A small wooden table and a shabby chair were placed casually on the roadside of the alley. A canvas was propped above their heads. Usually, it was used to shield them from the sun and rain. But now, it also blocked the dark red glow above their heads, making people feel at ease for no reason.
A bowl of wonton, a little sesame oil, sprinkled with fresh green onions, was steaming hot and fragrant. It was somewhat appetizing, making people salivate and have an appetite.
A big bowl was placed at the corner of the table, with chopsticks and spoons inside. Song Wenji happily took the white porcelain spoon, squinting her eyes to smell the fragrance. She took a deep breath, revealing a somewhat satisfied expression on her face.
Lu Chen looked at her from the side, and then looked at the same bowl of wonton in front of him. After a moment of hesitation, he also picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup, tasting the taste.
Song Wenji was not in a hurry to eat, revealing a somewhat expectant expression. She looked at Lu Chen and said with a smile, "How is it, is it delicious?" Saying this, she sighed again and said, "This is an old stall for many years. I ate here when I was a child. The taste is too delicious."
Lu Chen looked at the bowl of wonton in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then he raised his eyes to look at Song Wenji.
This woman, in Tianzhu Hall and even in Zhenxianmeng, with her identity as the adopted daughter of Immortal Tiehu, could be said to be in the limelight of the younger generation. Even if she could not completely do as she pleased, but most of the time, she should be free to do whatever she wanted.
She had been in Tianzhu Hall for a few years, but in these few years, listening to the meaning of her words, it seemed that she had never returned here to eat the food that she had always been thinking about.
Was it because she had been too busy these years and had no time to come over, or was there another reason?
And these words, which vaguely revealed some secrets, were heard by ordinary people, but for Lu Chen, it was very easy for him to detect the subtle inappropriateness of it. Logically speaking, Song Wenji should have known about Lu Chen's identity and the suspicious points in her words, but she still said it. What did that mean?
Lu Chen was silent for a moment, but he didn't answer Song Wenji's question. Instead, he smiled at her and said, "Looks like you're in a good mood today. Did anything good happen recently?"
"How could there be anything good? There should be a lot of bad things." Song Wenji sighed and scooped some soup with a spoon, but she didn't drink it. It seemed that she was afraid of the heat. She swirled the soup in the bowl twice and said, "Do you know what happened in the Rain-listening Building on the mountain a few days ago?"
"Yes, I went there that night too. I watched from outside the building," Lu Chen said.
Song Wenji glanced at him. For some reason, she seemed a little embarrassed. Her cheeks blushed slightly. At that moment, she was as tender and beautiful as a peach. She was a little shy and a little melancholy. She sighed and said, "I lost face. Did you see it that night? I was very embarrassed, wasn't I?"
Lu Chen said seriously, "A little embarrassed, but when it comes to losing face, it's definitely not like that. That matter has nothing to do with you. It's all that perverted thief's evil deeds. He deserves to die a thousand times, but you are innocent and implicated. "
Song Wenji's eyes flickered like sparkling gems. She didn't look like a little girl who was sad and tearful. She always looked beautiful and charming with a bit of heroic spirit and strength. It was rare to see her weak side.
She looked thoughtful and said, "What you said makes sense. Unfortunately, the world is like this. When a woman is humiliated, even if she doesn't lose her chastity, there will be endless rumors." She looked at Lu Chen and asked, "In the past few days, have you heard those rumors about me?"
Lu Chen was silent. He didn't know what to say for a moment. To be honest, he had indeed heard those rumors. In this cultivation world where men were respected, a beautiful woman with her clothes torn and tattered at night would naturally cause people's imaginations to run wild and imagine many things and scenes.
When it came to these matters, Lu Chen sometimes felt that there was no difference between cultivators and mortals.
He didn't say anything, but Song Wenji naturally knew the answer. She shrugged and didn't look particularly angry. She only smiled and said, "But it seems like you don't believe it. That's not bad. People like you are very rare. I thank you. "
Lu Chen waved his hand and said, "If I really believed those nonsense, then I would be stupid."
Song Wenji's bright eyes stared at him. The expression on her face seemed to be somewhat complicated. After a while, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked Lu Chen, "I heard that a long time ago, you were a shadow in Fuyunji?"
Lu Chen's heart trembled slightly, but his expression didn't change. He nodded and said, "That's true."
Song Wenji seemed to sigh and said, "To be able to go from a shadow that no one knows about to becoming the disciple of a True Monarch in the Floating Clouds Bureau, your experiences can really be said to be legendary."
"I just had a bit of luck." Lu Chen said lightly. Then he looked at her and said with a smile, "Everything was fine. Why are you suddenly interested in my past?"
Song Wenji didn't say anything.
On this depressing and gloomy morning, in this bustling mortal street, they sat on a shabby table and chair in the middle of the crowd, like an ordinary husband and wife in the mortal world. They looked at each other with calm expressions. The people around them didn't seem to notice anything, using the smoke and fire to cover the faint fierceness in their eyes.
… …
"What does it feel like to be a shadow?"
Song Wenji's white, jade-like fingers held the white porcelain spoon and spun it in the bowl of wonton in front of her. As the porcelain spoon gently touched the wall of the bowl, it made a crisp sound. The soup was no longer as hot as before, and there were wisps of white smoke curling up, making her face look a little blurry.
Lu Chen thought to himself that she didn't seem to have eaten a single wonton until now.
After a moment of silence, Lu Chen said, "Probably because I couldn't eat well or sleep well. I was afraid every day, and my heart was always on edge. I always felt that maybe in the next moment, I would be stabbed to death, or surrounded and captured by a group of people, and then tortured to death."
Song Wenji's fingers paused for a moment. In the light white smoke, she raised her head and looked at Lu Chen. After a while, she said softly, "That didn't feel good, right?"
"It didn't feel good, so I chose to stab someone to death with a knife." Lu Chen said with a slightly self-deprecating tone, and then he stretched out his palm and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Look, it's stained with blood."
Suddenly, Song Wenji's hand came through the white smoke and held Lu Chen's hand.
Lu Chen's expression froze, and he almost subconsciously shrank back. He didn't look at Song Wenji, but looked around himself. A fierce intent spread out around him in an instant, and then dissipated.
"I didn't ask someone to ambush you here." Song Wenji said, "After all, you are the most beloved and only disciple of Supreme Tianlan. If something happens to you, no one can bear the wrath of that person, not even me. At that time, I'm afraid even my foster father can't protect me."
Lu Chen smiled and said, "It seems that I still have a good backer."
Song Wenji's eyes were slightly blurred. She looked at the palm in her hand. This man's skin was not delicate, and she felt rough and solid when she touched it. It was as if he was used to holding weapons, but for some reason, it didn't smell blood as she had imagined.
"It's not easy to be a shadow …" she said faintly.
Lu Chen looked at her and didn't say anything.
Then, as expected, she continued, with some emotion and some contempt, saying, "Unfortunately, some people are still racking their brains to do it."
Lu Chen looked at her without blinking. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and there was some coldness in his expression.
Song Wenji didn't seem to care and let go of her hand. But Lu Chen suddenly turned over his palm and suddenly grabbed her slender, white, and soft palm.
Song Wenji looked up at him, her eyes were as clear as water.
Lu Chen looked at her for a while, and the frost on his face gradually receded. After a while, he let go of her hand and said gently, "Quickly eat breakfast, or it'll be cold."
Song Wenji looked down at the bowl of wonton, and used her fingers to scoop up a spoonful of soup. But she shook her head, and with an indifferent expression, she stood up and said, "It's not good anymore. The taste of when I was young is gone."
As she spoke, she threw down the spoon and turned to walk away. Not long after, she left the warm and bustling alley, but in the eyes of cultivators, seemed to be a bit lowly and ordinary. She walked away without looking back.
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