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Capítulo 34

But he also understood that the wind could not be grasped.

He took her hand and shook it gently. Her brows relaxed, and she looked at him with a smile, calling out, "Yang Shen, don't get stuck on this."

A warm feeling welled up inside him, and he nodded. The two of them sneakily went downstairs, peeking their heads out from under the handrail to see what trouble Shu Jun had gotten into.

It was already very late, and the inn had long passed its closing time, but none of the staff could leave, all because of the young man in crimson gauze in the corner of the lobby.

He simply sat there, without even needing to speak, and in everyone's eyes, he was like a newly blossoming flower, beautiful and fragrant.

This flower successfully attracted countless bees and butterflies; women of all ages surrounded it, eager to exchange more words with it, not caring whether it was day or night.

The men tried to persuade them again and again, sighing repeatedly, but the girls' feet were rooted to the spot in the lobby, and they just wouldn't budge.

Yi Chun saw Shu Jun's dark face from afar and couldn't help but chuckle: "So it's Nu Nan. He's all angry, like a big eggplant."

Yang Shen could only force a smile and agree with her.

"It's so late already. I wonder who could have kept you waiting like this, young master. How rude of them."

A strange girl, yet her words sounded familiar. Shu Jun, supporting his chin, suppressed the urge to throw the tea at her and said coldly, "It's so late and you're still not going home. That's truly impolite."

"He looks so pitiful, he's about to cry..." The girls looked at his slightly twitching cheeks and felt extremely sorry for him. "Don't worry, young master, we'll wait with you. We'll definitely wait with you until you find that person."

He frowned, rubbed his temples, and muttered, "Please get out of here, get as far away as possible..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sweet, delicate voice came from up the stairs and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, my lord."

The little pumpkin's voice rang out as he added another pearl flower to his head, dressing up in a flamboyant manner. Like a butterfly, he rushed down the stairs, grabbed Shu Jun's neck, and plopped down on his lap in full view of everyone.

Shu Jun's expression softened slightly. He grabbed a small fleshy spot on the back of the boy and said fiercely, "You brat, you're only just arriving now!"

Little Pumpkin felt extremely wronged: "Master, it takes time to pretend to be a woman."

To onlookers, however, their affectionate whispers and playful banter, one with a hint of reproach and the other with a shy smile, seemed incredibly real. The girls could clearly hear their fragile hearts shattering into pieces.

"This...could she be the young master's wife...?" the persistent girl asked in a trembling voice.

The little pumpkin blushed slightly, bowing its head shyly.

Shu Jun smiled slightly, tucked a stray hair behind his ear, and said softly, "Please excuse my rudeness. My wife is always very willful and shy. It's getting late, so you should all hurry back and not worry your families."

The girls looked at Little Pumpkin's exquisite appearance with envy and jealousy, feeling somewhat inferior to her.

Unfortunately, the good men we can find these days are either gay or already taken, while the remaining unclaimed women are all rushing headlong into the dung heap.

The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be... The girls sighed and finally dispersed.

Shu Jun let out a long sigh of relief and pushed the little pumpkin away: "You came unusually late today, did you encounter a ghost?"

Little Pumpkin winked and whispered to him, "Master, guess who I bumped into? You remember those two, right? Turns out they're not just siblings, I saw them hugging without closing the door..."

"Shu Jun!" Yi Chun's cheerful voice came from the stairs again. She waved to him and walked over. Little Pumpkin immediately shut up.

Shu Jun rubbed his forehead, suddenly wanting to sigh: "If we leave, the jackals will come, but the tigers will."

"So you haven't left Tanzhou yet." Yi Chun walked over with a smile, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to them. Suddenly, she felt something was off. She turned around and saw that Yang Shen was still standing there, not coming over. He made a gesture expressionlessly, turned around, and went upstairs by himself.

She quickly got up to chase after him, but before she knew it, Shu Jun grabbed her arm and said, "Sitting down is fine, don't be shy."

He smiled innocently, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Bored while waiting, he couldn't resist finding something naughty to do, and this pair of senior and junior siblings was a perfect pastime.

"You have dirt on your face." Shu Jun naturally reached out and wiped away a small black spot on her nose.

"Her hair is a bit messy." I'll straighten her hair while I'm at it.

Turning my head to look again, I saw that the young man surnamed Yang indeed went upstairs with a dark face, probably not going to sleep well tonight. Like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, he smiled with bright, sparkling eyes.

"I thought you had left Tanzhou a long time ago. Weren't you out sightseeing?" Yi Chun didn't notice his little actions at all and poured herself a cup of tea.

After the person left, Shu Jun listlessly stroked his chin and said, "Mind your own business. I'd rather stay."

Yichun smiled, not minding at all, downed the tea in her cup in one gulp, stood up and said, "It's getting late, you should all get some rest too. Farewell."

Shu Jun said lazily, "You're the one who said we should make friends, right? Is this how you make friends?"

Yi Chun asked curiously, "Then how do you suggest we pay?"

He's the one who's impatient, he's the one who doesn't let anyone get close, and now he's even blaming her for not knowing how to make friends. This person is truly willful.

He rolled his eyes and said, "At the very least, you should treat me to a meal or tea, and always be there to help me if I'm in any trouble."

Yichun smiled and shook her head, saying, "What you want are rich followers, not friends."

He glared at him: "Who said we're not friends? There's a saying that you'd go to great lengths for a friend, but I'm not asking you to stab me in the back."

She shook her head again: "You think too highly of yourself, but I see you as an equal. I'd go to great lengths for a friend, can you?"

Shu Jun was speechless again in front of her. He certainly wouldn't lose if it came to arguing, as sophistry was always his forte, but for some reason, he didn't want to argue with her today.

So he just blinked and said, "Ugh, you're so annoying."

Yichun waved his hand and said he had a good dream. He turned to leave, but the inn door was pushed open forcefully, and a hunched old man in gray clothes with a sleazy face walked in carrying a large bundle.

Ignoring the men's calls, he walked directly to Shu Jun, placed the bundle on the table, and said, "After running around for more than ten days, I've finally found everything you wanted."

Shu Jun sighed: "I wasted more than ten days in Tanzhou for nothing. Since you didn't get it right, you should have sent someone to inform me earlier so I could wait."

The old man chuckled: "Still the same impatient person as before, with absolutely no patience. You can see for yourself whether this is what you're looking for."