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Qingyu Mountain?Sapphire Gate?

Xiaotong, or Fan Youxi, didn't know where Qingyumen was.

However, Fan Fenglong's back looks broad and safe.Fan Youxi thought, since he was homeless anyway, since he had no other place to go, why not go to Qingyumen to have a look.

So, Fan Youxi obediently climbed onto Fan Fenglong's back.

Fan Fenglong had a sapphire sword wrapped in white cloth hanging on his chest, and with the little apprentice he had just picked up on his back, he stood up steadily and walked towards Qingyu Mountain unhurriedly.

Fan Youxi wrapped her short arms around Fan Fenglong's neck. Following the ups and downs of the mountain road, the hilt of the Sapphire Sword swayed back and forth, bumping against his thin wrist constantly, as if greeting him.

Fan Youxi grabbed the hilt of the sword and asked, "What is this?"

"This is the Sapphire Sword, and it is very important.

"Then why are you walking around with it?"

"Youxi, remember to call me Master."

Where Fan Youxi couldn't see, Fan Fenglong smiled with a gentle and gentle tone.

"Because there is only Master in the sect, so Master will take it with him wherever he goes. But it's different now, with you here, Master can rest assured that it will be handed over to you for safekeeping, right?"

Fan Youxi nodded solemnly. This is his promise to "Master". Even though they just met, this promise is extremely sincere.

Because "Master" gave him a name, he also gave Master a promise.

The sapphire sword, although he didn't know what it was, he promised to protect it well.

Commitment is important.My father said that Dalantai must keep his promise, so that he can grow into a man of indomitable spirit.

Dalantai?Fan Youxi?

He couldn't figure it out, what on earth was my name?

Maybe when you grow up, you will understand.

He raised his head, and the green hills in the distance were as beautiful as an endless grassland.

I don't know when the clouds will dissipate, and the sky is blue, so blue that it burns the eyes.

"CUT."

"elder brother--"

Mao Xiong turned his head, and in the crowd, his mother was holding her brother and smilingly beckoning to him.

Zheng Jianhua lowered the bear back to the ground, and the bear yelled "Modou!" and quickly ran to his brother.

Qian Linhai asked kindly: "Mrs. Mao, after lunch there will be a scene where Fan Youxi and Sun Jinghui first meet at Qingyu Mountain. Do you want the child to take a break after eating?"

Mao's mother hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, they both went to bed early last night, and they are not sleepy now, so let's shoot according to the crew's schedule."

As she said that, Mama Mao stroked Mao Xiong's head, and asked coaxingly, "Xiao Xiong, are you tired?"

Mao Xiong shook his head seriously, while Maodou was shaking back and forth in his mother's arms, so loud that he almost fell to the ground.

Wang Ziyue quickly reached out to help, and stuffed the edamame back into his mother's arm.

Mama Mao quickly grabbed Maodou and said gratefully, "Thank you."

The prince smiled and said, "You are too polite."

Maodou lay on her mother's shoulder and stared straight at Wang Ziyue's face, then suddenly shouted: "It's you! The big brother in the IPAD!"

"what?"

The more the prince looked at both sides in a daze, he was at a loss.

Mama Mao turned pale when she heard the words, and wanted to cover Maodou's mouth but couldn't do so.The hairy bear next to him raised his head hard to look at Wang Ziyue, and said in surprise: "Really, you are the younger brother of that beautiful sister."

The younger brother of the pretty sister?

Only then did Wang Ziyue come to his senses, and said with a smile, "Did you say I'm Su Zhilan's younger brother? Have you watched "Screen Kiss"? Haha, I'm so happy."

Mama Mao blushed and explained shyly, "I've been chasing "Screen Kiss" all the time, and the child will remember it when he sees it."

Maodou started to shake his head again, and murmured brokenly: "Mom watches beautiful sisters fall in love every day, so don't play IPAD for us!"

Mao Xiong also nodded in agreement, and stared at Wang Ziyue bitterly and bitterly, as if he was a class enemy and wanted to be treated cruelly!

Mama Mao was going crazy: "You guys play on the IPAD for a few hours every day, and I just come back from get off work and watch TV for a while?"

The staff next to him burst into laughter. Qian Linhai pinched Maodou's face and said cheerfully, "Listen to your mother and stop playing with IPAD, or you will wear glasses like grandpa at a young age."

Liu Shuhua poked Mao Xiong's serious face, and jokingly said, "Mom will use the IPAD to watch the TV series of the two of you from now on, right?"

Qian Linhai echoed: "That's right, from now on we will all watch the TV series played by the two Maomao. Alright, let's eat quickly, and try to finish filming the childhood scenes before two o'clock, so that the children can go back to the hotel early to rest."

The crew quickly finished their lunch in the outdoor scenic area, took a short rest, and then transferred the equipment to the real scene studio of Qingyumen.

J City Film and Television City is located in the suburbs and has a vast area. The developer has encircled a wilderness mountain top, which is specially used for the filming of costume dramas.

Huaxin has very strict requirements on the details and quality of the works. The real architectural scene of Qingyumen was set up in advance before the shooting started, and the location is on the hillside of the hill.

In order to show the glories of Qingyumen in the past and its desolation in the present, the majestic front hall, porch, martial arts field and other buildings are deliberately made old. Whether it is blue tiles or low walls, they try their best to express the sense of historical vicissitudes baptized by wind and rain.

In the last scene of the childhood drama, the Sun family sent their only son to Qingyu Mountain. Taoist Miaolin had greeted Fan Fenglong earlier, and Fan Fenglong happily accepted this apprentice, and promised that the Sun couple would take good care of Sun Jinghui.

The crew has already set up the machines and lights. The front hall of Qingyumen is very large, but because there is no furniture, it looks extraordinarily empty and lonely. Only the three characters "Qingyumen" on the door plaque can vaguely recognize the glorious history spanning a hundred years.

Zheng Jianhua sat on the master chair, and Mao Xiong stood aside obediently.As soon as the slate was played, the actor who played the Sun couple led Maodou into the room.

"Master Fan, Master Fan."

Master Sun's urgent call echoed in the front hall.

"I brought the dog here, do you think you are going to be a teacher today?"

Mrs. Sun held her son's hand tightly: "My son, quickly call Master."

Sun Jinghui called dryly: "Master."

With a cry, he covered his mouth and began to cough violently, a sickly blush appeared on his pale face.

Fan Fenglong originally planned to put on airs in front of the new apprentice, but when he saw Sun Jinghui coughing and coughing, he quickly jumped up, bent down and patted Sun Jinghui's thin back.

Sun Jinghui turned his head while coughing, and buried his face in his mother's wide and soft sleeves.

Madam Sun's eyes turned red immediately, and she caressed the top of her son's head with teary eyes.

Mr. Sun was afraid that his wife would change his mind, so he hurriedly said: "As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a good student. If Jing Hui causes trouble in the future, the head of Fan can discipline him strictly. There is no need, no need to have any scruples..."

Master Sun couldn't continue talking either, he raised his head and closed his eyes, with muddy tears slowly dripping from the corners of his eyes.

The three members of the Sun family cried together, while Fan Youxi stood beside the grand teacher's chair, staring blankly.

The younger brother's mother, like his mother, is Han Chinese.But she is so gentle to junior brother, completely different from his mother.

very nice.

He thought, it's good that the younger brother has his mother love him.

He heard from his master that his junior decided to go up to the mountains to practice martial arts.He couldn't understand, how could someone abandon such good parents?

If I were him...if his mother was my mother...

He stared blankly at his younger brother, really unable to understand what his younger brother was thinking.

Maybe when you grow up, you will understand.

Fan Fenglong had heard Taoist Miaolin say that the Sun family loves to cry.No matter what happens, cry out loud before talking about it. This is probably the Sun family's family motto.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Fan Fenglong had a kind heart all his life, and he hated seeing others sad and crying.

He bowed his hands and saluted, and said with a serious expression: "Fan will definitely take care of Jinghui wholeheartedly, and won't let him suffer any grievances at Qingyumen."

Master Sun nodded frequently, choked with sobs and said, "Okay...okay..."

Mrs. Sun fought back her tears, and gently pushed her son away: "Jing Hui, go kowtow and offer tea to Master."

Sun Jinghui made a gesture to kneel, but Fan Fenglong hurriedly stopped him, and said considerately: "Jinghui is weak, and the cold air on the ground seriously hurt his body. Let's save these red tapes for later."

As he said that, he turned his head back and called out, "Youxi, hurry up and say hello to Junior Brother Jinghui."

Fan Youxi came back to her senses, and hurriedly walked in front of her junior brother.

Sun Jinghui was shorter than him, and was particularly thin because of the disease. His red eyes looked at him timidly like a little white rabbit.

A feeling of pity rose in Fan Youxi's heart.

From today on, besides the green jade sword, he has another thing that needs to be guarded, and that is his junior brother.

Vulnerable, poor, juniors who need to be taken care of.

Fan Youxi took out a small toy from her sleeve and solemnly gave it to her junior brother.

It was a foal carved of wood, painted white with dye.

The workmanship of this little wooden horse is very rough, the lines are messy and rough, the color is dark and light, and the paint is very uneven.Sun Jinghui is very particular about food and clothing in the Sun family, and has never seen such crude benzene toys.

Fan Fenglong patted Fan Youxi's head, and said affectionately: "Youxi made this with his own hands. He heard that the younger brother was coming, but he didn't sleep well for several nights, and he was thinking about what gift to give the younger brother as a meeting gift."

Fan Youxi nodded quickly, he was clumsy and could not speak, but fortunately his master did it for him.

But Master was wrong about one thing.

Fan Youxi's insomnia all night was caused by excitement, not because of entanglement in meeting rituals.

In fact, picking out gifts didn't take a lot of time.

If there is one gift that a boy on the prairie wants most, it is a pony of his own.However, Fan Youxi was far away from the grassland, and he didn't have a horse, so he had to carve a small wooden horse for his younger brother to express his affection.

Sun Jinghui lowered his head and said nothing, holding a small wooden horse with his small hands.The rough surface of the Trojan horse still has residual body temperature, which shows that the brother has been holding it tightly.

Fan Youxi took out a small wooden horse from her sleeve and handed it to Sun Jinghui. The two white horses made a pair.

"Look, I also have a pony. From now on, we will ride these two white horses around Qingyu Mountain, okay?"

After a while, Fan Youxi heard the almost inaudible reply from his junior brother:

"it is good."

So, Fan Youxi put his white horse back into his sleeve, and stretched out his hand to hold his junior brother's hand.

Sun Jinghui held Baiju in one hand and his senior brother in the other.

Two small figures leaned against each other.It seems that as long as the senior brothers want to go, the two white horses can carry them there; as if as long as the senior brothers are together, nothing in the world can separate them.