withered prosperity

"How did you recognize me?"

"Mr. Cuiwei ate a lot of snow sleet flower dew in his early years, so he has the fragrance of snow sleet flowers all over his body. This flower is not available anywhere else."

"Is there?" Yan Hai pulled up his skirt, lowered his head and smelled it: "Why can't I smell anything?"

"The smell is extremely light, but I am responsible for collecting the flower dew, so I can detect it."

"Your nose is still so good." Yan Hai leaned back against the window frame. "Yin Twelve looked different when he saw me, he should have recognized me."

"But he didn't recognize me." Wei Heng said to him: "I was a young man back then, but now my appearance has changed a lot, not to mention his identity, how can he pay attention to a servant."

"Always a hassle..."

"He has an extraordinary status now, and it may not be easy to kill him."

"What are you thinking?" Yan Hai laughed and said, "Do you think I'll kill him if he recognizes me?"

"This..." Wei Heng's dull face showed a trace of doubt: "I thought that according to Cuiwei's temperament, he would not be spared."

"Mr. Cuiwei..." Yan Hai restrained his smile: "What else is there about Mr. Cuiwei? How many years ago did this happen!"

"Mr. Cuiwei is always Mr. Cuiwei in my heart." Wei Heng said seriously: "Wei Heng dare not forget the kindness you gave me in my life back then."

"If you didn't know the art of sailing, I wouldn't take you with me." Yan Hai lowered his eyelashes: "Where is the grace of life, it's just doing it easily."

"Knowing kindness and repaying it is the foundation of being a human being."

"Forget it, you have such a temperament." Yan Hai laughed: "Yin Jiu didn't always talk about fate and fate on the boat, let's just call it fate!"

"Wei Heng has the guts to ask Cuiwei-jun." Wei Heng asked the biggest question in his heart after the meeting: "I thought you were just tired of ordinary things and living here, but how could you be here? The place?"

Yan Hai looked around.

The courtyard full of weeds is quiet and deep under the moonlight, but it is lonely and desolate.

"This Zhaoming Garden was originally the place where I lived in the Chaomu Pavilion when I first entered." His voice gradually dropped, "This place is very good, with peach blossoms and a pond. At that time... there were not many people around. ..."

That kind of frustration can't be concealed.

In other words, he didn't deliberately hide it.

Wei Heng naturally understood it, but he couldn't understand it.

Mr. Cuiwei is a man of insanity, with unpredictable thoughts. If he is angry and kills with a sword, it is not surprising that he is happy to drink and sing, but when he is frustrated...

It sounds like it is still for the deserted courtyard of the peach blossom pond?

"Wei Heng is a dull person, please ask Cuiwei-jun to explain more clearly."

"Xiao Wei, you are a smart person." Yan Hai smiled: "In the past 12 years, you have become a generation of famous doctors. How can a dull person do this?"

"If it wasn't for the half of the book that Mr. Cuiwei gave me..."

"About that half of the book, it's really my fault." Yan Hai interrupted him: "If I wasn't negligent, how could Yueliuyi snatch it away!"

Wei Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Mr. Cuiwei, don't worry, this is just fate for me!"

"If there is a chance, I will definitely..." Yan Hai stopped suddenly after speaking halfway.

Where is the opportunity?

Back then, Yue Liuyi's martial arts were not as good as his, and he was able to get away with all kinds of tricks, but now that he has no martial arts, how can he get back half of the book from Yue Liuyi's hands?

"Mr. Cuiwei, why did you lose all your skills?" Wei Heng really asked, "Or am I wrong?"

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

"It's a long story." Yan Hai didn't want to talk about it any more: "I came here because I have something important to tell you."

"What's important?"

"What about the two corpses during the day."

"Isn't that Mr. Cuiwei you..."

"Me what? You think I did it?"

"But..." Wei Heng was very at a loss: "I was also very shocked, but I thought that Mr. Cuiwei was beside you, so I thought this matter had something to do with you."

"When did you see that I have such abilities?" Yan Hai stretched out his hand and put his hand on the half window: "It's not like you don't know, only that thing can make people look like this."

What he said was extremely vague, but Wei Heng understood.

"How is it possible?" Wei Heng's face turned pale immediately: "What's going on here?"

"How do you say there is a word?" Yan Hai sneered: "Grease of the bone?"

"Mr. Cuiwei, although the situation looks the same, it may not be what we thought." Wei Heng tried to find a reason: "We all saw it back then, the fire turned everything into ashes."

"I know, I feel the same way, everything has been reduced to ashes." Yan Hai told him. "However, when these two corpses turned into corpses, I also saw it with my own eyes."

Wei Heng's expression turned pale.

"It must be that among those people back then, someone did something that shouldn't be done in private without telling me." Yan Hai's eyes revealed a strong evil spirit: "I really shouldn't be soft-hearted back then, and now I will stay Such an aftermath."

Wei Heng didn't seem to hear what he said, and he looked absent-minded.

The two stood facing each other, but they had completely lost the joy of reunion after a long absence.

"Then what should we do now?" Wei Heng lowered his head and looked at the red rope tied around his wrist. It was the safety rope his wife asked for in the temple when he left home.

"What can I do?"

"Mr. Cuiwei, I don't know about others, but you must have a way!" Wei Heng said to him: "We were able to survive back then because of you."

"At that time, I was still Mr. Cuiwei, but now..." Yan Hai smiled: "You can call me Yan Hai, my mother's surname is Yan, I was born in Shanghai, this is my original name."

"I don't know... It's been so many years, I thought everything was over." Wei Heng suddenly stood still, found a railing and sat down.

"I'm telling you this so that you don't get involved in these things." Yan Hai looked at him: "You find an opportunity early and go back to Zhangzhou to be your famous doctor."

"That's what I said, but what if..."

"If something happened, what could you do?"

Wei Heng remained silent.

"I heard a few years ago that you are married and have a couple of children." Yan Hai looked at the red rope he was holding. "If you have a family, a house, and children, don't leave home for too long, and don't do anything dangerous."

"What do you do?"

"I have no family, no children, no children, what is there to be afraid of?" Yan Hai raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky: "We meet each other in the morning and part in the evening. Sometimes when you think about it, when people live in the world, what they think What I want is nothing more than an empty dream..."