Quick Travel: The host must die in every plane

The wind howled through the streets covered with flying yellow dust. The ancient city walls stood on the edge of the desert like an indestructible barrier. Inside the city, in the bustling market, people dressed in various ethnic costumes, speaking in a noisy accent, trading goods from afar.

In the teahouses on the street, the aroma of tea filled the air, and people gathered together to listen to storytellers telling legendary stories about the frontier. In the horse inn, the horses neighed, and the inn owner was busy washing the horses for the passing caravans.

As night falls, lanterns are hung high, lighting up the narrow streets. There is a bustle of noise coming from the taverns, where adventurers share their experiences.

In a corner of the noisy and bustling pub filled with the atmosphere of worldly life, two men were sitting opposite each other, drinking by themselves.

One of them was dressed in a snow-white robe with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending to earth; his face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright, his facial features were delicate and picturesque, and his every move revealed an extraordinary temperament.

The other man was tall and muscular, with a face full of traces of time and a weathered look; his eyes were deep and firm, as if hiding endless stories and thoughts.

The two people form a sharp contrast, but they seem to have some kind of tacit understanding and connection.

Su Yang slowly raised his glass, "Brother Huai Jin, I toast to you!"

Song Yu smiled slightly, raised his glass without hesitation, tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass.

The bitter wine slid down my throat, like a sharp sword, piercing the softest part of my heart. All those bits and pieces of the past, like colorful yet heartbreaking pictures, kept flashing in my mind.

Song Yu sat quietly in front of the window, gazing into the distance, his thoughts gradually drifting back to the good times he had spent with Su Ye.

The cold moonlight falls on the earth like a veil, as if covering the whole world with a layer of silver light.

He slowly raised the glass, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one gulp. The strong wine burned his throat and chest like a flame, but it could not dispel the sorrow deep in his heart.

The wine enters the sad heart and turns into acacia tears.

Seeing this, Su Yang advised, "Brother Huai Jin, so many years have passed, it's time for you to let it go."

"Let it go?" Song Yu smiled bitterly and asked, "Brother Guangwu, how can you let it go?"

Ten years ago, Su Yang resigned from his official position and fled to this remote border town to live in hiding. How could he not be worried about his father and sister?

Su Yang had nothing to say and could only pour himself more wine. However, the bitter wine made him even more depressed.

At this time, a little baby who looked about five or six years old and was as delicate as a piece of jade suddenly ran over and took Su Yang's hand.

The little baby called out in a baby voice, "Daddy, you came here to drink again. Mom will be angry again if she finds out."

Su Yang's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. He stretched out his slender and strong arms and gently embraced the cute little baby in front of him.

"Yaoyao, why are you here alone so late? Where's mother?"

"Mom is there!"

Looking in the direction the baby pointed, a beautiful young woman was standing at the door of the tavern, looking at her parents with a smile.

Su Yang immediately stood up and said to Song Yu: "Brother Huaijin, I will take Yaoyao back first, you should go back early too."

The little baby smiled innocently and waved goodbye to Song Yu, "Goodbye, Uncle Song Yu!"

Song Yu finally raised his head and gave the baby a gentle smile.

Su Yang started a new family here and had his own child. He named the child after his sister's nickname. Perhaps it was fate, as the little baby grew up, she looked more and more like Su Ye.

From the bright big eyes to the high nose bridge, to the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, every detail seems to be a replica of Su Ye. Even the unique temperament and personality are exactly the same as Su Ye.

Watching the happy family of three leaving, Song Yu silently poured himself a large glass of wine.

The moonlight still flows quietly like water, and seems to be silently accompanying this lonely person.