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Grandma Zhou was taken into the house, and the sudden appearance of her son has caused her a lot of stress today. At this point, she is already very weak.
There are only four of us left in the yard.
Jiang Qingyuan covers his face, looking very aggrieved. He hangs his head and slumps in the chair.
Mrs. Jiang felt sorry for her, but she was also angry and didn't bother to look at Jiang Qingyuan's face. I saw the red fingerprints on Jiang Qingyuan's face. She really slapped hard.
"I'm telling you two brothers, you can't call Zhou Changgeng dad."
Mrs. Jiang was giving orders, her eyes filled with hatred, which made me fully understand why she didn't say much about divorce last night.
Mr. Zhou must have done something to upset Mrs. Jiang for her to say she can't tolerate any sand in her eyes.
Zhou Heng comforted her, saying, "Mom, you're angry now, so it's pointless for us to say anything."
Mrs. Jiang gave him a look and said, "Next time he comes to Qingyun Temple to find you, just kick him out."
"He came twice. The first time, I didn't know his identity. The second time, my master told me."
Mrs. Jiang exclaimed, "How could Master Yang tell you these things?"
"My master said, 'Avoiding it won't solve anything. Since he's here, just accept it.'"
"Zhou Heng spoke with a calm demeanor, evidently having passed the period of anxiety. At this moment, he could accept the fact that Zhou Changgeng was his father with such tranquility.
'What about you? When did he start targeting you?' Mrs. Jiang stared at Jiang Qingyuan and questioned, 'You even kept it from me!'
Jiang Qingyuan felt a lingering fear and cautiously said, 'I hadn't been at school for long when my dad... no, he, he came to see me.'"
"Planning and scheming, he's planning and scheming."
Mrs. Jiang was very agitated, gritting her teeth in hatred, "Trying to take you away from me, it's impossible."
She seemed to want to fight Mr. Zhou desperately, losing all rationality.
Zhou Heng quickly reached out and held her: "Mom, we will never leave you."
In an instant, she was stunned, staring at Zhou Heng with tears welling up in her eyes. She tightly grasped Zhou Heng's hand and choked out, "Really? Zhou Heng, will you and Qingyuan always be by my side?"
Jiang Qingyuan immediately said, "Of course, Mom, we are your sons."
Zhou Heng made a sound of agreement, as if giving Mrs. Jiang a peace of mind. Her originally angry expression gradually calmed down, and a hint of relief appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Good, good, as long as my son's heart is with me, I'm not afraid of anything."
Mrs. Jiang finally felt much better, as if she had come to terms with it. She patted Zhou Heng on the shoulder and then patted Jiang Qingyuan on the cheek, saying, "Mom, I was too impulsive today, but there won't be a next time."
Mrs. Jiang smiled, finally putting everyone's anxious hearts at ease.
"Ah, it's just a pity, such a nice birthday banquet," she frowned, looking at the mess on the ground, feeling a little annoyed.
Zhou Heng calmly took out a talisman from his sleeve and handed it to Mrs. Jiang, "This is a talisman for your safety and peace. Happy birthday."
Mrs. Jiang looked at the talisman with surprise. This was the first time she had received a birthday gift from Zhou Heng. The talisman symbolized his wish for her health, happiness, and peace.
Just this thoughtful gesture alone made her content.
Jiang Qingyuan leaned over and asked, "Brother, did you paint this yourself?"
He shook his head, "It was painted by the master himself. I haven't reached the level to paint symbols on my own. I'm afraid it won't work."
Mrs. Jiang held the talisman as if it were a treasure, cherishing it. With slightly trembling hands, she picked it up and immediately put it on, murmuring to herself, "It must be effective, it must be."
I looked up to see a different look in Zhou Heng's eyes, and his attitude towards Mrs. Jiang had changed a bit, which was a good thing. I felt deeply relieved and filled with a warm feeling.
Jiang Qingyuan hugged Mrs. Jiang's arm and coquettishly said, "Mom, are you feeling better?"
Mrs. Jiang nodded in satisfaction and touched the talisman on her neck.
"My face hurts."
Jiang Qingyuan is seeking affection. He frowns, covering his face, looking injured.
"Let me see," Mrs. Jiang touches his face with distress, saying, "I'm sorry, Qingyuan, Mom was confused and got angry today."
"Pain, pain, mom, be careful."
"Come, let mom take you to apply some medicinal alcohol."
In an instant, the mother and son showed an intimate appearance, returning to the past. Watching the two of them enter the house, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I only realized when I turned around that Zhou Heng had been staring at me. I awkwardly smiled and said, "Finally, the storm has passed." "Yes, the storm has passed," he replied. He also relaxed instantly, and the two of us sat down. He was dressed in a Daoist robe, and his handsome face was set off by the blue Daoist robe, giving him a somewhat otherworldly appearance.
Under the night sky, a gentle breeze lifted his sleeve, carrying a faint sandalwood scent in the air. Though subtle, I could still sense its presence.
"Busy day today?" I deliberately started a conversation, unable to bear the silence any longer.
He smiled gently, "Yes, I conducted two funerals today. Each time brings a different realization."
I don't know if the insight he's talking about is about Mrs. Jiang, but I can feel his heart slowly opening up.
"Are you hungry?"
After the commotion, I remembered that Zhou Heng hadn't eaten dinner yet.
He nodded and got up before I could, saying, "I'll go to the kitchen and see if there's anything to eat."
"I'll go with you."
The food from earlier was really wasted, even the cake was ruined. I don't think anyone had a good meal.
Fortunately, there was still plenty of food in the kitchen, and Zhou Heng's hands and feet were very agile. I went to help, but ended up getting in the way and almost broke a bowl. So, I just stood aside and watched him busy himself.
I had originally thought he was not of this world, but he handled the kitchen tasks with skill and precision, which truly surprised me. Every movement was skilled and efficient, as if he were an expert.
Before long, he had prepared several meals. He didn't need to say anything, and I understood that these were for Mrs. Jiang and Grandma Zhou.
I volunteered, "I can help carry that over."
"Your foot?"
"It's almost better."
I had reached out to grab the bowl on the table, and Zhou Heng said, "Be careful."
The next moment, the bowl in my hand shook a few times, and finally, his hand supported it. And my hand was held by his palm, our hands tightly held together, or more precisely, my hand tightly holding the bowl, and his hand tightly holding mine.
I felt like I had turned into a fossil, even my heart seemed to stop. His palm was so warm, and the temperature from his fingertips spread through my whole body.
"You're always so careless," he said helplessly, adjusting my shoulders. "You didn't even see the stool under your feet."
As he spoke, I lowered my head and only then did I notice the small stool in front of me. I had stepped right over it, causing my balance to waver as I picked up the bowl.
I chuckled awkwardly, feeling embarrassed, but I managed to say with a straight face, "It's okay, it's okay. If I fall, I have you to catch me."
At first, he was stunned, then shook his head helplessly and said, "What if I'm not around?"
I was speechless, feeling like I had just fallen flat on my face.
"The first time I met you, I knew you were very careless."
I wish I could find a crack in the ground to hide in. He still remembers my embarrassing moments.
He carefully placed the remaining bowls into the tray, then took a spoon and chopsticks. Then he turned to me and said, "I have never seen anyone as careless as you, so I have a deep impression of you."
I smiled awkwardly, holding the bowl, afraid of falling again, so I walked slowly and steadily.
"I've never seen a Taoist as talkative as you, so it left a deep impression."
Zhou Heng walked beside me, also moving slowly, as if deliberately keeping pace with me.
"Me, talkative?"
"Yes, you are a little better than Tang Sanzang."
"Really?"
"Yes, it's quite obvious."
"......"
I and Zhou Heng entered Grandma Zhou's room. She was lying in bed but not asleep. When she heard our footsteps, she immediately sat up and said, "Zhou Heng, Xiao Meng."
"Grandma, have some food." Zhou Heng brought out the old lady's portion and placed it on the nearby cabinet.
Grandma Zhou sighed, "I won't eat. You are considerate, it's rare."
"Grandma, you can't not eat."
I also tried to comfort the old lady, but she had no appetite, her melancholy eyes reve Ye Ling sadness. Today's events have thrown the the Chiang family into chaos, and she is probably still troubled by it.
Zhou Heng patiently comforted: "You know my mom's temperament the best, she'll get over it after making a fuss."
"I naturally understand your mom, but you and Qingyuan... sigh, forget it, I'm an old lady, I can't manage so much. Some mistakes cannot be made, and can never be remedied in a lifetime."
In the end, she still picked up the bowl and ate slowly.
"You guys go out, don't stay here with me, go see your mom."
Zhou Heng and I came out of Grandma Zhou's room, feeling somewhat melancholic. I couldn't see through Zhou Heng's thoughts. Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, how much emotion was he hiding?
Has he cultivated to such a realm, or is he bearing some kind of distress alone?
I was a little distracted until he turned around and shouted at me, "The corridor lights are a bit dim, be careful." "Oh." I followed him, and under the dim light, Zhou Heng was covered in a soft color. I couldn't help but be distracted. I unexpectedly formed an unbreakable bond with such a person.
I haven't even entered Mrs. Jiang's room yet, but I heard Jiang Qingyuan's voice: "Be gentle, be gentle, I'll be disfigured, and then I won't be able to find a wife."
"You brat, who are you trying to find as a wife? Your brother and Sister Meng are still hanging there. If you don't put in some effort and get them together soon."
"How am I not putting in effort? Isn't it because of me that Sister Meng was tricked into coming to our house?"
"Oh, my head. Why did you hit my head again?"
"What nonsense? You make it sound like we're trafficking people. Besides, if Sister Meng is injured and no one takes care of her, what is she supposed to do on her own?"
"Hey, Mom, you know, tonight, the two of them..."
I and Zhou Heng, who were standing outside the door at this moment, were like wooden statues standing there. Every word was enough to make my heart suddenly beat faster. I just don't know what Zhou Heng is thinking. Zhou Heng coughed softly, "Ahem..."
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