Grudge Breaker

Chapter 38 Dreams from the Past-
  Song Weichen felt as if he had walked a long, long way in the dark.

Just when I felt extremely tired and about to collapse at any moment, a door suddenly appeared in the completely dark space, with bright light inside. Without thinking, she opened the door and walked in, but was stunned when she saw the scenery inside the house.

"Hey, isn't this Wuqingju? Why am I here?" She looked at the room in front of her and thought to herself, very confused.

Looking again, Song Weichen felt something was wrong. Although this place looked similar, it was not Wuqingju. She looked at the guqin in the center of the room and the greeting card with "Not related to Fengyue" written on the table in front of the window, and her face was very sad. Confuse. Turning around and looking around, it was dark. She seemed to have no choice but to step into the room.

The moment he stepped into the room, Song Weichen felt dizzy. When he regained his composure, he seemed to be a different person, his eyes becoming calm and cold. At this time, a voice sounded outside the door.
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  "Miss Sang Pu, Mr. Mo is here to visit. He said that he made an appointment with you at Marquis Zhao's house. Can you see?" the boy asked through the door, but the door was closed again at some point.

She smiled faintly and said, "See you." She walked to the window table and put away the invitation. Orchid incense was burning in the incense burner in front of the window.

After a while, Mo Tingfeng came in. Today, he was wearing a sky blue dress embroidered with cloud patterns. With clear eyebrows and a majestic aura, who is not fond of such a man?

Mo Tingfeng looked at Sang Pu's room, "This girl's boudoir is quite simple."

"In the eyes of a weak person like me, no matter how good things are, they will become boring after being looked at for a long time. They simply don't keep them. Empty is just color." Sang Pu sat at the table making tea calmly and handed a cup of tea to Mo Tingfeng.

Mo Tingfeng took the tea and drank it, "Girl, you are hinting, don't be too affectionate, otherwise one day, sex will be nothing?"

She smiled, "I don't know when the young master fell in love with me, but Sang Pu is blind."

"From the moment I saw you walking away from the wine table and standing on the porch looking at the moon."

Sang Pu was startled, then returned to normal, and she gave him more tea.

"So your statement 'it has nothing to do with romance' is completely false."

Mo Tingfeng admired the tea cup in his hand, put it down carefully and looked at Sang Pu.

"There is a saying that goes, 'False words reveal the truth, truth and falsehood are the same as falsehood'. The girl is full of talents, do you know the source?"

"It comes from the Shurangama Sutra, and the general idea is that everything is false, and only the true mind is true. So all dharmas are the true mind, and the true mind is all dharmas."

Sang Pu looked at Mo Tingfeng with a half-smile, "Young Master has found a good excuse for his romantic heart."

"I am sincere and don't need excuses." Mo Tingfeng looked at her seriously.

Sang Pu lowered his head to make tea, "There is a saying, 'If a husband makes a promise lightly, he will be distrustful.' The young master is full of talents and sentiments. Do you know the source?"

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

"What's the difference between belief and disbelief? One day, everything will be in vain."

Mo Tingfeng looked at her quietly and said, "Sang Pu, your heart is like a fire. Why do you have to watch the fire from the other side like this?"

Sang Pu drank the tea in his cup and was quiet for a while, then looked at him and said, "Let me take you for a walk in the courtyard."
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  She led him walking slowly in the yard, pointing to a place in the middle, "That used to be the red silk room. I saw with my own eyes that man swore that he would marry her, and she also firmly believed that he would marry her. Later... Hongxiao jumped into the well with a big belly. And that man, I saw him in the yard a few days ago holding Jinque in his arms and drinking. "

She pointed to another place, "That's Cui Qiao's room. Cui Qiao is a widower like me. She was redeemed as a concubine by a rich man six months ago. Everyone was very happy for her. But last month , was sold back by the master, and contracted an incurable disease.

After walking a few more steps, we entered a small courtyard, where could be faintly heard intermittent silly singing, "That's Oriole, a girl who looks like a hibiscus in clear water. She met a scholar by chance. The two fell in love with each other to death. She valued all her belongings." They all gave it to that scholar to take the merit examination. That man really didn’t disappoint her, but it’s a pity that after high school, he came to this courtyard to listen to music and have fun... The people in the audience were nominated for the gold list, and they didn’t recognize the old acquaintance on the stage. "

She led him out of the yard and looked at Mo Tingfeng quietly, "You said sincerity is like fire. I grew up here and have seen all kinds of flames disappear after the embers, but I can't see sincerity."

Mo Tingfeng was eager to confess, "Sang Pu...I am different from them."

Sang Pu raised his head, stared at him with bright eyes and asked seriously, "Why is it different?"

However, Mo Tingfeng couldn't answer.

She smiled, "But I'm just like them."
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  Mo Tingfeng felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The woman in front of him was like a mirror, the more he wanted, the more he wanted to miss her from his fingertips.

Sang Pu saluted, "Please come back, Mr. Mo. I agree to be the music director of the ceremony, and I don't need your sincerity."
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  Song Weichen woke up, and his eyes rolled slightly under his closed eyelids.

At some point, she had been moved from the ten thousand-year-old jade bed to a soft couch. She felt that her body was much more relaxed, and there was no burning tingling sensation in her chest. Her body temperature seemed to have returned to normal, and her body was no longer sore. It was sour, but she didn't bother to open her eyes.

She was still thinking about the dream just now - she had had this dream many times before, but she didn't have a name in the dream at that time, and this time he called her Sangpu. Sang Pu, isn't this the name Mo Tingfeng randomly gave himself when he was perfunctory with his boss at Wangyue Tower?
  It is said that what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night. It is clearly what you think about every day and what you dream about at night!
  Since the face of the man in the dream last time was Mo Tingfeng, he even changed his name in the dream by rubbing his nose and face when he appeared this time.

Is it ridiculous to be bullied in a dream? ! Thinking of this, Song Weichen was a little angry. He pouted his mouth and let out a soft snort.

"You finally woke up." Mo Tingfeng's gentle voice came to his ears.

He has been guarding her every step of the way.
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  When Song Weichen heard Mo Tingfeng's voice in her ears, she closed her eyes tighter and moved her body in the opposite direction to him. Thinking of everything before, she ignored him. "You have every reason to be angry. It's because I didn't protect you."

Song Weichen, who still had his eyes closed, turned his head further to the side.

He looked at Song Weichen who was crouching and pouting, and for no reason he remembered the night when she fell asleep in his room, kicking the quilt into a mess. Although he tried hard to convince himself to leave her alone, he still couldn't help but do it again and again. Tuck her into bed.

He thought that maybe at that time he had already subconsciously felt that she was important.
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  Song Weichen suddenly felt that she was being gently held in Mo Tingfeng's arms. His arms were big and gentle. Although she was angry, she was reluctant to struggle, so she was held by Mo Tingfeng in a daze.

"Am I, Song Weichen, such a greedy man?!...Okay, I am."

She thought to herself, her face turned red, and she could even hear her own heartbeat.

"Wei Wei, you are very important to me."
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  Song Weichen's heart skipped a beat. What was this thousand-year-old ice cube saying? Did I hear it correctly? She blinked her eyes, he actually didn't call me by my first and last name, but called me Weiwei? What's going on? Am I dreaming within a dream? Or did I break my brain when I fell down the mountain?

"Ahem, boss, you now give me the feeling that Zhang Fei doesn't go into battle to kill the enemy, but wants to charm the enemy with his handsome man trick..."

"You are always like this, saying weird things and confusing me."

He let her go and looked at her seriously.

"Originally, you were in the world and I was sleeping, and we had nothing to do with each other. Later, when you were a suspect and I was a catcher, we had a clear stand. Then, when you were an executive and I was Si Chen, we were in an orderly relationship. Now I can't tell the difference. Qing, what is our relationship...I am only sure of one thing, you are very important to me."
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  Song Weichen felt like his head was going to shut down. What was going on? It was just an illness. Why was the information overload so severe when I woke up? I feel like I need to clear the cache.

She sat cross-legged on the soft couch and looked at Mo Tingfeng, then suddenly reached out to touch his forehead, and then touched herself, "You must not have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?" She leaned closer to him and smelled, "Oh - —You were drunk and you were talking drunkenly."

He couldn't laugh or cry, "I was drunk, but I told the truth."

"It's sincere again..."

Song Weichen glanced upward and began to recall, "What was that sentence in my dream just now? What kind of words... Shinji? Forget it, I can't remember. You men love to tell the truth so much."

Mo Tingfeng was shocked and looked at Song Weichen in disbelief, "Are you trying to say that lies are obviously true, but truth and falsehood are the same as falsehood?"

"Yes, yes! You are very good. You can remember such difficult words, and you actually know what I want to say. I guess we should play with you. There is no one else who has such a tacit understanding!"

Song Weichen was completely unaware of Mo Tingfeng's strange behavior and kept talking to himself.

"How could you...think of this?" Mo Tingfeng's hands were shaking slightly unconsciously.

"Oh, you just said the truth or something. I happened to have the same dream as before, and I was also telling the truth in the dream, so I remembered it." Song Weichen said irritably.
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  Mo Tingfeng felt that his heartbeat was about to stop. Could it be that Zhuang Yuheng had opened his mouth?

"Am I...still in your dream this time?"

Looking into Song Weichen's eyes, Mo Tingfeng asked cautiously. His expression was both hopeful and painful, wanting to get the answer but also afraid of getting the answer.

Song Weichen snorted, "Don't mention it. Since the man's face in the last dream became yours, if I have the same dream again, it will be you."

"Then what was your name...in that dream?"

"Why do you care so much about my dream?"

Song Weichen didn't know what was going on. Seeing that he seemed to be very nervously waiting for an answer, he still answered honestly, "I was originally called Song Weichen, but since you randomly gave me that name at Wangyue Tower that day, I The name became Sangpu."

Is it really her? For thousands of years, he asked Huang Quansi to help search for the whereabouts of Sang Pu's reincarnation every few decades, but there was no news about her as if she had evaporated from the three realms. Unexpectedly... He thought randomly, and there were too many questions at the moment. But he was unable to discern it carefully, and he only felt the pain of backlash entering his heart and marrow.
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  puff! Mo Tingfeng spat out a mouthful of black blood on Song Weichen's body and the soft couch, and he knelt down in front of the soft couch.

She subconsciously slid down from the soft couch and knelt down next to him, nervously wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth and face with her hands.

"What's wrong with you? Boss, don't scare me!"

Song Weichen's whole body was numb. She had never seen such a scene before. How could she be such a good person and vomit blood while talking?

The last time I saw someone talking could make someone vomit blood, it was the couplet with Tang Bohu in Stephen Chow's movie, but that was a movie, brother, don't be serious... Song Weichen's mind was full of chaos - she had already coughed up blood before Unconscious, of course not knowing that he looked just as scary then.

Mo Tingfeng's heart pulse was violently turbulent, and the backlash of the Emotion-Destroying Restriction was particularly fierce. It was visible to the naked eye that a substance like gold sand began to emit from his body, and his magic power began to overflow.

The situation is extremely critical!
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