Thirty Questions about Feather's Nostalgia

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"Oh, um."

It was the first time that Yu Renfei thanked Shi Linglong in his heart for successfully changing the subject.

Looking back at Shou Luo An Chen who was following him, he squeezed his eyes hard and warned him: Don't speak out!

Sorrow Luo Anchen nodded in the same way: Understood!

This debt was fully repaid after Yu Renfei's injury was healed, please worry about Luo Anchen and drink.

At the moment in the only willing house, Yuren Feixie who had just washed his hair suddenly remembered that incident and couldn't help laughing a few times.

He raised his head and counted the days, and it turned out that he lived here, and it has been half a month in the blink of an eye.

Yuren Feixien's long hair hung over his shoulders, holding the white headband in his hand.

It was a full moon when I came, tonight... I should be able to see the waning moon.

Blue and white porcelain

Shouluo Anchen said that when he was young, he was studying in Youyan Zhengfu, and his mother would send him pickles every month, using this kind of small jar.

Blue and white porcelain on a white background, the most expensive blue and white porcelain on the market, is nothing more than a random artifact of the Guiliang Military Mansion.However, when Jia Minggong saw it during the investigation, he couldn't bear to destroy it, so the jar was kept. Unfortunately, all the pickled vegetables were thrown away.

"and after?"

"Afterwards... no one checked."

While talking, Shouluo Anchen leaned over to pick up the shattered porcelain pieces on the floor.

"Be careful." Yuren Feixie was about to step forward to help, when suddenly he saw his friend's hand tightly holding a piece of porcelain, with blood oozing profusely.

"Sorrow falls into the dark dust!"

He eagerly held the other person's hand to stop the suspected self-injury action, but Shou Luo Anchen was obviously a little distracted, did he feel guilty because he broke the utensils left by his mother?

"I'm fine." Shouluo Anchen finally came to his senses, let go of his hand hastily, staring blankly at the bloody tiles falling to the ground, he turned his head and looked at Yuren apologetically.

"Let me come." Yuren Feixie pushed him out of the kitchen, "Go and rest."

After tidying up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, Yuren Feixie went to look at Shouluo Anchen, and found him lying on the bed with his eyes closed, soundless.

Of course Yuren knew, he was obviously not asleep.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Shuluo Anchen opened his eyes.

"You care?" Yuren Feixie asked him.

Sorrowful Anchen closed his eyes again, and began to talk about some past related to this.When he was sent to Youyan to conscript his husband, his mother seemed to acquiesce.It was only after many years that I realized why my mother's face had that kind of burnout and desolation that could not fade away all the year round.

When the Guiliang Military Mansion was prosperous in the past, it was like an earth emperor who dominated the Chunlin realm.Since the mother gave birth to Feiyu, she lived alone in the deep house, and never shared the prosperity of the military mansion with Guiliang Tianxia.

When he went to Youyan to recruit a husband, he was ordered not to use the identity of Guiliang's family.

His mother often called him Chou'er...Chou'er, so when others asked his name, he clenched the throwing knife in his hand and coldly threw out four words:

Sorrow, fall, darkness, dust.

The pickles sent by his mother were served in such precious porcelain, which made others doubt his identity for the first time.

Everyone felt that children from poor families would not use such a good jar, and the owner's silence made people even more suspicious.

So the altar of pickled vegetables was searched for interrogation, because he was afraid that it might contain something that would be harmful to everyone. In the end, the empty jar was sent back by Jia Minggong himself.Jia Minggong said to other people in front of him that there is no need to check the things that are worrying about the dark dust in the future.

However, the next time the pickles were delivered, Sorrow Luo Anchen still told the people who came that they should not send them anymore.It's a pity that his persuasion obviously had no effect, and mother's pickles were delivered as usual.And it seems that Jia Minggong promised something to the people in the house, and the mother began to write some short letters to him gradually.Most of the short words are to remind him to add or remove clothes at the right time, take good care of himself and so on.

"She cares about you very much." Hearing this, Yu Ren Feixie couldn't help interjecting.

"Yes." Shouluo Anchen glanced at him, and generously admitted. "But I was very scared. I vaguely felt that Jia Minggong would not be so easy to reassure me. They might be secretly checking those letters. And my mother has no ability to protect herself."

Yuren Feixi was silent. He sketched the living environment of his friend at that time in his mind. He was in the interval between Guiliang Bingfu and Youyan Zhengfu. He was monitored and spied on. use.Those who really cared about him did not have the ability to protect them, they could only watch the situation develop and could do nothing.The young Sorrow and Anchen lived under an invisible fear and pressure, separated from her mother, but depended on each other for life.

"Growing up a little bit, my mother seemed to have predicted the demise of the military mansion in advance, and advised me not to go home. Before I asked anything, something happened to her..."

Yuren Feixie sat beside his bed, and found that his hands had been roughly bandaged by himself, so he was a little relieved.

Those jars should have been brought out by Shuluo Anchen when he left Youyan Zhenghu, and everything will be different after a certain period of time.For example, blue and white porcelain, which was just a rare but ordinary object before, has gone through a certain period of time but turned into a mother's relic in an instant, and has been extraordinary since then.

But today, it was shattered by Sorrow Luo Anchen himself, and it can no longer be complete.

Yuren Feixi knew that he didn't mean it, he just lost his mind.During this period of time, the spirit of melancholy and dark dust is not good. Maybe it is the autumn that makes him feel sad, or maybe it is because a person finally feels lonely in the only wishing home. He has lost too much, and it is not enough to comfort him with a few words.Yuren Feixi didn't know the crux of the problem, and was very worried about it.

"I'm fine." Shouluo Anchen re-emphasized looking at Yuren's worried expression.

Yuren Feixie looked at him silently, showing suspicion: "You always keep everything in your heart, and if you don't say it, you will get sick."

"I understand, but I'm used to it." Shouluo Anchen sighed helplessly. In Youyan Zhengfu, even controlling emotions is a compulsory course. Since then, he has learned patience. Even if he can't be ruthless, he has never People will see him cry.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Yuren Feixie covered his injured hand and looked at him seriously, "Yuren will share the burden with you."

"It's time for you to go back and put down the solitary lamp." Sorrow Luo Anchen reminded him of the time, and today he promised to leave, but it was delayed because of this.

"Let's play a huqin when we leave." Sorrowful Anchen said.

Yuren Feixie nodded and walked out of the only wishing house.

He took out the erhu, played an extremely sad "Naihe Tears", and then left directly.

In the only wish house, someone was crying quietly in the music.Then wipe away the tears and stand up again.

Afterwards, Yuren Feixie once thought regretfully that he should have secretly turned back to take a look at that time, and it was a pity that he had never seen him cry.

学武

Knowing that Shouluo Anchen also used a knife, Yuren Feixie was suddenly a little happy.

"If I had a knife, I would fight against the enemy with you."

Don't lie to me if you worry about it!

After hearing this, Yan Guiren said angrily to the two of them, you fight against the enemy together, that is to beat me together!

All three laughed.

Although you don't need to use hands in the only willing house, you still need to practice so that your martial arts will not be wasted.

Shouluo Anchen flipped his hand, and the Wuchan knife slipped out from his sleeve, divided into six Wuchan wings, and he wiped them carefully.

Yuren Feixie sat on the side, also concentrating on his Nirvana Saber.

He looked at the blue Wuchan over there, and remembered how many times he had cooperated with the enemy, so he mentioned to Shouluo Anchen some mistakes in his use of the knife.

Sorrow Luo Anchen looked at him in bewilderment, with a dazed expression on his face.

"I don't even know how to use a knife. Wuchan's blade is just a surprise to deceive people."

"But you can learn some knife handling skills, which will be more beneficial to the enemy." Yuren Feixie paused, then remembered, "It can also confuse the enemy more, so that he will not dare to act rashly."

Sorrow Luo Anchen thought for a while, then nodded: "It makes sense."

Just like that, Sorrow Luo Anchen began to learn from Yu Ren Feixie.

Although Sorrow Luo Anchen knows some martial arts such as sword technique, he is not good at it after all.

And the Wuchan Sword is a short sword, not the same as Yuren Feixie's long sword.

Yu Renfeixie wanted to try the Wuchan Dao a few times, but Sorrow Luo Anchen always told him very nervously to be careful of the mechanism of the saber.To be on the safe side, I simply taught him a few tricks to control the flying knives.

At the beginning, it was just to observe the deficiencies and give some pointers, and then each of them competed with each other and used them skillfully.After going back and forth, they gradually figured out each other's martial arts moves.

Once, Chouluo Anchen performed a six-winged sword technique in front of Yuren Feixie, and even Yan Guiren who came was also frightened.

Yuren Feixie just looked at it with a frown, and then asked him: "Six-winged saber technique... How many moves can you perform?"

"Three moves are the limit." Sorrow Luo Anchen replied sincerely, "After all, you and I have different skills."

Yuren Feixie nodded, and after a while, he slowly said to Shouluo Anchen: "I can probably understand most of the skills of the cicada's wing flying chopping technique."

"Boast!" Shouluo Anchen said disdainfully, "That's something I've painstakingly studied for decades."

"I spend as much time practicing swords as you do."

"If I don't argue with you, let alone Wu Zhi Dao is endless."

"Seeing that you are quite talented in swordsmanship, how about apprenticeship?" Yu Renfei was very serious.

"Ha!" Shouluo Anchen laughed when he heard the words, "It's you who want to worship first."

Getting along is always like this, everything has become a habit.

For each other, they are rare opponents and even rare friends, so there is nothing to hide.

When the Nirvana Knife is used in the future, it will faintly bring out a bit of cicada's wing skills, and it will become more and more fierce.

Yuren Feixi sometimes couldn't help sighing while stroking the blade with his hand.What Yuren Feixi lost was a friend named Shouluo Anchen.And Ji Mi, is it not the loss of a friend named Wu Chan.

He is like his knife, how fortunate to meet such a friend, and how unfortunate to lose it.

There is only one person left, and the knife cannot be spared.

Maple leaf

the only wish around