Chapter 194 Love is hard to break
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“I didn’t expect that the dignified Lord Si Chen can actually cook?!”
Song Weichen’s face and hands were covered with pots and stoves Hui was stunned when she saw Mo Tingfeng clean up the mess efficiently and quickly bring out three dishes and one soup. For a moment, she felt that the man in front of her was so handsome that he seemed to be glowing.
"You... forget it, I have already learned about the chicken soup last time. I am not surprised that you can't cook, but if you burn yourself to death trying to cook, I really have no place. Reason.”
Seemingly complaining but actually feeling frightened, Mo Tingfeng saw her stretching out her dirty claws to try to steal the food and put it into her mouth. He gently patted the back of her hand, pulled her to his side, wetted the handkerchief with warm water and carefully held her hand. Wipe the pot smoke off your face.
"How old are you? You want to eat without washing your hands and looking gray on your face?"
"You're not young at all, maybe more than 1,000 years younger than you."
< br>Knowing that he was teasing her, Song Weichen didn't take it seriously. She was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. It didn't matter if her hands were dirty. If she delayed for a while, the food would be cold.
The two finally sat down at the table. Song Weichen had nothing to say, "Speaking of which, this is the last time we sat together to eat like this."
Mo Tingfeng suppressed a smile and put all the steamed egg custard and roasted eggplant into her bowl. Seeing her eat the simple meal without raising her head, he felt satisfied just looking at it.
I especially remember that the last time the two of them sat down to eat together was in the dining hall of Sichen's Mansion. It was after they returned from exploring the open cave in Wangchuan due to the Nianniang case. She saw human bones for the first time, and because of the mark of her previous life, she had a poor appetite and couldn't eat anything at all, unlike today...
She sighed softly in her heart, if this place was not an illusion, they would be like this, an ordinary couple. , how nice it would be to live a happy life.
“I didn’t expect your cooking to be so delicious. Did you learn it from Sang Pu before? It’s a pity that I took advantage of it.”
Song Weichen patted Mo Tingfeng’s arm He comforted him, "It's okay. I'll tell you a dream later... No, I told her in a dream that I tasted it for her and it's delicious."
He wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth and put some vegetables in her bowl.
“I learned it for you a few days ago. It’s not because you are anorexic. When I was learning it, I was thinking, if I did it, would you eat one more bite because of it.”
Mo Tingfeng looked at Granny Huang's house and felt emotional.
“Now I would like to thank the seven deceivers for making the illusion come true. By the way, there are dried hawthorns for sale in the town today. I bought some and brought them back. The appetizing hawthorn cake I promised you before can be made in the next two days. "I'll give it to you."
"I promise that within ten days, you will be able to eat the food I cooked!" Not being disrespectful, Song Weichen began to swear his allegiance.
Mo Tingfeng's hands trembled and he dropped his chopsticks on the table. He quickly picked them up, his expression somewhat unnatural.
"Well, that's not necessary."
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He decided to change the subject. Even if it was just his consciousness here, if he ate the food she cooked, I'm afraid it will also damage my cultivation...
"You said that Grandma Huang told you that the person who taught her the art of formation was a tall man wearing a mask and speaking sharply - guess who I thought of? ”
"The one who delivered the verdict to Lord Jinxian? Because they all mentioned the same characteristic, a man with a shrill voice." Song Weichen stuffed egg custard into his mouth and answered casually.
Mo Tingfeng's eyes lit up. The little girl has a strong ability to capture sensitive information. She is indeed a good candidate for analyzing and solving cases.
He was also thinking of this person. If it was really the same person, it would be more proof that this matter was deliberately done by someone who was pretending to be a ghost, and the layout was far-reaching. It had been planned decades ago or even earlier. The city government and The methods are extremely clever.
But what exactly does he want to do?
What Mo Tingfeng is most worried about...is the disappearance of his predecessor Baipao and the sudden appearance of the chaotic Nian Niang. Could it be related to this person?
"Do you think this mysterious man wearing a mask has something to do with the owner of the ghost market?" Song Weichen muttered with food in his mouth.
“I don’t think he wears a mask to hide his identity. After all, grandma is an ordinary person, and there is no point in hiding her identity. The greater possibility is that like Cang Yue, wearing a mask is a form of identity regulation. Considering that the boss of the ghost market has always relied on masks to define his identity, I reasonably suspect that this mysterious man is related to the boss, and he is also the one who pointed Granny Huang to the ghost market. Maybe it is his own territory. "< br>
Song Weichen paused when she said this. She suddenly thought of the masks all over the wall in Boss Shu's room at Wangyue Tower, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart. Could it be that he is...
Song Weichen shook his head secretly. Although Shu Yulong was tall, his voice was not shrill. Besides, he was kind to her and had a face exactly like Gu Cangyue. She really didn't want to think of him as a bad person.
Mo Tingfeng did not speak. He was making a more terrifying deduction in his mind - if this mysterious man really came for him or Si Chen's house, he had tried his best to choose the right one eighty years ago. The candidate planted this game just to let him take the initiative to jump into this formation today, so what the other party wants must not be something simple.
Combined with the fact that Song Weichen was abducted to the ghost market before, Mo Tingfeng's expression became more and more serious - by some mistake, only he and Song Weichen entered this illusory formation. If the person who caused the turmoil was the one who provided Master Jinxian The mysterious person who made the verdict must have anticipated today's situation, and this is exactly what he wanted! But what exactly does he want?
Is there any cause that the mysterious man induced Grandma Huang to plant eighty years ago that must be solved today by the combined efforts of him and Song Weichen?
What is the same between Granny Huang and Huang Hu, between him and Song Weichen? Come to think of it, this commonality is exactly what the mysterious man wants! .
When Song Weichen was full, she threw her chopsticks and patted her belly with a comfortable sigh. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed eating like this.
Seeing that Mo Tingfeng had been frowning and thinking deeply, she knew that he was deducing the facts of the case, so she did not interrupt. She stood up and gently picked up the leftovers on the table, and washed the dishes quickly - doing The rice is not good, but the bowls are still very clean. There was pre-boiled water in the kettle. She made a pot of hot tea and carefully brought it to the table on a tray. She made a cup for Mo Tingfeng and placed it gently in front of him.
Mo Tingfeng pulled him along, and Song Weichen sat in his arms. She didn't struggle, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him lazily.
“Wei Wei, you are more familiar with the Seven Masters. In your opinion, what are the similarities between us and them?”
Similarities? Song Weichen thought for a while, feeling a little disappointed.
I’m afraid it’s not her who is similar, but Sang Pu.
She stood up from Mo Tingfeng's arms, suppressed the unspeakable sourness in her heart, and sat back in her seat.
"I think I have more in common with you and Sang Pu."
"How do you say?" It’s an obsession that’s hard to get rid of.”
“Are you jealous of your previous life again?” He noticed that her mood was wrong.
"No." Song Weichen said harshly, but his heart was filled with jealousy.
Mo Tingfeng saw through it but did not reveal it. He stood up and took Song Weichen's hand, pulled her up and hugged her.
"Little liar, you really can't find any similarities between the two of us and them?"
Song Weichen pouted and thought for a moment, "Well, it's not like there aren't any. It's a boy and a girl."
Mo Tingfeng laughed dumbly. He really couldn't match the thinking of this little girl.
Staring into her eyes, he asked a serious question. "If we are really just an ordinary couple, and I have to join the army when there is a war, and you don't hear from me from now on, you will..."
Song Weichen was anxious before Mo Tingfeng finished speaking. She kissed him urgently, choking the rest of his words in her throat. When she let go of him, there was already a layer of mist in her eyes.
"Mo Tingfeng, I warn you, don't make blind metaphors. There is a saying that good things don't work but bad things do."
Song Weichen paused, and his tone was slightly choked, "I There will be no news from you, and you will never leave me. There are no ifs, no what-ifs, and no what-ifs. I don’t want to be separated from you."
Mo Tingfeng felt soft in his heart. Song Weichen felt like this. He didn't know how many years he had waited.
Holding her face, he placed thin kisses on her forehead, eyes, nose, and lips, and then held her tightly in his arms, "If we don't separate, we will never separate. It's my fault. I shouldn't use random metaphors."< br>
The two hugged each other silently, and suddenly the window was blown open by the wind, and some yellow acacia flowers were blown into the house.
From Song Weichen’s perspective, we can just see the trunk of the acacia tree. Speaking of which, the case of the ghost husband is closely related to the acacia tree. This object must be found at every crime scene. It is really just Grandma Huang. A reference to this feeling? Or... what secret does the tree itself hide?
There was another gust of wind, the wooden window sash trembled slightly, and the golden rice flowers floated into the house again, accompanied by the charming medicinal fragrance.
She suddenly felt something and patted Mo Tingfeng's generous back gently.
"Mo Tingfeng."
"Huh?"
"It's impossible for me to fall in love with the next spring. If you don't see me, I will guard my dead wood and wait again and again. "
"If you ask about commonality, this is the commonality." She raised her head and looked at him steadily.
“Endless longing, long waiting, waiting for a dead tree to bloom, waiting for a dead tree to rejuvenate.”
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Crack! !
The acacia tree outside the window made a loud crisp sound at this moment, which was like the sound of a tree trunk cracking. Song Weichen was frightened by the sound. Mo Tingfeng subconsciously protected her and watched carefully. Looking out the window, could it be that the chaos is coming?