Castle Peak with rain

It is rainy and foggy in Tangmen.

It rains a lot.

On days that don't rain, it's mostly foggy.

It's rare to see the sunny day, but it doesn't make Yao Haixu feel cold and oppressive.

Although it is humid, the winter here is not very cold.

Even Xiufang's winter is even colder.

It should be said to be gentle.

Maybe it's just the climate.

I have heard a lot about Tang Sect so far.

There has always been a lot of rumors in the rivers and lakes and in the martial arts.

Concealed weapons and assassination, tricks and poisoning.

Even the previous generation's martial arts leader was also the previous generation's Tang Sect leader.

So in the imagination, this place should be eerie and terrifying, making people fearful and far away.

In fact, Tang Sect's horror is not without, but it is unmistakable.

It's just that much of the truth usually lies at the core.

What the world can come into contact with is always nothing but groundless rumors that may not be without reason.

And those are far away from Yao Haixu.

He is just a grain of dust in the rivers and lakes, a mustard seed, insignificant to nothing.

If he hadn't been rescued, maybe only Zhu Yiji would take it to heart.

He had come to save him after all.

Yao Haixu doesn't know how they found him.

In those days he was probably still obsessed with it.

It never occurred to him that he might really be that important to anyone.

But Zhu Yi Ji proved it before he died.

In this way, he should be able to "peace his eyes".

Yao Haixu felt that he should not continue to think about it.

Unhelpful.

As long as you are alive, you will sacrifice your life to repay each other.

In any case, the words "Tang Junyan" have been imprinted on my heart willingly.

What happened to the Tang Sect has nothing to do with him, Yao Haixu.

Only this child, Tang Junyan, was the one he could give up everything to guard.

There is more than one important thing in life.

There may be more than one important person.

There is no first come, first served, but there is a top priority, not favoring one over another.

It is best to be able to be worthy of everyone.

But Tang Junyan will always be his top priority.

However, when people think this way, they usually ignore the hidden premise.

Most of the seemingly absolute things often hide imperceptible premises.

As for whether the premise is really true, basically only God knows.

Otherwise, how could there be the word "perseverance".

Recently, Tang Junyan came back with a bunch of things from the production agency.

It is said that he asked a brother with a different surname named Gao Ling for advice on how to organize Xiaozhu.

So I studied assembly there all day long.

Yao Haixu is no stranger to such things as organ pigs.

There is a big one in Tangjiaji, which is specially used for sending and receiving letters.

On the open space in front of Tangjiabao and the slopes on both sides, there are several running around there every day.

Naive, very cute.

Apart from the pandas in the bamboo forest, the organ pig is the cutest and most interesting thing Yao Haixu has ever seen in the Tang Sect.

So he understood Tang Junyan's enthusiasm for making organ piglets.

It's a pity he couldn't be of much help.

I can only watch the little guy working there by himself every day.

A fire was lit in the house with a brazier.

It was all because Tang Junyan was afraid that he would be weak after injury.

When it wasn't raining, I went out with him for a walk, otherwise I just asked him to stay in the house for fear that he would be caught in the cold.

When I woke up one day, I recalled that I had dreamed of Zhu Yiji.

Obviously, I have warned myself that it is useless to think too much.

But who can control what they dream about.

Then that day, it didn't rain.

He and Tang Junyan were walking near Wenwenpo.

Suddenly there was the urgent neighing of horses.

Then something like the wind swept over.

Almost threw him to the ground.

After all, he was not thrown down, but was held tightly in a pair of arms.

Surrounded by a familiar atmosphere.

Yao Haixu opened his mouth slightly, wondering if he didn't wake up from his dream.

"Hey Xu."

There was a suppressed tremor in the voice calling his name.

Although she hugged him tightly, she could still feel the trembling of the other party.

The man only called out to him, but the trembling continued against his body, and he couldn't stop it.

"Iji."

Yao Haixu almost spit out the other party's name without thinking.

The response was a harder hug.

"Don't cry, fool."

Yao Haixu stretched out his arms to hug this person, he didn't need to see him, he just knew he was crying.

"I'm not fine."

"Yes." Zhu Yiji choked up and said a word after a while.

Just like that time, Zhu Yiji found him again.

What is his virtue and ability.

Then it was just hugs.

No more words are needed.

The silent hug continued until Zhu Yiji felt enough.

When she retracted her arm and looked at him, there was still reluctance.

Peach Blossom eyes reflect a clear face.

Much paler and thinner.

But it is alive after all.

better than anything.

There were still tears on Zhu Yiji's cheeks.

Yao Haixu smiled indifferently.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the ability to express great sorrow and joy seems to be temporarily locked.

"I just dreamed of you, and you really came."

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Zhu Yiji's voice sounded like a sigh.

"I know."

From the moment he fell off the cliff, he must have been looking for him.

until now.

"I'm sorry, Iji, for keeping you in fear for so long."

Zhu Yiji shook his head, tears rolled down his cheeks.

At the same time, a smile appeared on his face.

Zhu Yiji said: "I am very happy now."

There were two people left who should probably have looked at each other in dismay, one big and one small.

The older one held himself and Zhu Yiji's two horses, and smiled warmly at the younger one.

Tang Junyan also smiled cutely at Zhang Junran.

Seeing Zhang Junran waving to him, he jumped over with Tayun.

Seeing the little figure jumping up, Zhang Junran knelt down to talk to him.

"What's your name?" Zhang Junran asked.

"Tang Junyan. Hello, brother."

So cute.Zhang Junran thought to himself.

He raised his hand and touched Tang Junyan's head with a smile.

"It was Jun Yan who saved me."

Yao Haixu's voice came from above his head.

When Zhang Junran stood up, Tang Junyan had already turned around, took the hand of Yao Haixu who came with Zhu Yiji and said, "Brother, let's go back? Together with these two brothers who came to look for you. "

Yao Haixu said: "Okay."

Both Zhu Yiji and Zhang Junran were amazed by Yao Haixu's words, "It was Jun Yan who saved me".

With doubts in his heart, he walked to their residence together with Yao Haixu and Tang Junyan, who were holding big hands and small hands.

Forgetting is sometimes difficult for humans.

But a lot of the time, very good at it.

Good at it is called instinct.

Without this instinct, Huang Zihong doesn't know how he would have survived until now.

It is not so much that he loves to drink, it is better to say that he is dependent on alcohol.

Many things, over the years, were not thought about at first, as if they were justified.

Until one day, he suddenly thought of it, understood it instantly, and looked back, ah, so it was.

and then?

He can neither change anything nor improve himself.

He's just struggling to live.

For years, he didn't even realize he was struggling.

Even if Gao Yunli found Sun Simiao for him, even if he was drinking the medicinal soup specially prepared for him every day, Huang Zihong never thought that he really needed to be healed.

He has been mingling among people, as if nothing happened, everything is normal.

When and where did something go wrong.

When I was young, I was completely ignorant.

It was the first time in Huang Zihong's life that he met someone like Gao Yunli.

But he didn't have the so-called freshness that maybe he should have.

The sense of freshness is something that only people with enough vitality or enough innocence will have.

But it is a pity that Huang Zihong is neither the former nor the latter.

So he can't feel it.

All he has is indifference and defensiveness.

But unconsciously from defensive to unprepared.

He was so careless that he didn't even care about the fear that emerged from tearing off the surface of his defense.

Huang Zihong didn't feel any danger.

In other words, he couldn't tell whether it was real or an illusion.

Huang Zihong believes that time can reveal many things.

But when it comes to Gao Yunlian, time seems to be the best lobbyist.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had written the three words "Gao Yunli" on the paper.

Repeatedly, overlapping.

I don't know why.

What a waste of ink.

Of course, Huang Zihong likes his own handwriting.

More than one person has praised his calligraphy for its beauty.

The most important thing is that he likes it.

No matter what it is, he can write it to make it look as good as he likes.

The bones and flesh stop evenly.

The word is like its person.

When Gao Yunyi said "Words are like a person", Huang Zihong of course felt that it was a compliment besides a compliment.

Even if these four words are studied deeply, it may not be a compliment.

It just so happened that Gao Yunli walked in when Huang Zihong frowned helplessly at the beautifully written "Gao Yunli".

All I saw was Huang Zihong hastily and roughly crumpling up a large sheet of paper full of something, and throwing it aside.

Naturally asked: "What's the matter, Zi Rong?"

"It's just scribbling."

Huang Zihong replied calmly, pretending to be calm.

Gao Yunli smiled and wanted to go over to have a look.

Huang Zihong raised his face and prevented him from passing.

"Why, there's nothing to see."

"See what it does."

Gao Yunli was still smiling.

Huang Zihong then pushed him out.

"Do you want to be so annoying? Get out, get out."

Keep driving people away.

Gao Yunli really wanted to take Huang Zihong into his arms.

Laughing unavoidably reveals some unconscious malicious intentions.

Huang Zihong stopped and raised his head intuitively, but when he saw that smile, he panicked as if he had bumped into something he shouldn't have seen.

"Zihong."

Gao Yunli pinched Huang Zihong's chin lightly with one hand and lifted it up, forcing him to look at him and not let him dodge.

"You are so flustered, I will misunderstand."

"Who panicked!"

Before Huang Zihong turned his head away completely, he was turned back again, and the smiling face that made him panic was still in his upward gaze.

"Zihong, I like you."

Who cares about you, let go, bastard, pervert, pervert, Gao Yun...

Gao Yun.

As a result, Huang Zihong couldn't say a single word.

He only let Gao Yun's kiss gently land on the corner of his lips.