Chapter 767 Song Shuwen Is Rescued

This reaction was different from what he had imagined. According to common sense, losing a child should be an extremely painful and unbearable blow, but Xiyu's performance made Dongfanghong feel a little abnormal.

He couldn't help but begin to wonder if Xi Yu was suppressing his sadness or had something to hide.

Or, is there any unknown secret behind this?

Dongfanghong's thoughts became more and more confused. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this matter was not simple.

The next day, Dongfanghong went straight to Wenxuan's office.

"Wenxuan, I went to see Xi Yu yesterday. Although Xi Yu was sad about his son, I always felt that the level of sadness was wrong and unnatural. Do you think I am overthinking it?"

As Dongfang Hong spoke, she rubbed her chin with her hand, her eyes shining with thought.

Just as Wenxuan was about to retort, the scene when he comforted Xi Yu suddenly flashed through his mind.

She frowned slightly and fell into thought.

After a moment, she slowly said: "From what you said, it seems that it is really possible."

The two looked at each other, tension filling the air.

Wenxuan's brain was running rapidly.

"Perhaps Xi Yu's son is not dead after all."

Dongfang Hong frowned, her eyes full of doubts and contemplation.

"If that's the case, why did Xi Yu do this? What's the secret behind it?"

Wenxuan also looked solemn and shook his head slightly.

"It may be that I want the people behind the scenes to relax their vigilance, but this is just my random guess, and things may not be correct."

There was uncertainty in her voice and concern in her eyes.

There was a hint of hope on Dongfang Hong's face, and he raised his chin slightly and said, "I hope your analysis is correct. It would be better if Xi Yu's child did not die. I have to go to class now. Let's talk about this." Let’s continue the discussion later.”

Wenxuan stood alone in the office, folding his hands on his chest, lowering his head slightly and thinking.

"It would be best if my guess is correct." She murmured to herself.

On the other side, in the store where Hu Lin was located, the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.

Since being scolded by the old man last time, Hu Lin has been more cautious in doing things.

This old man's name is Lin Dajiang. He is usually very serious and intimidating.

On this day, Lin Dajiang was sitting in the corner of the shop as usual when he suddenly received a letter.

He opened the letter and looked calm at first, but as his eyes moved on the letter, his expression gradually changed.

After a while, his eyes turned red, and then he started crying.

His body was trembling slightly, and he held the letter tightly in his hand, as if it was his only sustenance.

Hu Lin was stunned by this sudden scene. He stood aside, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

After a while, Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's grief-stricken look, and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Shopkeeper, what's going on?" Lin Dajiang's face was full of sadness, and his voice trembled as he said: "My nephew... He jumped off the cliff and died. I...I'm in so much pain." His face was filled with tears, and his eyes were filled with despair and grief.

Hu Lin's heart tightened, and he quickly comforted him: "Shopkeeper, people can't be resurrected, so don't be too sad." His tone was soft and full of concern.

Lin Dajiang nodded slowly and said seriously: "You are right, but I still find it difficult to accept it. I want to go to my nephew's house to visit." Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's back, his heart full of emotion, the fragility of life He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Lin Dajiang hurriedly came to Wu Kui's house with a heavy heart.

Before entering the door, I heard a burst of mournful crying.

He opened the door and saw an old woman sitting there crying. She was Wu Kui's mother and his biological sister Lin Shuhong.

Lin Dajiang's face was full of grief and pity. He walked quickly to Lin Shuhong, squatted down, gently held her hand, and comforted her softly: "Shuhong, don't cry, it has happened. You What should I do if my body is broken from crying like this?”

Lin Shuhong raised her head, her face full of tears, her eyes full of despair and self-blame.

Her hair was a little messy, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling slightly. "Brother, Wu Kui was killed by me!" She said painfully, her voice hoarse and sad.

Lin Dajiang's heart ached, and he patted Lin Shuhong's hand gently and said, "Don't say that, how can I blame you?"

Lin Shuhong shook her head, tears welling up again.

"Wu Kui likes a woman, but I don't agree. As a result, he couldn't think of jumping off a cliff. If I hadn't been so stubborn, he wouldn't have..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a sob.

"Shuhong, it's useless to regret now. We have to be strong. Wu Kui has a spirit in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you torture yourself like this." His eyes were full of determination, trying to give Lin Shuhong some strength.

Lin Shuhong stared at the ground blankly, her heart filled with pain and regret. She didn't know what to do. After losing her son, her world seemed to have collapsed.

"Brother, what should I do in the future?" she asked helplessly.

Lin Dajiang held Lin Shuhong's hand tightly and said, "We face it together, and life has to go on. Wu Kui is gone, but we cannot remain immersed in sadness."

At the bottom of the cliff, there was silence.

A young man slowly opened his eyes. The blood on his head had dried and condensed into dark red patches. He is Wu Kui.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wu Kui felt a blur in front of his eyes and his head was very dizzy.

He thought he had come to the underworld.

However, as his vision gradually became clearer, he began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

When he recognized that this was the cliff he jumped off, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Wu Kui struggled to sit up, and felt sore all over, as if his bones were falling apart.

He gently touched the wound on his head, and a stabbing pain came.

"I didn't die, I'm so lucky." He said to himself, with a bitter smile on his face.

Wu Kui's face was instantly filled with pain. He held his head with both hands and shouted in despair: "Why didn't I die? Next, won't it be more painful?"

His eyes were full of helplessness and struggle, as if he was trapped in endless darkness.

Driven by despair, Wu Kui decided to seek death again. He stood up and staggered forward, wanting to find a place to die.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt that he had touched something soft, and his body almost lost balance and fell to the ground.

He looked down and was surprised to find that it was an unconscious old man.

This old man was Song Shuwen.

Wu Kui's heart was filled with doubts. Why was this old man here?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted down and carefully observed Song Shuwen.

He found that Song Shuwen was pale, breathing weakly, and seemed to be seriously injured.

Wu Kui couldn't help but feel a little sympathy. He thought about it and decided to save the old man first.

Wu Kui looked at the unconscious Song Shuwen, and his thoughts could not help but drift back to his childhood.

At that time, he was forced by his parents to follow an old doctor to learn medical skills for a period of time.

Although the old doctor later died and his medical studies were interrupted, he still remembered some basic knowledge of saving lives.

Wu Kui took a deep breath, calmed down, and began to act. He knelt beside Song Shuwen, stretched out his fingers, and kept pinching Song Shuwen's philtrum.

His eyes were focused and nervous, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Every time he exerted force, he silently prayed in his heart that Song Shuwen would wake up quickly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Wu Kui's hands were a little sore, but he did not give up.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, Song Shuwen slowly responded.

Wu Kui was happy and pinched his philtrum more vigorously.

Gradually, Song Shuwen opened his eyes and woke up.

Wu Kui breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Song Shuwen and asked with concern: "Old man, how do you feel?"

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui weakly, moved his lips slightly, but did not say a word.

Wu Kui knew that he was still very weak and needed to rest.

He gently helped Song Shuwen up and let him lean on a stone.

Song Shuwen turned his head with difficulty, looked at the surrounding environment, and a confused look appeared on his face. His voice was weak and hoarse: "Who are you? How did I get here?"

"My name is Wu Kui. I failed to jump off the cliff, but I'm still alive. I found you by accident." His tone was flat, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

"Jump off the cliff? Why jump off the cliff?" Song Shuwen's eyes were full of doubts.

Wu Kui was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Because of some things, I felt that life was meaningless, so I jumped off the cliff. I didn't expect to be alive. Maybe this is God's arrangement."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, and a wave of sympathy surged in his heart.

"Young man, don't give up your life easily. No matter what difficulties you encounter, there will always be a way to go when you reach the mountain, and you will naturally be straight when you reach the bridge."

Wu Kui frowned, his face full of impatience.

"I don't want to hear these words. Tell me what's wrong with you?"

Song Shuwen sighed lightly, and a trace of grief and anger appeared in his eyes.

"I was killed by someone. I guess that person thought I was dead, so he threw me under the cliff." His voice trembled slightly, and he was full of pain when he recalled his experience.

Wu Kui's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Killed by someone? Why? Who is so cruel?" A surge of anger surged in his heart, and he felt unfair for Song Shuwen's experience.

Song Shuwen's face showed fatigue. He waved his hand gently and said, "I don't want to say it anymore. I'm too tired. Young man, don't think too much. You saved me and it's also a great deed. But now I'm very weak and there's nothing to eat. Shouldn't you help me up?"

There was a hint of hope in his eyes, trying to persuade Wu Kui not to commit suicide in this way.

Wu Kui's face was still gloomy. He said coldly, "In this case, I'll send you up and then commit suicide myself."

Song Shuwen sighed helplessly, his heart full of disappointment.

He was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "How did you wake me up?"

Wu Kui replied expressionlessly, "I know medical skills. I learned from an old man for a while when I was a child."

Song Shuwen's eyes lit up, and his face showed surprise.

"So that's how it is. Then we are in the same profession. I am also a doctor." A sense of intimacy surged in his heart, as if he had found a soulmate.

Wu Kui was slightly stunned and looked at Song Shuwen with some surprise.

"You are also a doctor?"

Song Shuwen nodded, with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine all my life and have saved countless lives."

Wu Kui felt a sense of admiration in his heart. He didn't expect that this old man was also a doctor.

Wu Kui said nothing more. He walked to Song Shuwen and stretched out his hand to carefully help him up.

Song Shuwen nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

The two began to move forward slowly, looking for a way out of the bottom of the cliff.

Although Song Shuwen was weak and pale, his steps were surprisingly vigorous.

Wu Kui followed Song Shuwen, looking at his steady pace, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority in his heart.

He didn't expect that the injured old man would be more energetic than himself.

He secretly thought: "This old man is really not simple. It seems that I also need to be strong."

They were walking hard at the bottom of the cliff, and the surrounding environment was very harsh.

There are rugged rocks, overgrown weeds, and some unknown insects shuttled through the grass.

Wu Kui's heart became heavier and he didn't know if they could find a way out.

Song Shuwen seemed to be aware of Wu Kui's mood. He turned his head and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be discouraged. We will definitely find a way out."

Wu Kui nodded, feeling warm in his heart.

He took a deep breath, cheered up, and continued to follow Song Shuwen.

The midday sun shone through the window and shone warmly on Xi Yu's face, making him feel sleepy.

He slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

In the dream, Xi Yu saw Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen's face was clearly visible. He looked at Xi Yu with a smile, as if he was telling something.

Xi Yu woke up from his sleep. He sat up suddenly, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

There was a special feeling in his heart that Song Shuwen was still alive. The feeling was so strong that he couldn't ignore it.

Xi Yu's eyes were full of doubts and expectations. He didn't know what this dream meant, but his intuition told him that Song Shuwen might still be alive.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his mind racing with thoughts.

"Is Song Shuwen really still alive? If he is still alive, then where is he?" Xi Yu said to himself, with an anxious look on his face.

However, there is indeed no news about Song Shuwen so far.

Some soldiers suggested that Xi Yu hold a funeral for Song Shuwen, but Xi Yu would never do this before seeing anyone.

Xi Yu's heart was full of worries. He came to the yard and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt that he should go see Liu Xie.

He wanted to thank Liu Xie for his condolences. So, Xi Yu immediately set off for the palace.

When he came to the palace, he saw Liu Xie and a young eunuch concentrating on playing chess.

Liu Xie frowned slightly, thinking about his next chess move, while the young eunuch stared at the chessboard nervously, not daring to slack off at all.

Xi Yu stood aside quietly and did not disturb them.

He looked at the scene of Liu Xie playing chess with the young eunuch and was filled with emotion.

Such a peaceful scene is particularly precious.

Liu Xie lost one piece, and the young eunuch followed suit. Then the young eunuch said in frustration: "Your Majesty, the slave lost, but your Majesty is still more powerful."

Liu Xie frowned and said angrily: "You slave, you must have lost to me on purpose. It's very boring."

The young eunuch waved his hands quickly and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, this servant has absolutely no intention of doing this."

Liu Xie was about to say something more when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xi Yu from the corner of his eye.

At this time, Xi Yu hurriedly saluted and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, atone for your sins. I didn't salute rashly just now because I didn't want to disturb Your Majesty's chess game."

His face was full of apology and his eyes were respectful.

Liu Xie nodded slightly, the anger on his face softened slightly, and said: "Get up, you don't need to be so polite when you love me."

Xi Yu straightened up and lowered his head slightly, waiting for Liu Xie's inquiry.

Liu Xie looked at Xi Yu, secretly thinking about his purpose.

After hearing Liu Xie's instructions, the young eunuch hurriedly bowed and left. Before leaving, he secretly glanced at Xi Yu.

After the young eunuch left, Liu Xie pointed to the seat next to him and said to Xi Yu: "Xi Aiqing, please sit down."

Xi Yu bowed slightly, then slowly sat down, sitting upright and not daring to slack off at all.

Liu Xie looked at Xi Yu with a hint of concern in his eyes and asked, "Xi Aiqing, why are you here today?"

A look of gratitude showed on Xi Yu's face, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I am here this time to thank you for your condolences to me for the loss of my son. Your majesty's care makes me feel warmer."

After hearing this, Liu Xie sighed softly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. "It is indeed the most painful thing in the world for a person with white hair to send someone with black hair. I hope you will be freed from the pain soon."

His voice was soft but full of sincere emotion.

"Your Majesty's concern will be kept in my heart. I will definitely work hard to overcome the grief and share your worries for Your Majesty."

Liu Xie raised his chin slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, and said to Xi Yu: "Xi Aiqing, can you accompany me to play chess?"

When Xi Yu heard this, he immediately showed a look of respect on his face, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty invites me, and I am grateful for my request."

The attendants quickly set up the chessboard, and Liu Xie and Xi Yu sat opposite each other.

The monarch and his ministers were coming and going, and the situation on the chessboard gradually became tense.

Liu Xie sometimes frowned slightly and sometimes showed a smile, obviously very involved in this chess game.

After Xi Yu and Liu Xie finished playing chess, they felt a little relieved and returned to the house with a hint of contemplation.

As soon as he entered the gate, he saw Xi Zhicai standing there, seemingly waiting for him.

Xi Zhicai saw Xi Yu coming back, took a step forward, bowed slightly and said: "Brother, I'm here to say goodbye and get ready to go back."

Xi Yu was slightly stunned, with a look of retention on his face, and said: "Zhicai, why are you in such a hurry? Stay a few more days."

Xi Zhicai shook his head gently, and said calmly: "I will feel uncomfortable if I stay here for a long time, so it's better to return to my country house."

Xi Yu looked at Xi Zhicai's firm expression, knowing that he was determined to leave, so he no longer forced him, and sighed: "In that case, then you can go back. Be careful on the road, and come back anytime if you need it."

Xi Zhicai nodded, turned and left, and his figure gradually disappeared at the gate of the mansion. (End of this chapter)