363: Chapter 362: (6 more updates) 363: Chapter 362: (6 more updates) “Auntie, are you all right?” Wu Lan worriedly supported the elderly woman, noticing how she appeared, it seed that the elder lady indeed knew Uncle Xu.
However, at that mont the elderly woman had no mind to answer Wu Lan’s question.
She looked at Xu Wentian in shock, reaching out her trembling hands, which shook incessantly in the air, shivering several tis.
Her lips also quivered, her eyes filled with incredulity and astonishnt.
How, how could it be possible, how could this man be her Wentian?
Her Wentian was clearly already dead.
The elderly lady couldn’t help but cover her mouth.
Xu Wentian just stood there in front of her, leaning on his cane, bending at the waist.
His face, full of wrinkles, was overtaken by tears as he struggled to walk over.
His hands helplessly reached out into the air, wanting to call her na, yet he didn’t know what it was, this sense of powerlessness made Xu Wentian both anxious and irate.
What was more was the unspeakable sorrow, this was his wife.
It was the wife he had searched for over thirty, almost forty years, yet he couldn’t even call out her na.
This profound sense of helplessness, no one understood it better than Xu Wentian; he kept opening his mouth, “ah, ah,” calling out, but in the end, nothing ca out.
The elderly lady covered her lips in disbelief, watching as Xu Wentian shakily approached her.
Even as ti passed, even as they aged, the mont he looked up, the elderly lady recognized him as her Wentian.
This was the man she had fought to bring back.
But how could it be possible?
Her Wentian had clearly died, she had buried him with her own hands.
How could this man before her be her Wentian?
The elderly lady was so shocked by the person in front of her that she forgot to react.
Even though all possibilities told her Xu Wentian couldn’t possibly be alive,
the reality was the person standing before her was indeed her man.
If Xu Wentian could recognize her at first glance, how could the elderly lady not recognize Xu Wentian?
After decades, in the midnight dreams that awoke her with tears, she dreamt of the scene when he died, and she held him, weeping.
So stricken with grief at the ti, the elderly lady had wanted to follow him in death several tis, holding him close until his corpse rotted and stank, yet she couldn’t bear to leave him.
It was only when the unattended, hungry faces of children who had not eaten for two or three days awoke her that she steeled her heart and buried him.
All of this was simply too inconceivable.
Her Wentian had clearly lost all signs of life in her arms.
How could it be possible?
However, no amount of impossibility could withstand the elderly lady’s longing for Xu Wentian.
Seeing him shakily leaning on his cane approaching her, the elderly lady’s eyes blurred with tears as she struggled past Wu Lan, struggling to walk towards him.
The two elderly people, separated by two or three ters, felt as though they were light-years apart.
They extended their hands towards each other, their vision blurred by tears.
Before they could get close, the elderly lady trembled her lips, calling out to him, “Wen…”
Her mouth opened for a long ti, but the last syllable “tian” just wouldn’t fall.
She gazed dazedly at Xu Wentian across from her, like a mute who had lost the power of speech, her mouth agape, managing to utter only one word.
Her throat was so choked that she could not utter another word.
Wu Lan had already quietly gotten into the car, leaving with Elder Master Jin.
“Wen…
Wen…”
The elderly lady raised her hand to wipe away tears, and Xu Wentian, sobbing and laughing, wiped his own, trying to see the person before him clearly.
But sadly, the tears seed to defy him; no sooner had he wiped them away did they surge out again, preventing him from seeing her clearly.
Having not seen her for nearly 40 years, how could Xu Wentian allow tears to obstruct his sight?
This was his wife.
Trembling, the two finally grasped each other’s hands.
The last word the elderly lady needed to say finally fell.
“Tian…
Wentian…”
As strong as the elderly lady was, she suddenly couldn’t control her crying; her voice was hoarse with sobbing, as if every additional word felt like swallowing iron, extraordinarily difficult.
Xu Wentian also opened his lips, calling out “ah, ah,” wanting to call her na, but ultimately failing to do so, which turned into another word.
“Eh…” he responded continuously, “I am Wentian.”
As he finished speaking, the elderly lady suddenly began to cry out loudly with an “ah,” her sobbing voice as if obstructed; gasping and choking as if running out of breath.
Hearing her crying, Xu Wentian hastily walked over, wanting to hold her.
But because she walked too hastily, her hand leaning on the walking stick accidentally veered forward, and she fell to the ground with a dull thud.
At the mont he fell to the ground, Xu Wentian’s first reaction was to tilt his head back to look at the elderly lady, fearing that if he didn’t see her for even a second, she would disappear.
Eventually, the elderly lady ca to her senses, took two steps forward, and struggled to kneel before him, her trembling hands cradling Xu Wentian’s face.
“Wentian, you are my Wentian…” the elderly lady sobbed, “Have you co to take ho?”
At this mont, the elderly lady could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
If it was a dream, she hoped she would never wake up.
Because the dream was too realistic, she could feel his body warmth, unlike in her dreams where she could only ever see Xu Wentian calling her na from afar.
Whenever she ran towards him, he would suddenly vanish, turning into shattered glass before her eyes, and in a blink, the scene would transform into the one from his death.
Xu Wentian held her, also crying, and pressed her trembling hand against his face: “I am your Wentian.”
She had aged, and so had he.
In their mories, they were still the handso and beautiful figures in each other’s eyes from their youth.
But now, both of them had aged.
Yet, their love was like undiminished surging sands, tumultuous and overwhelming.
While Xu Wentian was still moved, the elderly lady suddenly slapped him hard across his face.
Xu Wentian felt his ear ringing from the slap, indicating how hard the elderly lady had struck him.
He turned his head in confusion to look at her, only to see the elderly lady crying even harder: “My hand hurts from slapping you; this isn’t a dream.”
At this instant, Xu Wentian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The two elderly people just hugged each other and cried in the middle of the road, the elderly lady’s voice as loud as it could get.
“You old immortal, you have co, you finally ca…” she sobbed fiercely.
Her tears and snot sared all over Xu Wentian, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
After a while, Xu Wentian and the elderly lady finally regained their composure.
Having slapped him across the face, the elderly lady was sure this wasn’t a dream.
But how to explain this situation?
He was clearly deceased, wasn’t he?
Could it be that there truly were ghosts and spirits in this world?
Elder Master Jin was in the car and, seeing that the two outside seed to have cald down a lot, he told Wu Lan to help them into the car.
Wu Lan responded and walked over, intending to help the two of them up.
However, the elderly lady got up faster than she did, and also helped Xu Wentian to his feet.
“What’s going on?” the elderly lady asked Xu Wentian.
Xu Wentian’s clouded old eyes gazed at the elderly lady with rapt attention, as if trying to spot a flower on her face, never taking his eyes off her.
The elderly lady felt a bit embarrassed being looked at like this, but rembering that he was her man, she cald down.
Yet her tongue was no kinder, and she spat, “You old rascal, at your age still staring at soone like that.”
Wu Lan thought she might be seeing things, as she seed to notice a blush on the elderly lady’s cheeks.
The story was long and definitely not one to be told standing in the middle of a busy road.
In the end, Xu Wentian and the elderly lady both got into the car, with Jin Nandong driving, and they were taken ho.
The elderly lady and Xu Wentian held hands.
When alighting from the car, the elderly lady jumped out first, standing at the bottom and reaching out her hand to Xu Wentian, “You old immortal, I’m pulling you out, be careful.”
Xu Wentian’s face wrinkled into more layers of smiles as he happily extended his hand into hers.
“Okay, help .”
She was still as forthright and unpretentious as when she was young.
Xu Wentian now felt he couldn’t afford to divert his gaze from her face for even a second.
His wife, he had finally found his wife.
The passage of ti and years changed their appearances, but couldn’t diminish their love for each other.
Even if he still couldn’t rember all the mories between them as a couple, he still loved her deeply.
There she stood outside the car, smiling at him with the pleasant charm of youth.
Elder Master Jin saw how happily Xu Wentian was smiling and felt happy for him.
Even though the two elders hadn’t spoken a single word from the mont they got into the car, he knew this was the wife his close friend had been seeking for decades.
Now was the ti to leave these two alone.
So, after Xu Wentian got out of the car, Elder Master Jin instructed Jin Nandong to drive back.
Xu Wentian didn’t ask him to stay.
Because now, he had sothing much more important to do.
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