It started to rain lightly. Looking at Qiantang Lake from Chenghuang Mountain, it was misty and misty, as if in a painting.
The door of Chenghuang Pavilion was closed tightly.
Yuan Tianlang has been kneeling outside the door all day and night.
No matter how skilled he is, he can't withstand a long period of tossing. Normally, such drizzle would never fall on him. But now, he is already soaked to the skin.
The rain dripped down his face and formed a rain curtain on his chin. He opened his mouth, and the rain poured into his mouth.
"Master!" His throat rolled and he made a muddy sound.
Still no one opened the door for him.
Finally, he couldn't help crying. The tears mixed with the rain, and he tasted the bitterness of salty wetness.
He was once a prodigy, a genius of the Yuan family, with a bright future. Due to a great change in the Yuan family, he now has nowhere to go, and even his master, who is as close as his father, has been turned away.
Yuan Tianlang couldn't figure out why it would be like this.
He was not interested in family disputes and never participated in business matters.
The Yuan family is a big family, and there are many people doing things.
He once thought that a family like the Yuan family would stand there forever like a giant.
Unexpectedly, once it collapsed, it fell apart and nothing was left.
"Master!" Yuan Tianlang shouted hoarsely with his last strength, "Let me in! I am willing to accompany Master, never come out of seclusion, and never get involved in the world again!"
The rain was getting heavier again, it was cold, and there seemed to be snow particles in it.
The door of Chenghuang Pavilion was opened, but there was no one there.
"Master!" Yuan Tianlang raised his head in surprise.
A long sigh came from the dark door.
"Let's go, I can't protect you here."
"Master!" Yuan Tianlang was shocked. He knelt and crawled forward a few steps, trying to climb into the door.
A gust of wind blew and the door slammed shut.
Yuan Tianlang ran into him head-on, his nosebleeds and tears all printed on the door.
The moment the door closed, he heard the master's voice lingering in the wind:
"Go to Tianzhu Temple and find Zhiren. In Qiantang, that is the only place that can save your life. Let's go..."
Yuan Tianlang kowtowed three times respectfully to the gate of Chenghuang Pavilion, then stood up and looked in the direction of Qiantang Lake.
It was misty and misty there, and the undulating ridge lines could be vaguely seen, like long dragons swimming in the clouds and mist.
…
The rain gradually stopped and snow began to fall in the sky.
At first they were like grains of salt, gradually like velvet flowers, and finally turned into goose feathers, flying all over the sky.
On the uphill path of Tianzhu Mountain on the west side of Qiantang Lake, a figure staggered forward alone in the white snow.
At the end of the road, there is a not-so-grand temple with the words "Shang Tianzhu" written on the door.
The man knelt on the stone steps and knocked on the door with his head.
A monk came to open the door and saw him, with a gleam of compassion in his eyes.
"Please inform Master Zhiren that I want to become a monk and ask Master to take me under my wing," said the man kneeling in front of the doorstep.
The monk asked: "Do you have a name?"
The man said: "It's there when you come, but it's gone when you go up the mountain."
The monk asked again: "Do you have any relatives?"
The man said: "It once existed, but now it is gone."
The monk asked again: "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
The man's shoulders trembled, and a trace of hesitation and reluctance flashed across his face.
After a while, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said: "I practiced before, but now I have forgotten it."
The monk nodded and said: "Once you enter this door, you will never see the world of mortals. Are you willing to let it go?"
The man said: "I'm willing to give it up."
The monk said: "Okay, come with me."
The man stood up and followed the monk in.
The door slammed shut behind him, shutting out Feng Xue and Hong Chen.
…
Hecheng has not seen such heavy snow for several years.
"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!"
Looking at the vast expanse of white, Lin Shangyi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, exhaled comfortably.
A white mist was left in the air and quickly dissipated.
Li Muchen didn't feel much about the heavy snow. Compared with the snow on Kunlun Mountain, this little snow was nothing.
It's just that people here seem to have a special feeling for snow. No matter how cold it is and how difficult it is to travel due to ice and snow, people are still happy.
And this deserted air also adds a bit of joy and popularity, as if the more it snows, the more human it becomes.
In contrast, although the snow in Kunlun is big and thick, it is cold and merciless.
Li Muchen couldn't tell which one he liked better.
But seeing Lin Shangyi so happy, he was in a good mood.
Lin Manqing pushed the wheelchair, and Li Muchen walked side by side with her.
Now they are officially an unmarried couple and have become a legend in Nanjiang's upper class society.
Lin Shangyi felt happy as he listened to the harmonious footsteps of the two people behind him, and he sighed with emotion, "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."
In fact, this year can be considered a good year for the Lin family.
The Yuan family had fallen, and the Lin family fought back in a desperate situation and rose again. With this rise, they suddenly entered the ranks of the top wealthy families in Nanjiang.
People who came to visit the Yuan family to discuss business, meet relatives, and go as matchmakers have never stopped since the end of the martial arts competition, all the way to the bottom of the year.
It’s New Year’s Eve, and people still come to deliver gifts in the morning. It’s not until the afternoon that things get a little quieter.
Li Muchen originally wanted to celebrate the New Year at Wutongju because there were many people there.
But he knew that this was the last year that Lin Shangyi would live. Lin Manqing would definitely accompany him. He and Manqing were engaged, so naturally he would accompany him.
So after discussing with Manqing and asking for the opinions of the future parents-in-law, we simply brought everyone from Wutongju and Jianghu Xiaoguan to the Lin family to celebrate the New Year.
Anyway, the Lin family is big enough and can fit no matter how many people there are.
Yan Huimin said that when there are many people, it looks lively and like a good year.
So she simply called the people from Lao Yan's family.
The main reason is that after what happened last time, the number of people in Lao Yan's family has become a lot thinner, so they gave birth to the old man and Yan Jin's family.
On the night of the 29th of the New Year, Li Muchen gave Lin Shangyi some special medicine.
Lin Shangyi, who was already bedridden, suddenly looked better and got out of bed happily. He originally wanted to walk by himself, but it was at Li Muchen's suggestion and Lin Manqing's insistence that he got into a wheelchair.
The wheelchair passed through the garden and advanced to the central villa. People gathered there and took turns paying New Year greetings to Lin Shangyi.
Lin Shangyi happily took out the red envelopes he had prepared in advance and gave them to the juniors one by one.
The most tiring thing on this day was the Lin family's cook, who used 120% of his skill to prepare several tables of large dishes, as if setting up a banquet.
At the main table, Lin Shangyi sat in the middle.
On one side of him sat Mr. Yan, on the other side there was an empty seat, but the wine glass was filled with wine.
That's for Lin Chan's song.
Every time Lin Shangyi drank a glass of wine, he would pour the glass of wine next to him on the ground, and then pour another glass.