That year, her father Bai Ling hanged herself. From then on, she and her brother chose different paths and drifted apart. The number of visits here became less and less every year. Later, they even forgot about it, except for occasionally thinking about it suddenly in the middle of the night.

, thinking that I must come and see it again, but I would forget it again the next day due to various things.

And now, I don’t even know when it bloomed, but when I saw it again, it had already borne fruit!

The man stood under the tree for an unknown length of time. At a certain moment, he left in despair.

An ancestral hall filled with countless tablets.

Lin Wenruo stood in front of the door holding the wine. He placed the unopened sweet-scented osmanthus wine that he had carried all afternoon since it was unearthed on the steps and walked slowly in.

Facing the memorial tablets of Lanxi Lin's ancestors in the hall, the tall Confucian scholar stood quietly in the center, silent.

The night was already dark, and tomorrow was the much-anticipated debate on Confucianism and Taoism. Zhao Rong was preparing to go to bed early, but just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard someone knocking on the door.

He was wearing a robe and opened the courtyard door. He saw two men standing quietly outside the door. They were the Lin brothers, followed by a maid carrying a tray.

Zhao Rong touched his nose and invited them into the door.

Lin Qingxuan looked at Zhao Rong for a moment, then suddenly smiled apologetically, reached out and picked up a glass of wine from the maid's tray, and raised his hands.

"It was Qingxuan who was ignorant and offended Master Zhao before. Qingxuan has deeply realized his mistake. I hope Master Zhao Haihan will forgive Qingxuan!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction. Then he picked up the only glass of wine left on the maid's tray, held it up with both hands, and handed it to Zhao Rong respectfully.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows but did not take it immediately. He glanced at Lin Wenruo behind the man who handed him the drink. The latter saw him looking at him and smiled helplessly.

Zhao Rong understood a little and glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was looking sincerely in front of him. He was silent for a moment, took the wine glass with both hands, drank it all in one gulp, and gestured to pour the glass.
Chapter completed!