Returning to the shop, Yu Yijun saw Yu Daochen’s unhappy expression and asked in a milky voice, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Yu Daochen shook his head, forcing a smile onto his face. He patted Yu Yijun's little head. "Daddy is fine, just too tired. I'll be better after a sleep."
Seeing that Yu Daochen didn't want to talk about it, Yu Yijun didn't press further. Instead, she handed Yu Daochen the ice cream she had just made. "Daddy, eating ice cream can make you forget sad things."
Yu Daochen took the ice cream and ate it heartily, a smile appearing on his face. "Delicious!"
After finishing, Yu Daochen walked towards the backyard. Perhaps he was truly tired, or perhaps overcome by grief, his pale face now looked even more haggard.
As he reached the door of his room, just as Yu Daochen was about to push it open, Qin Muyu was already standing by the well.
"Did your little disciple leave?"
Yu Daochen lowered his head, his fists clenching involuntarily. He blamed himself, "If I hadn't sent him to learn magic, he wouldn't have died!"
Qin Muyu was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Sleep it off, everything will be alright."
"Mm." Yu Daochen pushed the door open and went inside.
Qin Muyu looked at Yu Daochen’s dejected state and helplessly shook his head.
There is no greater pain in the world than separation by death.
This kind of suffering cannot be intervened by external forces; it can only be diluted by time. .oΓg
Yu Daochen slept soundly, not waking until the next morning when his door was knocked. "Master Yu, the sun is almost on your butt."
Yu Daochen groggily opened his eyes, feeling that the voice outside was rather indecent.
The indecent voice outside sounded again, "Master Yu, if you don't get up, I'm coming in."
Yu Daochen naturally knew that only that guy could make such a lewd sound.
Yu Daochen got up, walked to the door, and pulled it open. He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang with a lewd grin, smiling at him. "Master Yu, did you do something bad last night? You're opening the door so late."
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes. "Scram, do I look like that kind of person?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and looked down at Yu Daochen. "Yeah, with your kidney-deficient appearance, I'm afraid your lower half is also... hmm."
"Damn it!" Yu Daochen cursed and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.
Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly raised his hands in surrender. "No, no, no, I was just kidding, Master Yu."
In the backyard, only Zhang Xiaoqiang's screams could be heard.
After a thorough beating, Zhang Xiaoqiang clutched his nose.
Yu Daochen felt much more comfortable and then asked, "You don't come to my door without a reason. Tell me, what do you want this time?"
"Holy crap, Master Yu, do I seem like that kind of person to you?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yu Daochen, his expression like that of a pure maiden deceived by a scumbag.
"Aren't you?" Yu Daochen rolled his eyes and ruthlessly exposed him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang covered his nose with one hand and his chest with the other, sighing sadly. "These cold words are like knives stabbing my heart. It hurts, it truly hurts. In the end, I had to bear it all alone. My feelings were misplaced, alas."
Yu Daochen just watched Zhang Xiaoqiang's theatrics silently.
Seeing Yu Daochen remain silent, Zhang Xiaoqiang coughed dryly. "Uh, well, aren't you even a tiny bit moved?"
Yu Daochen was utterly speechless. "I'm realizing now that it's a shame you, Qiangzi, didn't become an actor. The Oscars owe you a golden statue."
Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't keep up the act anymore, and a lewd smile appeared on his face. "Let's not talk about this. Let's go to the front shop first. Everyone is waiting for you."
"Everyone?" Yu Daochen looked bewildered. What was this guy up to now?
Zhang Xiaoqiang chuckled. "You'll know when you get there."
Yu Daochen had no choice but to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang to the front shop.
Upon arriving at the front shop, he saw Su Lai and Da Hu also there.
"Master Yu," Da Hu called out.
Beside him, Su Lai chuckled and teased, "Master Yu, did you do something bad last night? You're waking up so late."
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes speechlessly and asked with curiosity, "What's going on today? Everyone's showing up here."
The atmosphere around them instantly quieted down. Su Lai and Da Hu both looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Master Yu, we know you're more upset than anyone that Xiao Fu is gone."
Yu Daochen lowered his head, remaining silent. After a moment, he slowly asked, "How did you guys find out?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang recounted how Yu Yijun had called him last night.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang guessed that Zhou Fu, that kid, had met with misfortune.
Because there weren't many people in this world who could make Master Yu sad, and he himself was one of them.
"Master Yu, cry if you want to cry," Zhang Xiaoqiang said, spreading his arms and even singing, "Men cry, cry, it's not tears."
"Scram!" Yu Daochen cursed, but his heart warmed. Having a few close friends was truly a happy thing.
Even if one of them looked particularly lewd.
And then there was Yu Yijun, that little girl. There's a saying that a daughter is a father's little padded jacket, and it seems to be true.
Yu Daochen put away his sadness. Seeing that Yu Yijun wasn't there, he asked, "By the way, where is my little girl?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang began to explain, "That little girl went shopping with Su Qing (Qiangzi's fiancée)."