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The Xiao San helped Song Yunqian to sit down. Without saying anything extra, Song Yunqian directly went into the main text and asked Zhu Fangyuan, "This king saw that wheelchair just now. This king wants to ask you, did you make that wheelchair yourself?"

Zhu Fangyuan subconsciously looked at Wen Yi, but Wen Yi also did not expect for him to suddenly ask this question. She looked at Zhu Fangyuan nervously.

Zhu Fangyuan stabilized his emotions and said: "That's right, I made the wheelchair myself."

This kind of wheelchair was not something that could be created casually. He had always thought that it was Wen Yi's idea to go out and look for Xiao Qing's father to create it, but who would have thought that it would actually come from Zhu Fangyuan.

He asked, "Three years ago, you never made such a wheelchair?"

Zhu Fangyuan was slightly surprised, and asked in reply, "How did the Prince know? Three years ago, I did do another one. "

"Then who did you give it to?" Song Yunqian held his breath and asked.

Zhu Fangyuan shook his head, "I don't know her. She said that her man's legs were crippled and he couldn't walk, so he begged me to give it to her. At that time, I saw how deeply she treated his husband, and begged me for half a day, so I gave it to her."

Song Yunqian stared at him in a daze as a strong wave of grief surged up in his heart. She treated him as her man, and what did he do to her in the end? The things that happened to Wen Yi before he died appeared in his mind. Scenes after scenes, he hugged her until she finally died, causing his to continuously bleed from the corner of her mouth. He saw the wounds on her feet, full of pinholes. The blood at the corner of her mouth and the pinprick in her foot were eternal pain in his heart.

He stood up shakily, turning around in a panic. Xiao San went forward to help him, but was stopped by him, and said in a heavy voice, "Don't touch this king."

Zhuge Ming looked at Wen Yi with tears in her eyes. She also stared at Song Yunqian with a pained expression. He sighed in his heart: "Silly girl, if you had the intention of hiding your identity, would you not arouse suspicion by revealing such an expression?" You're just as you used to be. Three years of training, had only improved your medical skills, did not pollute your humanity.

Song Yunqian walked down the stone steps. His body swayed and then fell to the ground with a thump.

Before she flew out, Xiao San and Xiao San had already helped Song Yunqian up. Song Yunqian raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "This king is fine, prepare to send the funeral!"

Wen Yi's body had gone limp as she fell on the chair.

Zhu Fangyuan held her hand and pressed down once more, as if he could give her strength to continue on like this.

Wen Yi's tears threatened to fall as she muttered: "We can't live on anymore!"

Seeing Wen Yi like that, Zhu Fangyuan suddenly became energetic and said: "Wen Yi, let's go. No matter how difficult it is, we must endure!"

People were always like this; they couldn't walk away from their own sorrow. When they saw that others were more unfortunate than them, they would give themselves the strength to persevere. After all, things had not yet reached the point of complete despair.

During the funeral, Song Yunqian insisted on walking away. With his body, how could he be so willful? Wen Yi was at the front and occasionally turned his head and saw his pale face and tightly-knit brows.

She had always thought that her love was not deep enough, but she had never thought that it would go so deep into her bones.

She didn't want to go anymore, but she was afraid that Zhu Fangyuan would lose control when the old general buried him, so she followed along step by step.

When he was being buried, Zhu Fangyuan turned his face away and stared at the pile of dirt on the ground. No matter how grand the scenery was, they had all turned into a pile of dirt after death.

He sighed deeply in his heart as tears streamed down his face.

Wen Yi held his hand the whole time, quietly guarding his side.

His heart was in pain because he knew that Wen Yi would leave him forever in the future. At that time, he wouldn't even know where he would go in this space-time.

After the old general was buried, it rained heavily for a few days. Autumn Rain seemed to be worried, but the hearts of the people did not seem to be able to get excited.

The second day after the old general's funeral, Wen Yi rode her Chief of Hair out to the general's residence with her life in her arms and stayed for the time being. During this time, Zhu Fangyuan needed her company.

She still went back to the clinic every day to see a doctor. Zhuge Ming's medical fees were cheap, so many commoners came over to see a doctor. In these few days, Zhuge Ming rarely returned to the medicine hall, and stayed at the palace to take care of Song Yunqian. She found out from the other doctors that Song Yunqian's injuries were showing signs of worsening, which should have been caused by his overwork on the day of the general's funeral. With Zhuge Ming watching over her, she was not worried at all. Furthermore, Zhuge Ming did not ask her to help him, which proved that the situation was still within his control.

At night, when she returned to the General's Estate, she would lie on the long bed and talk with Zhu Fangyuan. By then, the weather would have already started to turn cold, and the meaning of autumn would be even deeper.

"You've been here for years. Why don't you find someone to accompany you?" Wen Yi rested on his private pillow. Looking at the osmanthus trees outside the window that were trembling due to the autumn wind, the leaves had already turned yellow, and after being blown by the wind, they twirled in the air a few times, then slowly floated down.

Zhu Fangyuan sat beside her with the tea table right in front of him. On the table there was a set of tea set, he washed the tea leaves with gentle movements, and upon hearing Wen Yi's words, he smiled faintly, "I've always held onto the hope of returning home, why must I hurt others?"

Wen Yi let out a long sigh, "Going home is easier said than done!"

Zhu Fangyuan made a sound of acknowledgement, and poured the boiling water into the teapot, then slowly poured it out and poured a cup for Wen Yi, "It's not like you don't know that we people have no roots and no roots, and will leave at any time. We used to have beautiful wishes, and after we woke up, we would go home."

Wen Yi asked: "I've never asked you before, how did you get here?" She took the teacup from his hand, took a sip, and said, "If you have painful memories, don't mention it."

Zhu Fangyuan laughed, "What's so painful about that? No matter how painful, it can only be now. "

He took a sip of the tea and looked at the dark tea in the cup, "Speaking of which, it was also five years ago. I am a civil servant. I work at the Clear Water Yamen and chat and fart every day to read the newspapers. Of course, you also know that not all public servants are so free. My boss, our section chief, was a nuisance. He got into bed with my soon-to-be-married girlfriend, like a bloody novel. I couldn't take it, I drove away, I drove for a long time, like a madman, until the car crashed into a rock, I fainted, and when I woke up, I was here. "

It was simple, but there must be something in it that made him speechless.

Wen Yi's eyes lit up, "You did not pass through with your car, you did not do it with your soul, which means the time tunnel is real. Maybe, when we went back to find the place where you met with the problem, we would be able to find the time tunnel."

Zhu Fangyuan shook his head, "You think I haven't? Nothing, not even my car. That is to say, only my people and the things I carry with me. "

Wen Yi replied as she continued lying down in disappointment. After a while, she asked, "You were a civil servant before, so why did you use a wheelchair?"

"This is my hobby. I have always liked inventions since I was young. When I was in primary school, I wrote down my ideals. I wanted to be an inventor."

"A wheelchair is not your invention." Wen Yi turned her head and looked at him.

Zhu Fangyuan laughed, "But in this era, a wheelchair is my invention."

Wen Yi pulled his hand and said unhappily: "Second Senior Brother, let's get married." She had recently given him a nickname, Old Pig, and he called her Old Wen, Bibi Ma Wen. He was the eldest senior brother, and Old Pig was the second senior brother. She had always argued back, not willing to admit this nickname, and had even used the fake name that he used when contacting Xiao Qing's father previously. Unfortunately, he was Old Pig, and Wen Yi had already confirmed his identity. In the end, there was no other way around it. If a good man didn't fight with a woman, then he could only accept it. However, he didn't give her any advantages, as she was currently a dead monkey.

Zhu Fangyuan looked at her and said seriously: "I, Old Pig, will not talk about marriage before I obtain the Sutra of Truth." Didn't he know what she was up to? They just wanted to stop their own thoughts, and stop Song Yunqian's.

Wen Yi held her head, and sighed three times, "Am I that bad?"

"You are very well, but it is not me who should make a cup of tea!" Zhu Fangyuan took a sip of the tea in his hand and then clicked his tongue, "You, it's better to quickly settle your problem with Song Yunqian. I think that Zhuge Ming is already suspicious, he will know soon."

Wen Yi said: "Zhuge Ming did see through a few things, so I tried my best to avoid coming into contact with him. Before I died, I was clearly Yang Luoyi's identity. How did they know about Wen Yi? Sigh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used that name. "

"You don't have to come back!" Zhu Fangyuan said.

"That won't do, if I don't use the needles again, Song Yunqian's legs will be crippled. Furthermore, I won't be able to let him go!" Wen Yi did not hide anything in front of Zhu Fangyuan.

My dear friend, that's about the situation they were in.

"Even if you can't let it go, you have to let it go. That day, I felt pity for the person who saw him lose his soul. If he had to endure this again, I don't know if he would be able to hold on. You shouldn't think that men are strong. In fact, men are the weakest." Zhu Fangyuan sighed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about something joyful." Wen Yi changed the topic. His heart was as heavy as the weather outside, it was heavy as if a great storm was brewing.

Zhu Fangyuan glanced at her, "What's there to be happy about? "That's your aunt from this month."

Wen Yi hit him, "Nonsense, how is this something joyful?"

"Who knows how many women are afraid of their aunts not coming. It's a good thing that you're here!"

Wen Yi felt that tonight's topic was too heavy. The two of them were like silkworms trapped in a cocoon, trapped by the vexed silk that she spat out, unable to escape.

The rain finally started to fall again. It was as if the world had fallen into a calamity and there was no daylight left.

This heavy rain had blurred the eyes of others, blurred all the sorrows and joys of the world.