bayedsolid Chapter 105 On the Road to Exile, Purely Through Acting Skills
Chapter 105 On the Road to Exile, Purely Through Acting Skills
Wenwen suddenly opened her eyes in her sleep, her mind still foggy, and her gaze fell on the candlelight in the corner.
"Sizzle, crackle."
The candlelight in the corner flickered, then suddenly burst into flame, and the flame gradually brought her back to her senses.
During her nap, she had a dream, fragmented and chaotic.
Wenwen looked up at the window; the sky outside was still dark, and there was no more rain.
Considering the situation in the dream, it doesn't seem to make sense, since it's said that dreams in the early morning are the opposite of reality.
She was unsure whether to believe the dream or not, and in her confusion, she heard her sisters' voices.
"Wen'er, you're awake? I was thinking of calling you later."
Wenxia had just finished tying Wenqing's hair when she said, "Perfect timing, come over as soon as you wake up, let me tie and comb your hair."
She really needs to comb her hair properly, and it would be best to also help her sort out the information in her head. She has so much information that she can't make sense of it all, and it's giving her a real headache.
Wenwen grabbed her hair and sat down with a bitter face.
"What's wrong? Still sleepy? Didn't sleep well?"
"It's alright, lie down on the cart for a while and your older brothers and sisters will push you around and you can sleep some more."
Wenwen: "......"
How could she possibly have the nerve to do that?
To be honest, even though her older siblings were happy to do it, she couldn't lie down on it with a clear conscience.
The family has everyone—the elderly, the young, the sick, and the disabled—no, there's also a pregnant woman.
None of these people said they wanted to lie down, but she just lay down without a care in the world. She was worried that Thor would be furious.
"I'm not sleepy, I slept very well."
"And she's still so grumpy when she wakes up, like someone's upset with her." The second sister was the first to scold her.
"I......"
Just then, Auntie San's shout came from the central hall.
"Have you kids finished packing? Hurry up and go to the central hall for lunch. After you finish eating, let's set off early."
Inside the house, the sisters helped each other and urged each other on.
The rest of the people in the room were also racing against time.
Breakfast was eaten hastily and quietly.
Ye Jingchuan pushed open the courtyard gate. "Let's go, I'll take you to the small building."
It was still dark outside, and there was no more standing water on the ground. Only the water pooling near the courtyard wall suggested that it had indeed rained the night before.
Led by Ye Jingchuan, the Wen family followed the old path to the small building.
"I'll see you off here. Farewell, and take care on your journey."
"Uncle, take care!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"Chuan'er, don't worry about your older sister. Write a letter to Father and Mother and tell them not to worry."
"Sister, Xiao Chuan knows."
No need for further words; everything is understood without being said.
Ye Jingchuan stood under the eaves, watching the family turn past the screen wall and walk towards the entrance of the inn.
He had a bold idea in his mind: they might meet soon.
......
It was just past the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and the inn's lobby was completely silent, with lanterns illuminating the front desk on either side of the entrance.
The waiter was fast asleep, slumped over the front desk. The light shone on his face, and a tear glistened at the corner of his mouth.
The sound of so many footsteps passing through the lobby finally woke up the waiter.
"Oh, esteemed guests, you're up early!"
The waiter wiped his mouth, greeted them with a simple smile, and escorted the Wen family all the way to the inn's entrance.
"Dear guests, please take care on your journey, and we look forward to seeing you again."
The waiter's polite farewell and well wishes further highlighted the inn's strong service awareness.
Thank you for your kind words. Take care!
The Wen family spent an unforgettable day and night here, feeling the sincerity of the waiter, and bid him a friendly farewell.
Wenwen thought to herself, "There's no such thing as a free lunch." She glanced back.
The waiter was still standing at the door watching them go. When she turned around, he waved to her.
Wenwen didn't know if Xiao Er's nature was like that or if the inn's service philosophy had deeply permeated the staff.
She truly felt the kindness in the waiter's thoughtfulness.
The family members, who had lagged a few steps behind, turned back and slipped some silver into the child's hand, saying, "Thank you, little brother."
Before the waiter could react, she strode across the street and chased him to the back gate of the post station.
At this moment, the backyard of the post station was brightly lit and noisy, with sounds of arguing coming from inside.
“This is clearly my family’s cart. Look here, and here too.”
"What do you mean 'your family'? It's burned to a crisp, how can you even see clearly? I could say it's my family's."
"This is my house, give it back to me."
"If you're so capable, come and rob us."
"Ouch, ouch..."
A fight broke out in the backyard.
The Wen family members, separated by only a wall, heard everything clearly.
Wen Qilin, who was at the front of the Wen family's procession, realized what was happening and hurriedly shook off Wen Chengjian's arm.
Fortunately, Wen Chengjian was holding onto his arm the whole time. "Hey, Dad, what are you doing?"
"Our cart is still inside, I'll go get it."
At the same time, Wen Qiyuan also tried to pry Wen Chengbin's hands off, and he said anxiously, "Erlang, let me go."
It turns out that both of them were worried about their own carts.
Wen Yuanqian pressed them down, "Eldest brother, second brother, don't move, let them go."
As soon as the words were spoken, Wen Qikang, Yao Changhao, Wen Chengjian, and Wen Chengbin hurriedly entered the courtyard.
Wenwen, standing at the back of the line, was secretly laughing at the resentful looks in her father's and second uncle's eyes.
At this moment, the two looked at their grandfather with a resentful expression, as if their grandfather had let them down.
The family discussed it before leaving home in the morning.
To avoid any further complications, Wen Qilin remained limping and Wen Qiyuan remained blind, except that the cloth strips were see-through.
The two had objected at the time, but unfortunately, their objections were ineffective and they firmly rejected the proposal.
At this time, Wen Yuanqian was still not entirely at ease with his two sons.
"Wulang, come here and hold your father's hand tightly. From now on, you will be your father's eyes, understand? Keep a close eye on him."
"Father, what are you doing!" Second Uncle was still putting up a stubborn resistance.
"I understand, Grandfather. I will keep a close eye on Father. Don't worry, Grandfather."
Wen Chengmo obeyed the instructions, placing his little hand in Wen Qiyuan's palm, and babbling, "Daddy, be good, I'll show you the way."
Wen Qiyuan!
It's really embarrassing for a grown man to be lectured by a young son.
Wen Yuanqian couldn't forget his eldest son. "Qilang, come here too, follow your father, understand?"
Qilang (Wen Chengyu) was young, but he was quite clever. He tilted his head to look at everyone, then at Wen Qilin, and said sincerely, "Father, your legs must hurt a lot. You have to be careful when you walk in the future and take smaller steps, otherwise Qilang won't be able to keep up."
Wen Qilin: "......"
He felt he was being subtly criticized, and at the same time, he was being subtly given a hint.
He looked at his son, who was only a few years old and didn't understand any deeper meaning or guidance; it could only be attributed to the innocent words of a child.
Regardless, Wen Chengyu's words elicited a soft chuckle from his family.
"hehe......"
Wenwen was secretly overjoyed.
The rest of the journey will depend on the acting skills of the father and the second uncle; let's see who can compete for first place.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The familiar sound of a broken gong rang out at the entrance of the post station.