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And this "Yi Fengzhi" naturally also saw them.

He put the two buckets on the ground, and he tilted his head slightly, not only his appearance was young, but also his behavior, demeanor and eyes were abnormally young.Su Huaijing once saw this man in Yi Qing's past memories, and looked back at him from a distance when he was at the Gate of Four Seasons, vaguely remembering that the man looked gloomy and indifferent, like a flower in a high mountain, elusive but unattainable.

However, young people will always grow up, and old people also have their own youthful moments. There is no one who knows what Yi Fengzhi looked like when he was young, except Si Mingyue, but it is precisely because they are almost the same that Si Mingyue is like this as horrified.

"who are you."

"Yi Fengzhi" came over, she was not dressed well, but ordinary people's clothes, but the texture was soft and thick, although not gorgeous, but comfortable.

He stopped suddenly on the way, as if he saw something, looked down and looked again, then turned back and nodded at the wooden figures, not to blame, but like an adult helping a child's naughtiness.

Seeing this scene made Yi Qing's eyes heat up, and he remembered that day when the sun was burning like flames, Yi Fengzhi held the Soul Burning Lamp and lowered his head and whispered to him: "Qing'er, it is father who is too harsh on you." His father was helpless and old at that time The expression on his face was no different from the one he had blamed the wooden man for playing at this time, as if he had just made a small mistake, and his father was just cleaning up the mess for him as always.

A few wooden figures bowed and raised their hands to please them, and they trotted over again pitifully, and dug up the ground diligently. As soon as the soft soil was dug up, graceful fireworks burst out, and they were dug up. A few sweet potatoes came out, and the skin had become charred. "Yi Fengzhi" bent down and picked up two of them and knocked them against each other. The gray and black carbon skins fell down one after another, and each was folded in half, revealing the glutinous and golden insides.

"Do you eat?"

"Yi Fengzhi" blew on the hot air and ate a couple of mouthfuls, and then handed over a sweet potato. Yi Qing tremblingly stepped forward to take it, his fingertips were burning red, he looked at the thing in his hand, and his voice was loud. Choking, but unable to speak, then slowly peeled off the skin and took a small bite.

Sister Jing's hand landed on his shoulder and helped him stabilize. Yi Qing turned his head to look at her. His expression was not weak or pitiful, and he didn't even waver at all. He just pleaded in a calm and calm voice: "He Are you still alive?" He even smiled slightly, but the smile was not very calm, like a pool of clear springs being thrown into a small stone, making a little noise, but in the end it just slowly rippled away, and it was hard to see What an amazing splash.

Before waiting for sister Jing to answer, Si Mingyue opened her mouth first. She had recovered from the shock, looked at "Yi Fengzhi" coldly, and said flatly: "He is not Yi Fengzhi, he is from Wuxi." A puppet, but it just happens to look exactly like Yi Fengzhi, nothing unusual, Wu Xi and Yi Fengzhi are very good, and when he wants to do something, he always thinks of this old friend first." She As if he had seen through something, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became happy again, looking very relaxed.

However, that joy also completely faded from her face, leaving nothing behind.

Yi Fengzhi died of course, completely dead, not a single bit of him remained, his soul was shattered, and there was no trace left between the heaven and the earth.

People are always going to die, even if they are not as good as him, the soul is reincarnated again and again, gradually fading away, and eventually it will disperse. However, this world will not die, and neither will the seven emotions and six desires. Death depends entirely on destiny, even if other people have all kinds of supernatural powers, there is nothing they can do to help them.

Therefore, a dead person is dead. No matter how similar or realistic the creation is, he will no longer be that person after all.

Yi Fengzhi chose the right path, and it is doomed that there will be no chance to do it again.

But the "Yi Fengzhi" in front of him just happily ate sweet potatoes, blinked and said, "Who are you, guests? No one has been here for a long time."

Just as Yi Qing was about to speak, Si Mingyue suddenly pushed him away, grabbed "Yi Fengzhi"'s arm a little rudely, and said sharply: "Wu Xi! He is your master, tell me where he went ! He's not dead, right?!"

"He went to see his friend."

"Yi Fengzhi" said happily, his memory probably is very good, so he didn't even think about it, and immediately said, "He went to find a very important friend in Biexian Temple. But he went out for a long time He hasn’t sent a letter for a long time, I think he’s going home soon, so he didn’t send a letter.”

This time Su Huaijing can somewhat understand why Si Mingyue saw through the other party at a glance, because except for people like Yi Qing who are willing to have their eyes covered, normal people probably would not think that a person with a face like Yi Fengzhi would have such a face. Innocence and simplicity that is almost ignorant of the world, and he really doesn't look like a person who can share sweet potatoes.

To be precise, he doesn't seem like a person who can eat sweet potatoes.

Beixian Temple... that... that was more than 1000 years ago.

Is Wu Xi really dead?

Si Mingyue was at a loss for a moment, Yi Qing remained silent, Su Huaijing looked around and saw three people coming together, but she was the only one left who didn't know Yi Feng, so she had to take up the important task of talking, Said: "That's right, we are here as guests, but the host doesn't seem to be here. What's your name?"

"My name is Fengwu, which means Fengqi Yuwu. Although the master is not here, I am here."

Feng Wu blinked, looking very innocent and happy, Si Mingyue snorted coldly, Su Huaijing always felt that there was something wrong with these two words, but she really couldn't tell.And at this time Yi Qing finally came back to his senses, he looked at Feng Wu, although he couldn't find the reverence and respect for his father, but Ai Wu Ji Wu's eyes were full of love, and he said softly: "I... I am Yi Fengzhi's. Son, do you know me?"

"Ah...you are Qing'er? Are you already this old?" Feng Wu's expression was gloomy. If there were no people present, Su Huaijing was really afraid that Yi Qing would cry while holding Feng Wu.Feng Wu didn't feel sad for a long time, he nodded, dutifully interpreted Yi Fengzhi who was quite Ou Oxi, and then said, "Come, let's talk in the room."

The room is very clean. It can be seen that Fengwu cleans it every day. Several small wooden figures of different sizes are running around carrying strange things. Sister Jing turned around inadvertently and saw a "Seven Gods Wood" sticking obliquely on the table. With a slight jump, he said: "Fengwu, that seven gods tree... you are useful, can you give me your love?"

Qishenmu was one of the materials that Lu Qiuzhen proposed to him at the beginning. It is as strong as iron, and the breath of vegetation is extremely rich. It is a high-quality material for making utensils.

"Sure, for a beautiful girl like you, let alone a piece of wood, even a flower, naturally there is no reason not to give it." Feng Wu slightly tilted his head, and picked up the tea tray from the small wooden man to make tea for the three of them If it wasn't for the fact that his face was too dramatic, Su Huaijing would have felt like being teased, but this time he only felt that he was about to be knocked down by Yi Qing.

However, he really has no interest in being Yi Qing's stepmother, let alone a fake stepmother.

"Thank you then."

It's a bastard not to take advantage of it, Su Huaijing put the Qishenmu into the mustard bag, not polite to others, he took a sip from the teacup, and listened to the bastard Yi Qing, no matter how sad or happy, pretending to be a child who lacks love That's what Feng Wu said.

In fact, Feng Wu didn't know much about it. Wu Xi hadn't returned since he left Yungui a long time ago. The two of them knew that he was dead, but Feng Wu had been playing and having fun outside as the master, and quietly waited for the other party to return. Wait and wait.And not long after Wu Xi left, Yi Fengzhi once came to Fengwu holding Yi Qing who was still a baby. At that time, Fengwu had just started not long ago. gone.

Si Mingyue was very impatient with the short and trivial things of these parents, so she stood up and walked back and forth in front of the cabinet, but Yi Qing listened to the little things when she was a baby with great interest, even though Feng Wu said that he seemed to be able to cry when he was a child. He was not ashamed to call the wind.Su Huaijing didn't find the story interesting, nor did she show complete impatience, so she turned her head to look, and saw many wooden carvings placed on the scattered spaces of the cabinet, some were men, some were women, and Si Mingyue is very similar.

Although the women's statues are not as exquisite and diverse as the men's, they are still first-class carvers, with a lifelike expression, just like a miniature version of Si Mingyue.

It seems that the relationship between the three of them should not be too bad. Could it be a circular love triangle?

It's interesting to say that a person's residence, past, and the things he makes can actually reflect most of the characteristics of his personality. However, what kind of person Wu Xi is, Su Huaijing is still looking at flowers in a fog until now. Yue Mo concluded that the other party was probably a genius with a strong scientific spirit, and had almost strict requirements for perfection in his own works, but he couldn't quite tell what kind of person he was.

Unknowingly, Yi Qing chatted with Feng Wu tirelessly until the evening, when the lake became foggy, and the full moon rose from behind the mountainside, half-revealing his face, carrying a bit of midnight chill, the cold mist lingered, like The colorful clouds that set off are clear and beautiful.

Sister Jing leaned against the mountain to look at the water, the little wooden figure turned around, and someone thoughtfully moved a small horse to let him sit down. There was only the sound of wooden gears and spirit stones in its body, and the gear buckled as it moved. There was a sound like it couldn't make.So Sister Jing sat down, and the little wooden figure pressed on her white skirt, making a "click" sound. I couldn't tell if it was shy, but it just backed up a few steps in a very funny way, fell to the ground, and was caught again. The other wooden figures pushed and stood up again.

Wu Xi is probably a very idle Virgo with a big brain.

Each little wooden figurine has its own characteristics, if one is not squarer, then the other is longer, some have a square face carved with a flower, some have a grass carved on it; The corners look rounded.

So Su Huaijing looked at the little wooden people and couldn't help smiling slightly.

He thought: Wu Xi is really an interesting person.

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