The evolution of slime

Chapter 120 Leave
"Brother Wenshan, no, it should be His Excellency Fangte. Wenqin has heard of your name for a long time." Chen Wenqin stood up and bowed, "Actually Miss Dongxue told me about your real identity today."

Fangte was a little speechless for a while, but finally he returned to his original form, a chubby slime one meter tall standing in front of Dong Xue and Chen Wenqin.

"Brother Chen, please forgive me. After all, my status is a bit special, but I sincerely want to invite Brother Chen to the orc tribe."

"Wen Qin knows that if it weren't for this, Your Excellency would not have come to this humble place like me, nor would he have identified himself, and Wen Qin would also like to go to the orc tribe with Brother Fang."

Chen Wenqin never glanced at the beautiful and dignified girl sitting on the wooden bench, as if she didn't exist, and the girl didn't speak, just sat quietly.

Fang Te was really embarrassed, it was like breaking them up by himself, and this Chen Wenqin was really serious, even if you were leaving, you should talk to your girlfriend anyway, just keep silent, Not even saying a word, it makes me really embarrassed, it's like I robbed you.

In the end, Fang Te really couldn't bear the atmosphere, so he could only simply tell him that he was leaving tonight, and he could take him with him, and come to visit again tonight, Fang Te wanted to leave the couple as soon as possible.

"Then please trouble Brother Fang. It's just that it's not too late. Since we've eaten and drank enough, let's go now, so we don't want to delay our schedule."

Fang Te turned around and wanted to get away, but unexpectedly, Chen Wenqin grabbed Fang Te's small tentacles directly, and refused to let Fang Te go. Fang Te really wanted to complain at this time:
Your girlfriend is like this, and you still don't want to comfort her, thinking about leaving?
"Brother Chen! It's okay, I'm just going to buy some special products! I'll come back later."

"Brother Fang!"

Fang Te retracted his tentacles, and hurriedly ran out, not forgetting to close the door when he left.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

After the springy slime left, only a man and a woman were left in the small hut. The man was gentle and elegant, and the woman was beautiful and dignified, but the hut was extremely quiet. But with a little choking.

"Born in Dongxia, raised in Dongxia, Dongxia is my home, but I have to leave."

The man let out a deep breath, stood with his back to the woman, and clenched his sleeves tightly with his fists.

"Have to leave? For what? For your ambition? For the world? Or for your name as the number one talented scholar?"

The woman stood up, leaning on the crude table with her slender hands half clenched, looking at the scholar with her back turned to her with red eyes.

The man didn't speak, just kept silent, his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Say it! Chen Wenqin! Say it!"

The woman burst into tears, raised the wooden teacup and threw it on his back, the tea splashed on his clothes, the teacup fell to the ground, and slowly rolled down to his feet.

"Did you know? If you participate in this troubled world, you will die!"

The woman roared, covered her mouth with her slender hands, tears ran across her palms, and wept silently, but every time the choked sobs were suppressed, it hurt his heart even more.

"Those who have achieved great achievements have already disregarded life and death." He finally spoke.

"Okay! What a place to ignore life and death!"

The woman walked slowly towards the man and stood side by side with him.

"You have your ambitions, you have a heart! You have your choice, and it has nothing to do with me"

She passed him by, and from the beginning to the end, he didn't look at her, and when her back disappeared in front of the door, he slowly squatted down and picked up the teacup at his feet.

His thoughts drifted a little, and he couldn't help thinking of a story.
A story that should only appear in Zhiyi.

In the story, a five-year-old boy lost his parents and lived on the street. However, just like all the stories, someone adopted him, but unlike other stories, the boy was adopted by a rich family. woman.

The girl is only about eighteen or nineteen years old. She is beautiful, dignified, and generous, especially those big watery eyes, which are the most beautiful scenery a little boy has ever seen. Even when the boy grows up, he travels around and has seen countless The landscape and the most beautiful Guijiang River are not as good as the ripples in her eyes.

The woman placed the little boy in a grove, and she built him a thatched hut. Although many people who had seen the hut said it was ugly, the boy thought it was the most beautiful house in time.

The woman taught him to read and write, and brought him a lot of books, clothes, and the boy's favorite food every time she came. The happiest moment for a boy.

Gradually, the boy grew up and became a man, but the girl was always eighteen or nineteen years old. She was still so beautiful, dignified, and generous, and her eyes were still my favorite scenery.

He read more and more books, and his knowledge became wider and wider, and even the teachers in the private schools in the village gradually felt inferior. The name is getting bigger and bigger, and finally some people say that he is the number one genius in the central area.

However, he has never been proud, and he even just laughed off the title of "No. Just more and more.

He knew the identity of the woman who raised him.

As for the identity of a woman, no one in Dongxia Kingdom can compare to her except for the peerless and beautiful empress.
The woman once joked that she would help him find a matchmaker and help him marry a wife with a beautiful appearance and a gentle personality, but the man shook his head and refused. She asked him why, and the man just smiled and looked at her quietly. .

For him, is there anyone in the world who is more beautiful and gentle than her?

It's just that men don't dare to speak out, so what about Dongxia's number one talented person? In front of a woman, what kind of identity can be worthy of her?

Gradually, the man is already 25, but he is still unmarried.

Chen Wenqin put the teacup on the table, picked up the luggage that had been packed under the bed, these clothes were all chosen for herself.

"Dongxue, you asked me why I left, ambition? Talent? The world? Compared with you, what are those? I just want to be worthy of you, that's all."

He walked out of the hut, gently locked the door, looked at this hut that had been around for nearly 20 years and was the most beautiful in the world, he could not help but smile
(End of this chapter)