C62

After Yun Liu Ya left, Jun Lin Sheng did not immediately return home. Instead, he casually found a teahouse and sat down.

A concubine?

"Master, Xu Wei Fei is looking for trouble with Ji Liu Yun again." Xuan Wei appeared like a gust of wind, suddenly appeared, and then suddenly disappeared.

After a long period of silence, Jun Lin Sheng pulled up his long hair that covered his vision and turned to the side. "Continue."

Xuan Wei lowered his head, not daring to raise it. Mistress's mood was volatile, especially recently. He was somewhat worried, but he knew that he should not ask.

"At the time when Ji Liu Yun was playing with Black Bean and clashing with Xu Wei Fei's maid Lotus Fragrance, she was pulled away by Xu Wei Fei to be reprimanded." He didn't know why, but he paused for a moment before adding, "I haven't returned until now."

When Jun Lin Sheng heard the two words "Xu Wei Fei," his face twisted slightly, and then disappeared in a flash. How's it going with you? What exactly is Ji Liu Yun's background? "

"Mistress, it's still under investigation, but the results should be out soon." Please rest assured, Master. "

Jun Lin Sheng nodded as he quietly disappeared from the private room of the teahouse, just like how he had arrived.

The streets were full of people, and people continued to live their lives in their own ways. Nothing was changing, or rather, nothing was. Jun Lin Sheng gloomily thought that maybe time was the only thing that was changing that could not be seen. If a person died, they would gradually be forgotten along with the passing of time, until all traces of them disappeared, as if they had never existed. As for people who were still alive, they would continue to feel pain and despair, just like him.

A voice in his ear asked, Are you happy?

Happiness? Jun Lin Sheng laughed. It was really a stupid question. Since the age of ten, he no longer expected that damned thing.

There was a stall downstairs, and it was a man in his thirties selling greasy and sweet candied fruits. A few children surrounded the trolley that contained the candied fruits and laughed. Occasionally, there would be a child that would hold onto an adult's hand and look at them, pestering their mother or father to buy the candied fruits for them.

Some parents would hurriedly drag their children out of the stall and reprimand the little child with a serious expression. Then, they would watch as the little child continued to cry and sigh. Some parents looked at their child's expectant eyes lovingly, then took the candied fruits from the vendor's hands and handed them over to the child, smiling as they pulled the smiling child away.

There were so many parents in the world, Jun Lin Sheng imprinted everything that happened on the street into his mind from the window he opened. He was once such a blissful and doting matriarch. Although he was strict, he was still the father who held the banquet for his birthday. At that time, he had simply thought that it was happiness. Until finally, all the so-called happiness was shattered into pieces, scattered all over the ground, and split his body and mind.

On the day of matriarch's death, he had a dream. In the dream, he was not a prince, nor was he from a prominent family. matriarch was not some imperial concubine, she was just an ordinary peasant woman. His Imperial Father wasn't the busy and diligent His Majesty, he was just a hardworking, pragmatic farmer. Even so, they were very poor and happy. There is no conflict without power, nor should there be.

When he woke up from his dream, there was only the charred bones of the matriarch around him. His eyes met his own eyes, and he suddenly realized something at that moment.

Happiness in the world is behind the dirty, unbearable, not even as bad as the stinking ditch, the mass burial site. He was looking forward to the days and nights of this smiling devil, even praying for him.

How ridiculous!

Therefore, he hid his truest self in the softest place of his heart. Then, he built layers upon layers of iron walls in front of him, wrapping them around his fragile, fragile heart.

crawled onto the table, "Do you think drinking tea will make you drunk?" He said to himself. "Looks like this teahouse has been changed to a restaurant."

"Mom, this jade pendant is really pretty, it's really compatible with mom."

"Sheng'er, my good Sheng'er, don't cry. Mother is here."

"Mother, don't leave me, please, please!"

Jun Lin Sheng's vision suddenly blurred, and something blocked his sight, which was transparent yet flowing. In a trance, he saw the matriarch that had passed away. She was still as beautiful as ever, still his mother's favorite pink and blue muslin dress as she smiled at him.

"Sheng'er, are you tired?" Her voice was very gentle, very similar to her gentle personality.

"matriarch..." Jun Lin Sheng sighed with a voice as weak as a child's, "Mother, did you come back?"

Yu Qilan was so worried that she wanted to go up and touch her precious son, but she was unable to do so. "Sheng'er, your mother is here and she has never left."

Jun Lin Sheng's tears fell one by one, splashing onto the wine table and floor.

"Mother, Sheng'er misses you so much. So much."

Jun Lin Sheng reached out his trembling hands. He hugged his timid but happy heart, and wanted to touch his mother's face. However, he was stopped by matriarch's berating.

"Don't come near me!" "Sheng'er, listen to mother, don't come over here!"

"Does Mother also dislike Sheng'er?" Jun Lin Sheng felt wronged, even his mother thought he was dirty?

"Mother doesn't mind her treasures, it's just that this isn't a place you should be. Go back, to a place that belongs to you."

With a trace of bewitching, Jun Lin Sheng gradually withdrew his feet from before and put down his hands that were raised up.

"Sheng'er, Mother wants you to live on."

That voice was like a sigh, as it finally landed in Jun Lin Sheng's mind. matriarch's appearance gradually became like a bubble, and disappeared under the sunlight as if he never appeared.

His vision gradually cleared up. Jun Lin Sheng looked at the tiles beneath his feet, and lowered his long eyelashes.

So the appearance of the matriarch was just an illusion. Did she actually want to trample on this life that she had survived with great difficulty?