Men Cry, It's Not a Sin (3)

"Alright, young master, I have to go! Take good care of yourself for me, okay?" Tiger Girl looked at Ye Lang, her expression tinged with reluctance and worry.

"Take good care of yourself for me, okay?"

The words deeply touched Ye Lang's heart, a feeling beyond words.

"Okay, I definitely will..."

Slowly, Ye Lang watched the escort team for Tiger Girl disappear into the distance. He remained by the entrance, lost in thought for a long time, until the carriage carrying Tiger Girl was no longer visible. If Ye Lanyu hadn't spoken, he probably would have stood there even longer.

"You're reluctant, aren't you? Do you regret not being a little more selfish?" Ye Lanyu stood gracefully beside Ye Lang and said softly.

"What's there to be reluctant about? I can live just fine on my own! Selfishness? In my dictionary, there's only selfless devotion!" Ye Lang said, trying to act tough. Anyone could see he was putting on an act.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm curious, if you cherish her so much, why didn't you escort her back yourself?" Ye Lanyu didn't want to provoke Ye Lang; seeing him upset made her uncomfortable too.

"I wanted to, but would you have agreed?" Ye Lang retorted.

"No!" Ye Lanyu and Long Anqi's answer was firm. They couldn't possibly let Ye Lang go out by himself in his current state; they would absolutely object.

"Not only would you not agree, but she wouldn't either," Ye Lang said faintly, looking at the spot where Tiger Girl had disappeared.

Her refusal wasn't just because of what Ye Lanyu and Long Anqi were thinking; she had other concerns. She didn't want Ye Lang to be seen by her tribespeople, and she didn't know how they would treat her young master.

Ye Lang could guess this. They had discussed it before. When Tiger Girl spoke of her home, the Thirteenth Young Master had wanted to visit, and she had immediately objected – a rare occurrence for someone so obedient.

That's right, Tiger Girl admitted she was Ye Lang's female slave, but would her tribespeople acknowledge that status? It was hard to say. They might consider it an insult and act against Ye Lang.

Perhaps, after understanding the situation and knowing Ye Lang was their benefactor, her tribespeople would spare him. But this was still an uncertain factor, so she wouldn't let Ye Lang take the risk. She wanted to ensure everything was safe before letting him go.

Putting that aside, even without these reasons, if Ye Lang were to escort Tiger Girl back, she would definitely send him back, and this would repeat. Only if Ye Lang didn't escort her could she truly go home!

Turning, he walked away...

"Huh?" Ye Lanyu suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of water element as Ye Lang turned. Could it be...

"Little brother, you're crying? Haha, you're crying..."

Indeed, Ye Lang's eyes were a little moist. He was crying.

Ye Lanyu initially expected Ye Lang to deny it, but Ye Lang did something unforgettable. He insisted on admitting it, and even...

"Men cry, it's not a sin! Even the strongest have the right to be tired! If all that's left behind a smile is heartbreak! Why pretend to be so tough when you're falling apart! Men cry..." Ye Lang sang in the style of Old Liu, releasing his emotions and belting out the song as he entered the Ye Manor.

"Little brother, your singing isn't great, but it has a lot of spirit, a man's spirit. Where did you learn it?" Ye Lanyu followed Ye Lang inside, asking curiously.

To Ye Lanyu's question, Ye Lang's response was: "Leave me alone, I haven't vented enough yet!"

"Even the rain is beautiful, why not seize this chance to cry your heart out, it's not a sin!"

"..."

Night fell, and the moon cast its gentle white light upon the earth. In the deep silence of the night, a voice within the Ye Manor shattered the tranquility.

"Tonight, the cold wind tears my heart apart, my frantic steps won't return unless I'm drunk, the hazy drizzle holds a hazy beauty... Why am I crying so miserably, could it be I still have some attachment to you... Crying, crying, crying people..."

Ye Lang played the pipa, accompanying the song. The sorrowful pipa music, combined with his heartbroken singing, evoked a mood that made listeners weep.

He used the pipa not because a guitar was unavailable, but because he didn't know how to play Western instruments. The Martial Arts Treasury only contained ancient Chinese instruments. He planned to learn Western instruments later if he had the time, as the pipa was what he was best at now.

Judging solely by the pipa and singing, people wouldn't find it unpleasant. On the contrary, they might find it quite moving and want to listen more. However, the people in the Ye Manor at this moment did not want to listen. The reason was simple:

"I can't take it anymore! Are we supposed to sleep or not?!" The servants of the Ye family grumbled softly, daring not to speak out loud.

"Damn, Thirteen has been singing all day, isn't he tired?" The elders of the Ye family were merely curious and helpless.

"Thirteen, your older sister has a date tomorrow, let me sleep, okay!!" Ye Lang's cousins and cousins were less polite. Those affected by the noise directly cursed.

No matter how beautiful the music, at the wrong time, it becomes noise, especially when it continues for an extended period.

Whether Ye Lang hadn't vented enough or had gotten carried away with his singing, he had been singing non-stop since Tiger Girl left. He consistently chose songs with a hint of sadness, making the entire Ye Manor feel miserable along with him.

Of course, this wasn't a problem at first. Many people enjoyed such songs. The issue was the sheer duration, which was becoming unbearable for everyone.

This phenomenon also highlighted one thing: Tiger Girl held a place in his heart that perhaps no one else could surpass. At least, such emotional outbursts from him would be extremely rare in the future.

"Taiya..." Seeing this situation, Ye Lanyu and Long Anqi felt a hint of jealousy. However, what they felt more strongly was gratitude. Tiger Girl had taken care of Ye Lang for so long, far more than they had.

After this incident, Ye Lanyu and Long Anqi treated Ye Lang even better than before, as if they were holding him in the palm of their hands. They seemed to want to catch up to Tiger Girl's position in Ye Lang's heart.

Later, Ye Lang finally stopped singing, much to the relief of his cousin who had yelled earlier. She decided to reward her obedient cousin the next day, but soon she was furious, vowing never to give Ye Lang a pleasant look again.

Yes, Ye Lang stopped singing, but he picked up his pipa and began to play a melancholic rendition of "Melody of the Pipa."

Tonight, the Ye Manor was destined to be sleepless!

Tonight, many people came to hate Ye Lang's music. But years later, they would wonder why they hadn't listened more, why they hadn't cherished that time.