for evil

When the little scholar came back, he frowned and asked Tan Yuan, "What did Xiaoxi tell you?"

Tan Yuan shook his head: "It's nothing, some trivial matters."

The little scholar is dubious.

Tan Yuan took the little scholar's hand and asked him to sit down: "Have you thought about going to the barbaric?"

The little scholar was successfully diverted, and opened his eyes wide: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Tan Yuan said: "Life and death are fate, enjoy yourself in time."

The little scholar was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "Have you been stimulated by the events of the past two days?"

Tan Yuan smiled: "Just take it as it is."

The little scholar paused, and said seriously: "Then let's go, I want to see there..."

Tan Yuan said: "Have you thought about it? Maybe the Barbarian is more difficult and dangerous than the Nanman, maybe it will put your life on the line like before..."

The little scholar frowned and hesitated.

Tan Yuan asked gently: "Are you scared?"

The little scholar said: "I'm not afraid that my life will hang by a thread, but I'm afraid..." The little scholar raised his eyes and looked at Tan Yuan: "I'm afraid that I will hurt you like before."

Tan Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed suddenly: "You don't have to worry about me, as long as you want to go, I will accompany you."

The little scholar thought about it carefully, then nodded seriously: "Just think of it as fulfilling yourself and fulfilling one of father's dreams."

Tan Yuan got up: "The weather is getting colder, wait three months for the Chinese New Year, and when the weather gets warmer, we'll go."

The little scholar blinked and blinked: "Are you in such a hurry?"

Tan Yuan straightened the messy hair on the sideburns of the young scholar: "Enjoy yourself in time."

"Okay." The little scholar nodded and raised his eyebrows: "But you don't have to be too pessimistic, we are still young, and we still have a lot of time, don't we?"

"En." Tan Yuan responded warmly.

The next day, Xiaoxi came again.

This time he didn't come to Tan Yuan, but pulled Xu Ming to go out: "Sir, I have something to tell you."

Xu Ming had no choice but to let him drag him along, and explained to Tan Yuan as he walked, "I'll come back as soon as I go, there is rice steaming in the pot, please watch carefully."

Tan Yuan nodded in agreement, and then met Xiaoxi's gaze, which was exactly the same as those people on Tianyu Mountain looked at him...

Tan Yuan didn't care about it, and turned to look at the cooking pot.

When the little scholar came back, his expression was a little unnatural.

Tan Yuan pretended not to notice, sitting in front of the cold food and said calmly: "It's really late, the food is cold."

The little scholar looked at the food, and put on that silly smile again: "It's rare that you cook so many dishes, I'm lucky."

Tan Yuan said: "After staying with you for so long, you have learned some skills."

The little scholar forced a smile and sat there silent.He is like a clear spring, as long as there is something hidden inside, it cannot escape the eyes of the people around him.

Tan Yuan had no choice but to speak first, with a low and hoarse voice: "If I were extraordinary, would you be afraid of me?"

The little scholar hurriedly waved his hands: "Why did you say that suddenly? Did you hear something? That kid Xiaoxi likes to read some weird books, and his mouth is full of strange powers and distractions. You can't believe what he said!"

Tan Yuan looked at the little scholar and laughed: "I haven't said anything yet, so you don't have to tell yourself."

The little scholar stammered: "I...I...I'm not...cough cough..." In a hurry, his throat was choked by saliva, and he coughed for a while.

Tan Yuan picked up a glass of water, handed it to the young scholar, and gently patted the young scholar's back: "You..."

The little scholar coughed for a while, took the water and drank a little, feeling better, but fiddling with the water glass uneasily.

Seeing his cramped appearance, Tan Yuan stopped asking, and said in a gentle voice, "Let's eat."

The little scholar didn't pick up the chopsticks, he lowered his head and said, "No."

Tan Yuan didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?"

The little scholar raised his head and looked at Tan Yuan firmly: "I said no. I don't care who you are or what your status is? You are the Tan Yuan I know, the person I trust the most, and the best friend of my life. He's the one I want to be with forever."

Tan Yuan was stunned and said, "Xu Ming...say it again."

Tan Yuan had the desire to listen to it again, but the little scholar suddenly blushed and didn't have the courage to say it again: "Well... let's eat..."

At that time, the heartfelt complaints on the spur of the moment were covered up by the little scholar's hasty excuses, but the throbbing in his heart at that time was forever imprinted in Tan Yuan's heart, no matter how hard it is to forget...

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, and it was another dark day in Tianyu Village, because another person died in the village. The person who died this time made many villagers sad. It was Xiaoxi, who was eighteen or nineteen years old, smart and filial. child.

Xiaoxi's mother held Xiaoxi's broken body and did not let go, crying heartbreakingly: "Who hurt you? Xi'er, wake up, you can't let your mother send a white-haired person to a black-haired person! "

Tan Yuan skipped over there, took a look, and heard the people beside him sigh: "This kid is so smart, he is expected to be the number one scholar in the future!"

Tan Yuan couldn't help but think of the little scholar. If he knew that his most proud student died, he would be very sad, right?Fortunately, he went to the city to buy ink today, and he didn't know when he would come back. In this way, he could save a day of sadness...

However, a clever child always has his cleverness. On the day of the burial, Xiaoxi's mother found a strand of black silk thread from the waist of Xiaoxi's torn clothes, which seemed to be pulled from someone's clothes...

Another month passed, and the days were completely peaceful again, and no one could see the turbulent undercurrent.

This month, Xiaoxi's death made people in the village even more anxious. Some people packed their bags and made up their minds to bid farewell to this place; What……

Xiaoshu was sick, although he didn't show much on the surface, but Tan Yuan knew that he was sad for Xiaoxi.

That night, Tan Yuan took care of the little scholar to sleep, went out quietly, came to the familiar river bank, looked at the dark clouds covering the moon, looked peacefully, and murmured to himself: "There is still a month left." ..."

Suddenly, the wind blows.

Tan Yuan covered his heart, squatted down, and the wind-blown hair brushed against his painful face. His eyes darkened a little, but lost their previous expression. His face turned pale, as if he had changed. one person.

Tan Yuan stood there, looking left and right

Not far away, a woman came slowly. The woman looked calm, and even revealed a resolute hatred, and slowly walked towards Tan Yuan...

Xu Ming was awakened by the nightmare, his heart felt uneasy as if it was about to jump out, and he couldn't breathe.

Xu Ming sat up, gasping for breath, and found that there was nothing around him, and the whole house was eerily dark and quiet, and Tan Yuan didn't know where he went?

The uneasiness in my heart did not disappear because of my sobriety, but intensified instead.

Xu Ming got out of bed with bare feet, and coughed violently as his still unhealed body left the bed.

He walked to the window, opened the window, and wanted to drive away the depression in his heart, but he saw a little bit of fire lighted up in the distance...

That is the direction of the river.