We are not allowed to brush face here [Quick Transmigration]

The letter sent was not answered, Wei Jinyuan followed his memory and found the previous residence of Ye Cheng and Ji Fangze.

But the scene by the lake was new for a while, the bright yellow and new green of spring faded, long duckweed grew, and the courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles, even the apricot blossom fish tank, disappeared.

Relatives and friends are in the same family, no one knows where Ye Cheng has gone, and they can't contact him.Fortunately, Qingya's soul lamp is always on, no matter where she is, her life is safe at last.

The nightmare of the abyss finally came to an end, and along with the passage that was blown into ashes, it was gradually forgotten by people.

Qingya has recruited many new disciples, some of whom have never heard of Ye Cheng's name, but everyone knows that the position of the first disciple has always been vacant.

In the deep mountains and old forests, few people come.

But no matter how few people are, pay attention to locking the door.

Ye Cheng ignored this golden rule, so when he came back from his trip this day, he saw a rich young master sitting in his yard, his eyes full of pickiness.

"You don't want to go back to Qingya to be your senior brother, do you plan to be a savage for the rest of your life in this ghostly place?"

Ye Cheng didn't ask how he found it, took off the bamboo basket on his shoulder, lifted the wooden lid on the big vat in the corner of the yard, scooped a scoop from it, and handed it to Yan Changdong: "I brewed it myself, taste it. taste?"

Ye Cheng lives casually, but Yan Changdong is a drunken son. To him, this kind of wine brewed by Ye Luzi's hands is no different from arsenic.But he still took the scoop of "arsenic/shuang" expressionlessly, and took a big gulp.

Bitter as hell.

Is this fucking made of Coptis chinensis?

With a "boom", Yan Changdong threw the ladle into the vat, splashing and overflowing with hops: "I'm really fed up!"

"Before I came, all my friends gave me advice one after another, telling me to be careful and gentle when I speak, and don't hurt your fragile heart."

"What's the matter? Ah? When someone dies, it becomes a hurdle that you can't get over in your life. You can't even mention it, right?" Yan Changdong pushed Ye Cheng a few times, "Who hasn't died a few close relatives and loved ones?" Ah, I can't get up now, and I want to hide in the mountains and cry for the rest of my life? Ye Cheng, are you still a man? Let Ji Fangze know and look down on you!"

Ye Cheng was pushed back again and again. He wanted to speak a few times, but was blocked by Yan Changdong. In the end, he had to backhand and pushed him into the Coptis vat: "I didn't say no."

Yan Changdong struggled: "Gulu Gulu..."

Seeing that he was being honest, Ye Cheng let go of his hand, and said angrily: "You mention it again and again, don't I cry bitterly, looking for death or life?"

Yan Changdong: "Bah, bah, bah! Can't you talk properly! What are you doing with your hands and feet?"

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes at him: "Who did it first?"

The wine brewed by Huanglian finally extinguished Yan Changdong's anger for a short time.Yan Changdong took a closer look at Ye Cheng, and found that although he was dressed like a beggar, he was in good spirits. He wanted to punch him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, to vent his worries over the years, but he turned a corner and landed in On Ye Cheng's shoulder.

The old friends reunited many years later, instead of crying with joy, they beat each other a few times, and then sat on the porch to talk.

Yan Changdong: "When do you plan to go back?"

Ye Cheng carelessly peeled a carrot: "Where are you going?"

"Naturally go home!"

"Ayan, I won't go back, whether it's Qingya or Yejia." Ye Cheng made a gesture to stop Yan Changdong's slightly angry words, "This has nothing to do with Fangze's matter."

Today, he has been able to calmly recall the past.

"I don't hate anyone, really. I also know that no one is wrong for making such a decision at that time. Even, if I had known about this in advance, I would not have stopped Fangze, but had chosen to go with him. "Ye Cheng's eyes were sad, but more sober, "I just feel that since I chose to leave before, going back would only increase the embarrassment."

"I left home when I was seven years old, and I never lived with Ye's parents. As for Qingya, Jin Yuan has an exquisite mind, and Shi Sang is a stable person, and he can fully support the situation. Besides, there are other outstanding juniors and younger sisters. The master just thinks it is right. I am ashamed, so I have kept that seat. I have been away for so many years for personal reasons, what right do I have to sit back?"

He loves the Ye family, and also loves Qingya, but sometimes, what is missed is what is missed.He can't and doesn't want to go back.

"Okay, even if you don't go back to Qingya, there's no need to stay here." Yan Changdong couldn't hold his breath today. The anger at the beginning subsided, and he remembered the entrustment of his friends later, with a bit of deliberate intention. "Gentle" comes, "It's okay to do something else. How about going to Yan's house for a few days? What do you want to do, I will accompany you?"

He knew that if he couldn't persuade Ye Cheng to leave with him today, it might be very difficult for him to find Ye Cheng next time.

In the past, when Ye Cheng disappeared casually for three to five years, no one would care too much about it. Ye Cheng is not a person who doesn't know the importance.But it was different now, he was really worried about Ye Cheng's state.

Ye Cheng shook his head, broke off a piece of the radish, and handed it to Yan Changdong: "I'm doing what I want to do now."

Yan Changdong weighed the radish: "What can you do here? Plant radishes?"

Ye Cheng took a sip, sweet, maybe Fangze would like it: "Concentrate on practicing."

Yan Changdong: "I remember that Qing Yaxiu walked the way of entering the world."

Besides, Ye Cheng is not the kind of person who particularly pursues power.He has a lively temperament, loves to laugh, is full of protective desire in his bones, likes lively and warm, has a good relationship with animals, and likes children.

He didn't want to stay in such a ghostly, quiet and lonely place for a day before.

Ye Cheng threw away the radish tassels: "I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible, break through the walls and ascend, and then go to the abyss to find Fangze."

Yan Changdong could hardly believe his ears.

Isn't that ghostly place inaccessible to normal people? Who are you going to find there?

Yes yes yes, genius is great, I know that you will definitely be able to ascend to other realms in the future.But everyone decides the next stop by Lei Jie and fate, who will take their own designation?Do you think you are taking the Qingya bus?

Could it be that the abyss is your back garden, if you say go, go, can you fucking find your way?Are you blindly groping in the void with your eyes closed?

There were so many pitfalls that I didn't know where to start, these words lined up in a circle in my heart, and finally he patted the big vat: "You drink too much of this stuff, you're crazy, right? !"

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes like Yan Changdong, who was facing an enemy: "Don't worry, I didn't practice any evil skills to bring people back to life, I'm not crazy, and I'm not trying to blow myself up."

"I just think that since the souls of other people with half of the blood of the abyss will return to the abyss after death, why not Fangze's?" When Ye Cheng spoke, he could not see any obsession, but was very calm, "I want to go to the abyss." Let's see if we can find Fangze's soul."

The bad premonition finally came true, Yan Changdong's heart sank, and he became serious: "Ah Cheng, be more sober."

If Ji Fangze's soul is still there, no matter where Ye Cheng goes to find him, raise his soul or find his reincarnation, Yan Changdong will never intervene.

But Ji Fangze was not.

He died with no bones left, and his soul was scattered.That fragment is too small to support a person's existence, let alone reincarnation.The moment he scattered from Ye Cheng's arms, he had already turned into nothingness, completely disappeared from the world, and could never be found no matter what.

There is a word called "it's over"!

Ye Cheng leaned against the pillar in the corridor, bent one leg, and the wind blew across his skirt and cheek: "I know what you want to say. Even if I can break through the wall and fly, the most likely ending is to die in the endless search for nothingness Maybe I found the abyss with great pains, but found that I couldn’t get in; even, I really went in, but found that there was nothing there, and the dream was empty.”

Don't you know all this?

Ye Cheng tilted his head, his eyes shone faintly in the sunlight: "But I want to go."

All Yan Changdong's words were choked in his throat.

Because he knows that Ye Cheng is such a person - what I want to do, and what I should do, I must do it, it doesn't matter if it is hard, it doesn't matter if it is not understood.

It was true when he left Qingya for Ji Fangze; later he refused to give up fighting for Ji Fangze, it was true; now he is determined to go to the abyss for that one-in-a-million hope.

No one can stop it.

Yan Changdong felt his eyes a little sore.

Because he knows what kind of thing this is.

His friend is the most unrestrained and happy boy in the world, but he will no longer enjoy the happiness and hustle and bustle of the world, but will go to the loneliest and most dangerous road in the world until he dies.

Ye Cheng touched Yan Changdong's shoulder: "I've been like this since I was a child, don't think I don't know, why are you scolding me behind my back, brainless, elm bump."

Yan Changdong pushed him away: "Roll, what did Yumu do wrong?"

20 years later, at night, the Huaihe River draws boats.

Yan Changdong closed his eyes and leaned against the beauty, with the long river behind him and fiery trees and silver flowers in the distance.

On the stage directly opposite, there was a pair of beauties, who had changed into scholarly green shirts, and were performing a farewell scene in which friends parted ways and sent each other off with tears.

Yan Changdong kept time with his eyes closed.

Suddenly there was a burst of thunder coming from far, far away.

That thunder is really far away, there is only a small movement, even the singer performing on the stage, no one is surprised by it, the opera is mellow and moving.

Yan Changdong suddenly threw the small and exquisite white jade jug in his hand into the Huaihe River with a "plop": "This song is not suitable for the occasion, and I will replace it with a reunion song."

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