Shop of All Worlds: The First Customer Princess Jinyang

Later, Ye Jiangnan went to the Tang Dynasty, the Northern Song Dynasty, and the Southern Song Dynasty...

He visited all the places where acquaintances had lived.

He did not inform anyone about this trip, nor did he meet any old acquaintances.

Perhaps someone caught a glimpse of his clothes amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, or perhaps from beginning to end, only the wind accompanied him.

More than half a year had passed when I returned to the Multiverse Shop.

In the past six months, Ye Jiangnan has eaten the snacks named after him by the people on Zhuque Street in Chang'an in his memory.

He touched the bricks on the city wall of Xiangyang that were engraved with his name.

In the peach grove on Peach Blossom Island, they found a paper kite that Huang Rong had made herself, embroidered with the words "Jiangnan".

Those small, fragmented memories, like snowflakes falling on the tip of my heart, are so light they hurt.

On the third day after returning, Yu Shu carried a basket of freshly steamed pastries to find Huang Rong.

The two talked in hushed tones in the shop for a long time. Ye Jiangnan didn't ask any questions, but simply lay on the old rocking chair in the courtyard, letting the bamboo chair sway gently in the wind.

He has always preferred this kind of quiet, especially after nightfall.

As the cicadas' chirping in the corner faded, and I gazed at the sparse stars in the inky night sky, I let my mind go completely blank.

Only then can those surging memories find a temporary respite.

"Xiao Langjun!"

The childish voice pulled Ye Jiangnan back from his half-awake state.

He opened his eyes, and a delicately beautiful face came into view.

The three- or four-year-old toddler, with chubby cheeks like freshly cooked glutinous rice balls and long eyelashes, was tilting his head and staring at him.

"Young master, are you not dead?"

The child asked the question, his words slightly mumbled, but his tone carried a serious curiosity.

Ye Jiangnan's heart clenched, and his voice became hoarse:

"You are... Sizi?"

The girl in front of him looked exactly like the little girl who used to follow him around and call him "Master Young Master" many years ago.

The little baby put his chubby fingers into his mouth, his round eyes full of confusion:
"How did you send it to our family's name card?"

"I didn't tell you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly shrank back, her little brows furrowed, and she looked like she was "so scared".

"You're not a bad guy, are you?"

"Trying to kidnap me?"

Ye Jiangnan was completely stunned.

How did the "big rhinoceros" who used to run into his arms for candy in his memory become the "little rhinoceros" who was full of suspicion towards him?
He leaned forward, speaking very softly:
"Sizi, don't you recognize me?"

“I am your master. You used to call me Young Master.”

The little baby was so frightened that he took four or five steps back, his little hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, staring at him with a serious expression:

"I don't know you!"

"My mother said you can't talk to strangers, even if you're good-looking!"

Ye Jiangnan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the small figure in front of him suddenly swayed.

The next second, it was Ying Yinman standing there.

The girl's eyes were curved, just like when they first met at Xianyang Palace. Her clear "Master" made Ye Jiangnan's eyes instantly well up with tears.

"Hey, Yang Zi, what happened to you too..."

Just as he was about to get up, Ying Yinman's profile changed again, and it became Zhu Wanqing.

The little girl with two tiny pigtails stretched out her chubby arms and waved them at him:

"Lion and tiger hug!"

Ye Jiangnan strode over and reached out to catch the small figure that lunged at him, but his fingertips only touched a cold patch of air.

Zhu Wanqing's laughter still seemed to echo in his ears, but she had vanished without a trace. He was left alone in the courtyard, the wind swirling fallen peach petals that gently brushed against the tips of his shoes.

"Sizi!"

"Yang Zi!"

"Wanqing!"

Ye Jiangnan stood there, calling out the three names over and over again, his voice gradually becoming hoarse from its initial urgency.

The only response he received was the creaking of the old rocking chair in the wind, and the cicada in the corner that had stopped chirping sometime earlier.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands once held a rhinoceros horn to learn to "fly," combed Yang Zi's hair, and lifted Wan Qing above their heads to watch fireworks.

But now, my palms are empty, not even a trace of warmth remains.

Yu Shu and Huang Rong were standing under the eaves at some point, looking at the figure in the courtyard, but in the end they did not dare to go forward.

Ye Jiangnan stood there from sunset until night fell over the entire courtyard.

The stars in the sky lit up, and the cicadas began to sing again, but when he turned his head away, he could no longer find the person who could watch the night sky and listen to the cicadas with him.

Later, Ye Jiangnan rarely went out.

He would sweep the yard clean every day, arrange the little stools that the three little girls used to use neatly, and sit in the rocking chair at night, gazing at the sky as before.

But no one will suddenly appear and call him "Young Master" anymore, and no one will stretch out their arms for him to hug.

Only when the wind blows through the yard does it occasionally bring a soft, rustling sound, much like the sweet calls that clung to him long ago.

He knew those days would never come back.

The Myriad Realms Shop is still there, and he is still there, but the person he cherishes is ultimately only left in his memories, becoming the tenderest and most painful thought in every quiet night of his remaining life.

——Complete the book.

Choosing to end this book made me quite sad.

The story of Little Rhinoceros is unfinished.

The story of Ying Yinman's growth was not fully told.

The changes in Zhu Wanqing were not fully described.

There are so many things I haven't finished writing.

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Easter egg—

Little Sizi:
"Hello everyone, uncles and aunts who are reading this book!"

"I am Xiao Sizi, my name is Li Mingda, and my grandfather is Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty!"

"I'm not bragging, but my grandfather was the strongest carbon-based life form in the 7th century, the governor of Asia, the head of the Eastern Hemisphere, with the appearance of a dragon and phoenix, the countenance of the sun and the moon, the Grand Commandant, Minister of Works, Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, Grand Chancellor of the Imperial Secretariat, Grand Minister of the Imperial Secretariat of Shaanxi East Circuit, Grand Minister of the Imperial Secretariat of Yizhou Circuit, Governor of Yongzhou, Governor-General of Liangzhou, General of the Right Wing Guard, General of the Left and Right Martial Guards, Commander of the Twelve Guards, Pillar of State, Prince of Qin, General of the Heavenly Strategy, Heavenly Khan, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin!"

"So, you can't bully me."

"You have to coax me, make me happy, and give me lots and lots of food!"

Ying Yinman: “…”

"Ha ha……"

Ying Yinman gave an awkward laugh.

"Hello, uncles and aunts, you don't need to listen to my senior sister."

"There's something wrong with her here, I hope all the uncles and aunts can understand."

Ying Yinman pointed to Xiao Sizi's little head.

Zhu Wanqing glanced at her eldest senior sister, then at her second senior sister, before stretching out her chubby arm and saying in a childish voice:
"Uncle and Auntie, hug me!" (End of Chapter)