Wei Shu

Chapter 72 News
"Father Muwen, you've lost weight again. Haven't you been sleeping well lately?"

Bush's voice was very soft, as if the person in front of him was a fragile crystal statue that would shatter at the slightest touch.

The contrast between this voice and his appearance was so sharp that it was almost ridiculous, and Mu Wen did indeed laugh.

The temperature in that smile was like the sunshine shining on him, bright, warm and quiet, as if the whole spring had been melted in this smile.

At this moment, the advantages of his natural appearance well neutralized the terrifying temperament on his body, and at this moment, smiling at him with his lips pursed like this, also has a kind of convincing power, as if as long as there is him Now, all problems can be easily solved.

"You should focus on the business, my child." He shook his head, with a mild reproach in his tone:

"I know my body well. There's nothing serious about it. It's just an old problem. Compared with you and Yincheng, everything is insignificant."

He still continued to use the old name of the White Frost City—Silver City, and Bush obviously heard it, and seemed a little helpless about it, so he gently corrected him:

"Father Muwen, how many times have I told you that it's not Silver City, but Baishuang City."

As he spoke, he slightly emphasized his tone, and said: "It's fine in front of the kid. When you go outside, don't talk like that again. In case someone listens to you, your identity..."

"I have no identity." Mu Wen interrupted him, the green pupil in the left eye was like an ancient frozen lake, and the chill was oppressive.

"I have no identity." He repeated in a cold voice, and then he grinned, his blackened teeth appearing and disappearing in the sunlight:
"If there is, I'm just a witch doctor wandering on the grassland, a person more humble than dust. No matter what I say or do, it will be like the wind blowing through the valleys and pastures. Leave no trace."

Bush stared at him blankly, and after counting breaths, lowered his eyes: "Yes, father Mu Wen."

While speaking, he raised his hand and touched his forehead lightly.In Jin etiquette, this is the highest tribute to relatives and elders.

"Listen to you, boy," he said.

Mu Wen looked at him with low eyebrows, his blue pupils were covered by the brow bone, so people couldn't see his expression.However, his voice was as gentle as ever.

"Son, there's news from Changli." He leaned over and picked up a piece of paper on the table, which had been in front of him for a long time. He lifted the paper up and shook it at Yizi a few times.

That was not so much changing the subject, but rather trying to appease Bush's emotions, just like every father who tried to appease his son, a little blunt and clumsy.

"What did the letter say?" Bush put down his hand touching his forehead, raised his head, and the expression on his face had returned to normal.

Mu Wen's eyes didn't look very good.He brought the note up to his eyes, narrowed his blue pupils slightly, and read it word by word in the bright sunlight outside the window:

"The sixth cub was very ill and had not been seen for several days; the treasure full of gold and silver was taken by the oldest cub, and now he is counting every copper coin in it.

The lion queen finally left her lair, surrounded by goshawks and hyenas; the she-wolf in lion's skin occupied the place, and in the next half month, she will be the master there, and the goshawks lurking around Eagles and hyenas have to be careful.

The old lion king may not have fallen asleep, he lowered his head, but opened his eyes. "

After shaking the flimsy paper, the wind outside the window shattered the "crash" sound, and Mu Wen let out a strange low laugh: "Hehe, Gurtai's house is always so lively."

Bush sat for a few breaths, then suddenly grabbed the wine cup and drank it in one gulp, and immediately put it on the table with a "dumb" sound, with a complicated expression on his face.

The lions and tiger cubs mentioned in the secret letter are all his relatives.

But thinking about it in turn, this might just be his wishful thinking. Whether people want to recognize him as a relative is another matter.

"It seems that your aunt the queen is going to attack the Hezhen family."

Mu Wen seemed to know that Yoshiko was in a bad mood, so he suppressed his smile at the right time, and then, a trace of worry crept up his cheeks:
"A lone wolf is not scary, what's scary is that this lone wolf may have turned into a wolf, it has a wolf den around it, and the pack of wolves obeys his orders.

What I am most worried about now is whether this wild wolf in Baishuang City has also become a member of the wolf pack?If so, our enemies will be very difficult to deal with. "

Bush let out a faint "oh", raised his thick eyebrows like weeds, and there was obvious mockery in his expression:
"That's why I'm wondering. At this time, they thought of doing it? In fact, they can wait a little longer. When the den of wild wolves becomes a climate, and they take up the entire lion's den, then they won't do anything again." It's too late."

This was an obvious irony, Mu Wen could hear it, and knew that there was a lot of resentment hidden in Yizi's heart.

He leaned forward, staring intently at Bush with blue eyes.Under the sun, his eyes are clearer than lapis lazuli:
"Anger will only burn your eyes, and complaining will only blind your heart. My child, you must take a long-term view. Don't forget the sky beyond the mountain just because of the mountain in front of you."

The singing words, like those eyes as deep as water, made people feel convinced for no reason.

The sneer on Bush's face dissipated, his eyes were slightly closed, and his tense body relaxed.

"Don't be discouraged, child. You are stronger than you think, and calmer than I thought."

In a low and gentle voice, a hand covered with age spots lightly pressed on Bush's shoulder.

The bear's head tattooed with fierce eyes and slits is under this hand, as obedient as a baby.And Mu Wen's tone is soft as if to appease a child:

"You must always remember that every grass and every grain of sand in Baishuang City belongs to you. As long as you hold the things in your hands firmly, the lions and tiger cubs far away in Changli will always rely on you .There will always be people who will listen to what you say.”

He slightly increased the strength of his hand, as if he wanted to make his son feel his heart, and his voice became more and more soothing:
"Child, remember my words: neither storms nor wolves are to be feared, what is terrible is losing the courage to fight. The most important thing you should do right now is to make all preparations to beat those wild wolves. I believe that you will be The one who has the last laugh."

Bush's eyes were completely closed.

Whenever he was confused or angry, his adoptive father could always comfort him and give him light.Those words were like tallow candles, illuminating the way forward for him and preventing him from wandering astray.

(End of this chapter)