Travel thousands of miles in my life

The long silence was suffocating.Yan Wuxin turned around a few times, guessing her mysterious words.He could naturally see that the woman didn't want to talk too much, and Yan Wuwu would not expose her scars.

"I'm leaving." The woman suddenly said, breaking the silence.

Palace Mistress Su He's whereabouts are quite mysterious, she seems to have walked here occasionally, and then came here unintentionally, at this time, she just put a stick of incense on the spiritual tablet of Yan's father and mother, and then said goodbye.Yan Wuxin stared at her thin back, his mind turned a thousand times.After a long time, he smiled knowingly.

"That's right..." Wen Qiaoying thought of something, reached out and untied the Pearly Bu Yao from her hair, and the bound hair instantly poured down.She stuffed the swing into the man's hand, and jokingly said: "This can be regarded as returning to the original owner, your mother gave it to you. I want that brat to keep it safe, and don't end up selling it off. It’s good to leave it to my daughter-in-law, but I don’t think it’s possible. These are her original words, and now I don’t owe your mother anything.”

Yan Wuxin held that heavy walking yoke, and didn't recover for a long while.This Diancui jewelry inlaid with pearls and jade is made into the shape of a lark or a bird. The pointed beak is polished with ruby, and it can be covered with rubbing. It looks agile and delicate, and it really looks like a Something his mother would love.

In desperation, he had no choice but to carefully put that step into his arms, and solemnly thanked him.

"No thanks, I owe her a lot." The woman waved her hand indifferently.She straightened her shoulders and walked out the door as reserved and graceful as a proud white peacock.

Yan Wuxin pushed the door open, bowed slightly and said, "If I'm lucky, see you later."

Hearing these words, Wen Qiaoying narrowed her eyes with a smile, her eyelashes like butterfly wings covered her sparkling eyes, and finally there were ripples different from the past in those eyes that might have always been calm and indifferent.She leaned on the door frame, turned her head and said with a sweet smile: "Then see you later."

She left as quietly as when she came, and Pingting's figure seemed not to belong to this world.Looking at the moon-white figure, Yan Wuwu felt for no reason that she would never come back again.

The sky has just turned dark, and there is no more cloud, and Mount Bliss has returned to its former tranquility and stability.Thousands of thoughts came to his mind, but he never imagined that the past of his father and mother was so colorful.He could almost imagine what kind of a pair of chic characters could be friends with people from all walks of life, indulge in the mountains and rivers, and even walk so extraordinary.

It was right not to enter his dream, if he did, he didn't know what to say.

He looked up at the sky, it was time to go back.Yan Wuxin slipped onto the wall, and was about to raise his breath to get up when he suddenly found a man in blue clothes standing at a corner not far away. A white chin protrudes, but the lips are very red.The man was leaning on the wet wall with his arms folded, and there were still some water marks on the wall. The man in the blue shirt didn't seem to care at all, only immersed in his own thoughts.

Yan Wuwu stared at the man for a long while, then quietly walked over the wall.

The top of this wall is specially built, it is as tall as a person, but it is only less than one foot wide.Yan Wuwu walked steadily. There were many broken bricks and tiles under his feet, but they didn't make any noise, not even one of them was knocked off.

Staring at the familiar figure, Yan Wuwu had a vague guess in his heart, and that guess made him feel sour and swollen, as if he was happy after drinking some great wine.

A few steps away, he stood on the top of the wall and looked at the man.

The man stretched out his hand and raised the Ruo Li, revealing those frost-like eyes, looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "Let me find it easier."

"Really?" Yan Wuwu also smiled, he had almost never smiled like this, his mouth was wide open to the ears, and his footsteps were a little fluttering, "Why did you change your clothes?"

"I bought a suit from the palace servants, and you have a share. I picked a blue one for you after the rain." Wen Shuqiu took off the bamboo hat, hugged it in front of his chest, and picked up the two paper umbrellas that were leaning against the corner of the wall. He laughed and said, "Let's visit my uncle and aunt some other day."

"Have you seen it all?" Yan Wuwu was a little embarrassed. He has been shameless for more than 20 years and never told any good brother to see him like this.

"En." Wen Shuqiu responded, and he saw the pine trees planted on both sides dripping rain that was too late to collect, and the water dripped on the bluestone slab, making a small ticking sound continuously.The young man frowned, propped up the paper umbrella with the landscape painted on it, and said, "That must be Su He's Palace Mistress."

"I want to hit it too, the water dripped into my neck." Yan Wuwu cheekily squeezed under the small umbrella.

Seeing this, Wen Shuqiu bumped his shoulder and said, "Get out, there's still one left."

"Then I don't, how troublesome it is." Yan Wuwu scratched his nose, and leaned forward again: "You smell so good."

"Just to say, how can the fragrance have the fragrance of the handkerchief in your arms?" Wen Shuqiu glanced at him, tilted the umbrella towards the man, and asked doubtfully, "Why did she give you that jewelry?"

Yan Wuxin took out the jade walking stick from his arms and shook it, handed it over and said with a smile: "This is originally my mother's relic, but I don't know why it was handed over to Palace Master Wen for preservation. Now that she sees me talking to the memorial tablet, I must be Yan Shi’s son is gone, so leave it to me.”

Wen Shuqiu took it, and gently touched Hongyu's beak.The jade was probably carefully polished, moist but not flashy, and the light has long been taken away by the years.There are few scratches on the pearl and jade pendant underneath, it can be seen that the owner cherished it very much.

His eyes became more gentle, and he turned slightly to look at Yan Wuyi, who was concentrated on holding an umbrella beside him. The man's eyebrows were raised, his eyes were deep, and he was very handsome, with the charm of a mature man in every gesture.

The man noticed his gaze and turned to look at him with doubts. The moment the two looked at each other, the man smiled.

"Your mother is very good." Wen Shuqiu carefully held the walking stick.

"If you've seen her before, you'll definitely be deceived by her." Yan Wuwu shook her head and said with a smile, "She's so fierce, she's only as tall as my father's shoulders, and every time he can clean up my father so that he doesn't dare to speak. When I was young, I was not afraid of the sky and the earth. I copied the tiger’s den as soon as I said it, and I dared to fight with the blind bear, but I was afraid of her. I also have a few friends who lived in the mountain when they were young. Clean up. My mother will follow us all day to clean up the mess, apologize to others, and then come back and beat us up."

"Hey, you were really extraordinary when you were young." Wen Shuqiu imagined the scene, a seven or eight-year-old child fighting with a bear, and said with a smile: "Auntie cleaned up well."

"Hahaha, that's what everyone said. My father is rather bored, or is he rather sluggish? He also likes to tease my mother. A few words can make my mother angry. After teasing, he can talk nicely." At that time, we lived together with the master and the junior uncle. When my parents quarreled, everyone was used to it and didn’t care about it.” Yan Wuxin laughed and said, “They still fight every three days. In the first fight, my mother blamed my father for not caring about me, and my father quickly defended, saying that I have grown up and I don’t need him to care about me. My mother was angry at that time, pointing at me and saying, ‘He is only eight years old! Older, okay Yan Laosan, don’t you love me anymore!’, that’s all. I’ll take you back another day, where there’s still the millstone that my mother broke with a broom!”

"Lingtang is really a hero among women." Wen Shuqiu couldn't help laughing, "Then what happened after that?"

"Later, my father swore again, and he coaxed him to beg for forgiveness." Yan Wuwu smiled and trembled: "My little uncle said, this is how these two are, and they love each other only when they argue."

He laughed a few times, raised his head and sighed.

"It's just that something happened later, and my parents are gone. Not only is the mountain so empty." Yan Wuwu paused, and said helplessly: "The two elders probably have forgotten about my big son, otherwise why Didn't even look at me."

"No, you're thinking about it." Wen Shuqiu held up his gaiter: "Do you know what it's called?"

"Uh..." Yan Wuxin said where did he know where the woman's jewelry was, and said nonsense, "Probably, bird tassel hairpin?"

"..." Wen Shuqiu choked for a moment, not knowing how to answer.He shook his head, wrapped the walking stick, and gently stuffed it back into the man's arms.

The young man patted the man's shoulder, and sighed softly in his ear: "This is called 'parental heart'."

After speaking, he took the umbrella from the man's hand and walked forward.

Yan Wuwu's eyes widened in an instant, and he felt that feather-like sigh, lightly, lightly smashed into his heart, stirring up a cloud of dust.He raised his hand in a daze, and touched his chest. It seemed that there was a wind blowing there, bringing countless warmth to his whole body.

tick-

A drop of rain slid off the pine needles and landed on the tip of his nose.The rain came again and again.

Yan Wuxin suddenly came back to his senses, looking at the blue-clothed youth in front of him with half helplessness and half joy.

The night is twilight, and the mountains and rivers are deep.In the distance are the singing voices of the people from the unknown palace, wrapped in the drizzle of rain, speaking in a low voice.A homesick person played the leaf flute, and the sound was melodious, immersed in the lake.

There is a moon at the corner of the sky, thin clouds, and scattered stars.Standing under all the good things, the young man quietly raised his eyes to look at him, then smiled helplessly, and walked towards him holding an umbrella.

"..." Yan Wuwu opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't hold back a word.He hadn't read too many Fengyue novels, and couldn't find any gorgeous words to describe his feeling at this time, so he went up to meet him, and squeezed into the small umbrella with a smile.

In the days to come, he thought about it carefully, and the feeling at that time was turbulent, seemingly monstrous.

In fact, it was just that his heart suddenly became noisy, and he whispered something in his ear.

You are doomed.

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