo leaf.
"Who is there!"
A sharp voice sounded, and Yu Weiyin felt as if cold water had been poured over his head, and he forgot how to react for a moment.
Just as she was stunned, she was suddenly swept up by a powerful force and carried straight into the depths of the dense forest.
And where she was squatting, there was a sudden sound, and several snow-white pigeons flew out, making cooing sounds.
Liang walked quickly to the edge of the dim bamboo forest. The pigeon was so frightened that it flapped its wings and took off again, fleeing this place of right and wrong.
"Wen Xian, they're just pigeons, don't be afraid."
Zhuang Liebing straightened her clothes on her chest and said, "This place has been deserted for a long time, and few people come here."
Liang's gentle eyes flashed with a sharp look, staring into the depths of the bamboo forest, "We're not afraid of ten thousand, we're just afraid of what might happen. If someone hears our conversation, we may not be able to survive tomorrow!"
Ignoring Zhuang Liebing's comfort, she raised her feet and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.
There is no way ahead. If there is someone, she can only hide at the end of the bamboo forest. Why not come to catch turtles in an urn?
The sound of wind blowing through the forest is like weeping and complaining. The further inside, the deeper and more secluded the light becomes.
But Liang didn't stop, and Zhuang Liebing had no choice but to follow closely.
At this time, just five meters away from Liang, Yu Weiyin's heart was extremely frightened.
Her bun was messy, her lips were tightly covered, and a tall and familiar body pressed her tightly under her.