Shen Gurong looked at his face drawn on paper, even his voice was trembling, but still with the last glimmer of hope, he said in a solemn voice: "You saved me, I can do anything for you."

The man looked at him in shock, as if he didn't expect that the person who just cried and said he was scared was actually a monk with a very high level of cultivation.

Knowing that he would not be forced to get married, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He called Wanglan back, straightened his messy clothes, and looked at Shen Gurong with some expectation.

"Is anything okay?"

Shen Gurong nodded.

The ghost eyes in the man's paper drawing seemed to be shining brightly, as if he had been struggling in despair for many years and finally found a life-saving straw.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he felt that he had done nothing and that others did not need to save him. It was too shameless to receive a reward for nothing.

Just as he was about to refuse, Wanglan beside him said directly: "My father is looking for my little uncle."

Wanglan's body was smaller than the average baby, as if she had been forcibly born before she was even a month old.

Shen Gurong suddenly thought of his sister-in-law, who was only seven months old and pregnant.

He trembled his lips and asked, "Uncle?"

Wanglan looked at her father expectantly, stood on tiptoes and held his hand, swinging him around, and said in a milky voice: "Dad, tell me quickly, haven't you always wanted to find your little uncle when making wine?"

Shen Gurong looked at him confused.

The man sighed helplessly, flicked Wanglan's eyebrows with his fingers, and said with a smile: "How can you cause trouble to others when you are so ridiculous?"

Wanglan held her head with her short hands aggrievedly: "But he can do anything."

The man smiled apologetically at Shen Gurong and said, "If I don't want to cause you any trouble, I have something to ask you."

Shen Gurong opened and closed his lips, as if he had anticipated something, but could not speak. After an unknown amount of time, he finally said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter."

The man said: "I have been looking for my brother and sister. They went to Huadeng Street to watch the lanterns."

He can't remember his name, and has no memory of his life. Even his current memory is chaotic, but he doesn't know where the obsession came from. He still remembers the lost brother and sister who never came home.

He only remembered that his younger brothers and sisters had not returned home. He never thought that they were dead or had fled Fengdu. Every day, he would carry a small lamp and search street by street, hoping to save his brother who did not know the way. Light the way home.

Day after day, year after year, from beginning to end, he just wanted to find his younger brothers and sisters to go home.

"My brother's name is Shen Gurong, and my sister is Shen Xiwu."

Man... Shen Fuji said gently, as if feeling a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I... I don't remember what they look like, so it might be a little troublesome to find them."

Shen Gurong's mind was blank for a long time, and she looked at him with a blank expression.
Chapter completed!