tallest building

Chapter 150 Accidentally Breaking

Three days later, Gong Chang'an left home.

These three days were far too rushed. I had to pack my bags, say goodbye to my family and friends, and didn't even have time to say farewell to everyone.

That morning, many families who were usually close to him came to see him off, and the carriages and horses filled half the street.

Gong Chang'an had already cried in Wen Mingqian's room, and apart from her eyes being slightly red, she looked very peaceful.

Everyone who saw him thought the child was mature beyond his years, no wonder he was able to enter the Sanjing Academy.

Feng Tianzhu, Qiao Ziyu, and others naturally came to see him off. Feng Tianzhu cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He had just fallen ill the day before yesterday, but thanks to the alert and clever little dog that Gong Chang'an gave him, it summoned Wu Shi before he had an attack.

"Good brother, who knows when we'll meet again. Remember to write back often when you get there, and don't forget your brother."

"Don't worry, our brotherhood will never change. I will definitely come back to see you as soon as I can return to the capital. Take good care of yourself. I will write to you when I get there." Gong Chang'an was actually very reluctant to part with his group of brothers, but he knew that his fate was not to be swayed by romantic feelings.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Gong Chang'an and Zhang Ma got into the car and drove away as everyone watched them go.

Madam Gong did not see him out; she stayed in her room and wept.

This grandson, with whom she spent the least amount of time, was the one she loved the most.

Wen Mingqian and Sang Er escorted Gong Chang'an out of the city, gave him many instructions, and then they truly parted ways.

Only when Gong Chang'an's carriage was hidden by the trees did Sang Er whisper to Wen Mingqian, "Mother, let's go back! It's windy here, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Let's go back!" Wen Mingqian lowered the carriage curtain, his voice like a sigh.

“It’s still early, Mother, why don’t you go for a stroll in the street and relax?” Sang Er said considerately.

“Then let’s go to Mingjinglou! The original chef there has returned.” Wen Mingqian tightened his cloak.

The weather is indeed getting cold; a warm drink is just what you need at this time. Otherwise, how can you console yourself when you feel lonely and cold inside?

The driver brought the carriage to Mingjinglou. Sang Er got out of the carriage first, asked the manager for directions, and asked for a private room on the second floor.

Then she returned and helped Wen Mingqian out of the car.

The weather was a bit gloomy today, but business at the restaurant was actually good.

There was a fire dragon inside the restaurant, and as soon as you entered, you felt warm all over.

The smell of alcohol made me feel a little lighter.

“Sang Er, it’s not far from here to your uncle’s place. Buy some snacks and go see him,” Wen Mingqian said. “You haven’t seen him for a while, have a meal with him and then come to see me.”

“That’s fine,” Sanger said, wrinkling her nose. “I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

He then went downstairs.

Wen Mingqian was alone in the private room when the food and wine were served in no time.

The four dishes she ordered were the same ones she had ordered the first time she came here. Looking at the dishes and smelling the aroma, it felt like she had returned to many years ago.

"Madam, this is Master Huang's cooking from our restaurant. Please enjoy your meal," the waiter said solicitously before leaving.

Wen Mingqian picked up his chopsticks and tasted it; it indeed tasted just like it did back then. He couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly and poured himself another glass of wine.

Sure enough, some things change, while others remain the same. She will always cherish those things that bring her joy and pleasure.

After drinking the warm wine, Wen Mingqian felt warm all over. He gently pushed open the window, and snowflakes were already falling outside.

This is the first snow this year.

"Chang'an and the others should be staying at Heyang Post Station today. I hope it will be sunny tomorrow and the snow will melt soon." She was worried about her son, feeling both happy and sad.

"Sister, if you were still here, how wonderful it would be if we could drink together by the window." Before he knew it, Wen Mingqian had finished a whole pot of wine. He called the bartender to bring another pot.

As for Sang Er, she strolled around the street for a while, bought some pastries, and then dawdled towards her uncle's silk shop.

He went in through the front door and saw that the waiters were all busy greeting customers, but his uncle, Sang Sanyang, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did that old man go if he's not in the shop?" Sang Er muttered as she walked towards the backyard.

The front and back yards were originally connected, with a door in the middle that was never locked, but Sang Er discovered that the door was locked today.

"What kind of trick are you playing?" Sang Er curled her lip, took out her key, and easily opened the lock.

I don’t know if it’s because of the snow, but the backyard is unusually quiet.

I walked up to the door and pushed it, only to find that it was locked from the inside.

"That old man is probably taking advantage of the cloudy day to sleep in." Sang Er suddenly had a mischievous thought and wanted to scare her uncle. "What's a door bolt to me?"

She picked up a bamboo stick from the yard, gently reached it through the crack in the door, and slowly pried open the bolt.

"Hehehe, I'll scare you when I come in later," Sang Er whispered with a mischievous grin.

Her uncle and his wife were like oil and water, yet also like inseparable friends.

She knew better than anyone where her uncle kept his money.

Sang Sanyang never stopped anyone from taking as much money as they wanted.

The two of them would start arguing after only a few words, and they couldn't stand each other.

The doors and windows inside were closed, and it was snowing, so it was a little dark.

It took Sanger a while to get used to the scene inside the room. There was a fire burning on the tea stove in the outer room, but the fire was very small, only enough to keep the teapot warm.

The inner room door was adorned with an embroidered satin curtain, featuring a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water that Sang Sanyang had never hung before.

"Has this old widower fallen in love?" Sang Er chuckled. "How shameless!"

She tiptoed into the inner room and was immediately greeted by a fragrant aroma.

Sang Sanyang almost never burns incense, so when did he develop this habit? Sang Er wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

Seeing that the bed curtains were drawn, she knew her uncle must be sleeping.

Sang Er stepped forward and abruptly pulled open the curtain, saying, "Sleeping in broad daylight, how shameless!"

She only saw the scene on the bed when she shouted those words, and couldn't help but scream and pull her hand back. The bed curtains fell down again.

Just a brief moment ago, she saw Sang Sanyang sleeping side by side with a woman, their clothes disheveled.

However, most of the woman's face was covered by her messy black hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

Sang Sanyang was naturally awakened as well, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and angry. He shouted, "Nonsense! Get out of here right now!"

Sang Er had never seen anything like this before. Forget about arguing with her uncle, she turned around and ran out.

Once outside, I felt my face was burning hot, almost to the point of bleeding. The snowflakes that fell on my face instantly melted into water.

After standing in the snow for a long time, the initial shock gradually subsided, followed by anger.

"It was clearly you, you shameless old man, who was indulging in lewdness in broad daylight, yet you're scolding me? I'm so unlucky today, to have stumbled upon this scene." Sang Er was extremely annoyed.

Even so, she still felt inexplicably that the woman seemed familiar.

But for a moment, I couldn't remember who it was.