Chapter 3: Lost and Found

Lan Xiaochi said: "You can cry too, just don't cry every day"

Microceramics said: "Because you are speaking"

As the micro-ceramic backpack shook, darkness enveloped him, and it seemed as if he was transported back to that night when he opened his eyes to see the walls splattered with blood, while in his hand he held his mother's severed head. Not far away lay a headless corpse.

Lan Xiaochi said, "So do you want to come over and listen to me talk?" How adorable, I really want to tempt the pure and obedient baby to do something wicked. Wei Shengci said, "Can you wait a moment?"

Is it true

Everyone will ?

He took a few steps with his fragile knees, reaching out to touch the cold tombstone. Then he pressed his face against the tombstone and softly said: "She always told me since I was little that boys cannot cry." He always remembered his mother's words, so he stayed alone in the cold stone prison, in darkness and solitude, never crying. He could only practice diligently, enduring his fears.

However, at this moment, watching the two people converse as if no one else were around, Wei Shengci's emotions showed no signs of worsening. He let out a long sigh, unable to describe his feelings at that moment

However, he is an extraordinary talent in martial arts. Twelve years of confinement have allowed him to devote all his energy to martial studies. In the past, he could still control his violent episodes, but gradually it became more difficult.

Lan Xiaochi let out a cry and burrowed into the quilt, falling silent thereafter! Are you foolish? Your father only speaks now!

Is it sealed with a thin layer of soil? If it is excavated, will it still be visible?

Microbiologist said: "Xiao Ci, come here." He still insisted. Only he knew his son's temperament. If you dare to go mad in front of your beloved, then go ahead and be mad.

With bare hands, she brushed over her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, wiping away the beads of sweat, leaving behind a faint fragrance. Lan Xiaochi spoke softly, asking, "Xiao Ci? Are you feeling unwell?"

When he was in the stone prison, his illness went unnoticed. Naturally, Wei Shengqi would not mention it either. He let him go mad, and when his strength was exhausted, he would gradually calm down with the library. However, seeing the extent of the damage to the stone prison, Wei Shengqi could not bear to imagine what would have happened if there had been a living being by his side at that time

Bu Hanchen stepped outside, glancing at the warm light spilling from the two windows, unable to conceal his joy

Microceramics said: "I enjoy listening to your voice"

He spoke in a hushed tone, then patted Weisheng Ci on the shoulder and walked out the door. He intentionally quickened his pace, and when closing the door, he exerted a bit of force.

Weishengci shook off his hand, and he whispered, "Your friend is next door; you wouldn't want to scare her, would you?"

Weisheng's face was as pale as paper, yet he stepped forward one step at a time. Weisheng Qi glanced at Lan Xiaochi, handed her a stick of incense, and said: "You come too." His voice had softened considerably.

When the sound of footsteps had completely faded away, Lan Xiaochi poked her small head out from under the covers: "Has your father left?"

Microceramics could only say: "Come in"

Lan Xiaochi rubbed his face, laughing heartily in a chaotic manner, sighing like an orchid. He surprisingly felt a hint of warmth, pulling her to continue walking forward. The solitary tomb covered by ice and snow, the gravestone was adorned with frost crystals. Wei Shengqi stepped forward, reaching out to brush away the frost, the three characters "Murong Xiu" possessed a strange power, piercing through the pain to the bone

He possesses profound internal strength, and Wei Shengqi believes that as long as he can endure the pain, he can control himself. I am sorry, although it is cruel, but you also want to live like a normal person, don't you

Lan Xiaochi asked, "Why? Don't you want to come over?" Her voice was soft and alluring.

He pressed his right hand down, slowly cultivating his energy to calm his frantic heartbeat. Wei Shengqi said: "Father has left. If you are not used to it, you can have her come over to keep you company. However, since you are not yet married, you should not be too intimate. Rest assured, as long as you are well, whoever you like, Father will support you."

Lan Xiaochi asked: "So, are you coming over?"

Micro-bio porcelain said: "I, I want to sleep." The sensation in the right hand, slippery and cool like a book, the lingering smell of blood that cannot be washed away even after twelve years, he buried his head in his arms

The micro-ceramic was unwilling to move forward, its legs seemingly trapped in the snow, weighing over a thousand pounds. Is the bloodied head from twelve years ago, along with that headless corpse, buried right here?

Lan Xiaochi said: "Thank you, Uncle Hanchan"

The right hand of Microceramics began to tremble again, the very hand that once held his mother's head. The woman who always smiled while holding him, kissing him, the most beautiful woman who once fed him and dressed him.

Xiao Jingrou also said: "Qi Ge, Xiao Ci's old ailment has not yet healed, do not pressure him. Have you forgotten what happened back then..."

This is the true reason for his concern; the madness of micro-ceramics has persisted for twelve years without recovery. Whenever he becomes emotionally agitated, his pupils dilate, his mind becomes unhinged, and he falls into a frenzy

Lan Xiaochi got up, hastily put on some clothes, and came to knock on the door. Wei Shengci felt inexplicably nervous upon hearing the knocking. The door was not bolted, and Lan Xiaochi said: "Hurry up and say come in, I'm going to freeze to death!"

He extended his right hand, intending to touch her head, but just as he was about to make contact, he lowered it and used his left hand instead. Her hair was also smooth, adorned with purple flower bells that were interspersed with soft, delicate feathers, resembling her gentle and fragrant presence.

Lan Xiaochi said: "Hmm"

The cemetery is not far away, and although it is a scar that will forever remain in the heart, Wei Shengqi still hopes that he can go there at any time to have a conversation with her

Beside her, Xiao Jingrou said: "Qige, the lady's grave has always been off-limits to outsiders. Miss Lan is a guest, it might not be appropriate, right?"

Weishengci walked slower and slower, and Weishengqi discovered it, but he did not urge him. Lan Xiaochi tugged at Weishengci's sleeve, looking around, and said: "I heard that there is a Jiuwai tree on Jiuwai Mountain, with petals of nine different colors. Is that true?"

He leaned against her, closed his eyes, and took a short nap, surprisingly without any dreams

The sound of gentle knocking on the door did not escape her notice; Lan Xiaochi observed it and cupped his face with both hands: "Xiao Ci, are you cold? Your face has turned pale."

The next day, after having breakfast at https://m.hetushu.com, Wei Shengqi truly had someone prepare incense and offerings, taking Wei Shengci to pay respects to his mother. As he was leaving, he said to Lan Xiaochi: "Xiao Ci's mother is a very gentle person, she will surely like you. Would you like to go together?"

Lan Xiaochi leaned against the headboard, pulling the blanket completely over her and wrapping it around herself. There was no sound from next door; with her skills, she could not even hear the faintest breath of Wei Shengci. She tapped on the wall: "Xiao Ci, are you asleep?"

The delicate fragrance wafted through the air, a familiar scent. Wei Shengci relaxed slightly and said, "Hmm." I must hold back, hold back.

However, now he seems to have some reservations. This is much better, at least he will control his emotions

Lan Xiaochi appeared quite indifferent and said, "Alright."

Microceramics said: "Wait until my father leaves"

When Lan Xiaochi opened the door and entered, a pair of hands immediately covered him in an embrace. Indeed, it was very cold. Yet, it was also very fragrant, a subtle and refreshing cold fragrance that penetrated the heart, allowing one to relax, as all turbulent emotions returned to tranquility

Microceramics said: "No."

Weisheng nodded, and a group of people exited the door

After dinner, Lan Xiaochi and Wei Shengci returned to Chiweizhai. Bu Hanchan naturally ordered someone to add a warm stove and bedding, attending to them with great care. Before leaving, he kindly reminded them: "The young master's room is just next door. It is late at night and the snow is heavy, Miss Lan should rest early and not wander around." Little girl, what stage have you and our young master developed to? If you sneak over at night, I will pretend not to know.

Lan Xiaochi pressed her lips against the wall and quietly asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Weishengci sat on the bed, leaning forward and straining to suppress his trembling. He needed to exert all his strength to keep his voice steady and normal: "Hmm."

Lan Xiaochi said: "What is wrong with you?"

Lan Xiaochi said: "Why do you want to hear me speak?"

No, don't come over, I am afraid

Lan Xiaochi also knelt before the grave, clasped her hands together, and said: "Hello, Aunt Xiu'er, my name is Lan Xiaochi, blue as in blue, small as in small wings. " Then she turned to Wei Shengci and said: "I know you are very sad, everyone feels very sad when they lose their mother. If you want to cry, just cry."

His hands began to tremble, his body felt cold, and even though he clenched his teeth tightly, they still chattered. Microbiome said: "I know this is hard to endure, but you have grown up."

Microceramics said: "I hear you speaking"

Micro-bio porcelain desperately suppressed her trembling: "Hmm, yes." No, she must not let the little wings see it. If they knew she was ill, would they still stay by her side? ... Would they ...? ... Would they flee in panic?

Weishengqi sat at the table, silently and wordlessly—this dog food made one roll their eyes, yet it was unclear whether to be angry or to laugh

The microscope beside him said: "Father, Xiao Ci has just come out; let's allow him a few days to adapt."

However, after Lan Xiaochi fell silent, Wei Shengci also ceased to speak. The father and son sat in silence facing each other. Wei Shengqi said: "Tomorrow, let us pay a visit to your mother’s grave"

Lan Xiaochi said: "So do you want to hear me talk, or do you want to sleep?"

He was sweating profusely, his lips trembling, his gaze filled with terror, and he kept retreating. Lan Xiaochi cursed under her breath, "Damn it, testing this young lady's skills." She gathered her hands in her sleeves, melted two fragrant pills, and applied them to her palms. Then she said, "Xiao Ci, you are sweating a lot."

Weisheng Qishuo said: "What happened that time was because you were ill. Your mother will not blame you, for she loves you the most. Although I am deeply saddened, I am your father. No matter how much it hurts, I cannot hate you for a lifetime. However, Xiaoci, if Miss Lan sees you in such a state of illness, she may not be willing to stay by your side. You would frighten her, and even... even kill her. So, do you understand how serious this is?" But Xiaoci, if Miss Lan sees you in such a state of illness, she may not be willing to stay by your side. You would frighten her, and even... even kill her. So, do you understand how serious this is?

A rare treasure, lost and then found, cannot be surpassed by anything else

In his pupils, faint red threads were visible, and a chill ran through Wei Sheng's heart. He pressed down on his hand, channeling energy to stabilize his emotions, and said: "Xiao Ci! Calm down a bit!"

Weishengqi said: "No, Xiaoci's friends are going to see her, and Tushuxiu'er will definitely be very happy"

The porcelain figurine retreats continuously, no, I do not want to grow up! I wish to die at the age of seven! I do not want to grow up!

He has certainly been paying attention to the micro porcelain all along, and at this moment, he softly says: "Xiao Ci, come over and light some incense for your mother. You haven't visited her in many years; she must miss you very much"

Lan Xiaochi said: "What would I deceive you for"

Is my voice hoarse like theirs?

To bear the pain of memories etched in one's mind with clarity, or to lose one's sanity and live in a state of chaos, I am sorry, my son, there are no other choices

He rubbed his delicate little hands and brought them to his lips to blow warm air. Lan Xiaochi said, "I am so sleepy, I am going to sleep"

Lan Xiaochi said: "When will you take me to see it?"

Weisheng Ci gasped heavily, as if drowning. However, he no longer struggled; the internal energy of Weisheng Qi flowed warmly through his meridians. Weisheng Ci lowered his head, and when his emotions had completely stabilized, Weisheng Qi said: "You cannot keep avoiding it forever"

Weichengci said: "Hmm." She pulled the blanket over herself, leaving only her head exposed, resting in the nook of his neck. The breath was warm, soft, and moist, providing a sense of reassurance

Lan Xiaochi received a pillar, and together with Wei Shengci, they offered several bows and inserted incense into the ground. Wei Shengci bent his knees and knelt in the snow. Like a fish out of water, he exerted all his strength to breathe

Microceramics said: "Good"

The voice was not loud, yet Wei Shengci quickly replied: "No."

Weishengci did not respond, but he has already grown accustomed to his son's lack of response

Lan Xiaochi said: "It's the same. You can also cry, cry very loudly, and then it will be even more the same."

Beside him, Wei Shengqi was quietly gathering strength, fully aware that Wei Shengci could relapse at any moment. He could not truly allow Wei Shengci to harm anyone, especially Lan Xiaochi, who was closest to him. If anything were to happen to her, it was unimaginable what the consequences would be

In the past year or two, it has become increasingly difficult to contain Wei Shengqi without causing him harm.