Castle Peak with rain

Zhu Yiji didn't meet anyone she wanted to see in Chunyang.

The young Taoist priest who expressed his thoughts on the suspension bridge across the river in Qutang Gorge.

There are many Chunyang disciples, because they didn't exchange names, and Zhu Yiji couldn't ask to find them.

Originally, I just wanted to try my luck and see the fate.

If there is a destiny, there must be a period in the future.

So Zhu Yiji is not in a hurry at this moment.

When he and Yao Haixu left Chunyang, Shan Xuexue seemed to have more than enough to say.

Naturally, it's not easy for them to ask more questions.

Yao Haixu doesn't seem to be very obvious, but judging from the friendship between Zhu Yiji and him, it can be seen that he is reluctant.

It's not a reluctance to Huashan or the land of Chunyang.

It's the reluctance to Shan Xuexue.

In a short amount of time, they became hot.

A very superficial heat.

But the so-called "superficial" seems to be just Zhu Yiji's idea.

Yao Haixu doesn't think so.

Yao Haixu felt that this was fate.

He was so fascinated that he didn't want to struggle at all.

There is no need for the past, and no need to think about the future.

At this moment, his heart already belongs to this person.

Yao Haixu didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

She is so cute.

So sweet.

So pure and beautiful.

Even if she is a dancer, she is undoubtedly the most beautiful dancer in the world.

The dance of swords in Qixiufang is not a dance.

The relationship between Xiufang and Wu is inextricably linked.

So being able to dance has actually deepened Yao Haixu's intimacy.

Since there is no need to avoid it, Shan Xuexue's frankness is the best proof of her innocence.

"Miss Shan, wait for me, I will definitely find you, so you must wait for me."

When parting, Yao Haixu promised and begged.

Shan Xuexue smiled and nodded: "Master Haixu, Xuexue is waiting for you, Mr. Zhu, take care."

So seeing her friend falling into love with her children, Zhu Yiji didn't know whether to be happy for Yao Haixu or worry about him.

Maybe he can only take care of himself.

Looking at Yao Haixu's situation, the possibility of embracing the beauty is still very high.

And what about himself?

Zhu Yiji smiled wryly.

Zhang Junran dreamed of a pair of peach blossom eyes.

It still upsets him when he thinks about it during the day.

He can restrain his emotions with reason.

But he couldn't control what he dreamed.

He can stop thinking.

But there are still misses.

like.

like you.

I like you.

Repression always has moments that cannot be suppressed.

When missing is exposed like a reef on the sea, it is intoxicating and helpless.

Sometimes miss so beautiful.

Salvation like nothing else can replace.

Even if you can't ask for it.

It is also the brightest star in the sky.

When everything is bleak, at least there is, only that person, shining like a star.

Can't get close but still very attractive.

For Zhang Junran, that star is Zhu Yiji.

It pained him and made him happy.

Huang Zihong seemed to be drinking more and more wine.

And be sure to drink before going to bed.

Otherwise it is impossible to fall asleep.

Although Huang Zihong's drinking capacity will fluctuate depending on his mood, it is generally increasing.

When Gao Yunli first met him, Huang Zihong wanted to drink two jugs of wine.

Later it became three pots.

Recently, it has begun to develop towards four pots.

Because the amount of alcohol fluctuates within the overall range, there will be two situations: overdrinking and underdrinking.

If he didn't drink enough, Huang Zirong would be very dissatisfied.

Naturally not happy when falling asleep.

But sometimes I drink too much.

Huang Ziying would feel very uncomfortable when he drank too much.

He even becomes painful.

He will search in vain for answers to some questions.

And those questions, that kind of questions, usually don't have answers.

Or the answer is just as Huang Zihong thought, it is the answer that makes him so unhappy.

He would ask Gao Yunling, if he has been drinking like this, will he die soon.

If so, when will it be.

Gao Yunli replied: "Zihong, you will not die. I will not let you die. I will not die either. As long as I have you, I will definitely live."

Many times, it was Gao Yunyi who carried the drunk Huang Zihong from the porch steps back to the room.

Every time, Huang Zihong's hand would grab the skirt of the shirt.

Just like the first time.

Huang Zihong gradually got used to this man's embrace and breath.

If this man left one day, would he not even be able to go back to his room by himself, but would sleep alone on the porch until dawn?

Probably not.

Huang Zihong thought.

Before Gao Yunli appeared, didn't he also stand up by himself, enter the room by himself, put on the quilt by himself, and usher in the next day's repetition alone.

It doesn't matter how long you've been unhappy or to what extent you've been unhappy.

When the hope of happiness is ignited, Huang Zihong is still afraid of the unhappiness that cannot be shaken off.

Although he believes that once everything returns to the time when he is alone, he can also quickly adapt to it based on years of habits.

So worrying about gains and losses may be the most terrible situation.

Like Chunyang Palace in Mount Hua, Zhu Yiji and Yao Haixu from the other two of the three great places of elegance in the Tang Dynasty also came to the last place of this place of elegance for the first time: Wanhua Valley.

After all, not all the three great places are on the lakeside.

Qingyan Wanhua Valley, a secret road leading to the mountains, is surrounded by cliffs.

It seems to be isolated from the mundane world, and has a wonderful beauty that never fades.

dusk.

Brother Amaru from Dongying said that this is the time to meet the devil.

Huang Zihong saw Gao Yunli with two other people.

Huang Zihong had never seen those two people before.

They all look young.

Younger than Huang Zihong.

All are men.

It seems to be acquainted with Gao Yun.

Looking at the attire, one of them was born in Qixiufang.

another--

Huang Zihong felt dizzy involuntarily.

That's right, Changgemen.

That was the disciple uniform of Changgemen.

Huang Zihong remembered that Gao Yunyi said that his Zhongyuan name was given by a disciple of Changge.

So it's not surprising that he knew people from Changgemen.

Huang Zihong wanted to turn around and walk back.

But he couldn't move because he was too overwhelmed.

He wanted to pretend he didn't see anything.

That way he doesn't have to think about what he should do.

But Gao Yunli had already turned his head and looked over.

Gao Yunli saw Huang Zihong.

"Wait a minute." Gao Yunli said to Zhu Yiji and the others.

Then Qinggong rushed to Huang Zihong.

"Zihong."

Huang Zihong looked at Gao Yunli in horror, without saying a word.

"You say it's a coincidence, the son of Changgemen who named me came here."

Gao Yunling's voice was as gentle as ever.

It turned out to be the one who named it.

"I told him you liked the name he gave me."

Huang Zihong frowned sensitively, and quickly said, "When did I say I like it?"

"Eh? Don't you like it?"

That's not the point!

The point is-

"Why is he here?"

"His surname is Zhu, and his name is Yiji. He came out to play with Qixiu's friends. He didn't expect me to be here, so he was very surprised. It's really fate to meet you." Gao Yunli said, and turned to the two people look.

Zhu Yiji and the others were also looking at this side, but separated by a distance, they could only see the general situation, and couldn't hear what they said clearly.

"Zihong, can I introduce you to them?" Gao Yunli asked cautiously and expectantly.

No.

No.

Huang Ziyun moved his lips, but couldn't make a sound.

The Changge disciple over there saluted from a distance when he met his eyes.

Memories surged and swept over, covering the sky and the sun.

"...Father..." Huang Zihong's eyes suddenly lost focus, "Mother...don't go, don't leave Zirong..."

"Zihong?!"

Gao Yunxuan couldn't help changing his expression, he stepped forward and half supported Huang Zirong, and asked, "What's the matter with you? Zirong, what's the matter?"

"That long song, that long song, he killed my father..." Huang Zihong seemed to be occupied by memories, trembling with fear, looking at Gao Yunling for help.

"No, Zihong," Gao Yun frowned, trying to appease Huang Zihong, "it's not that person, don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you."

Zhu Yiji had also noticed the strangeness on Gao Yunli's side, and wanted to see if he could help, but because he didn't know what was going on, he looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't dare to go forward rashly.

I saw the person in Gao Yun's arms, his appearance was as delicate as water, full of bookishness, and there was an elegant and handsome look at the corners of his eyes and lips, like a trickle of clear water, refreshing the heart.

The two of them were there, one handsome and the other elegant, in the eyes of others, they were like a couple made in heaven.

"you?"

Huang Zihong seemed to suddenly not recognize the man holding him in front of him.

In Huang Zihong's childhood memories of horror and despair, there is no such person as Gao Yunyi.

Huang Zihong, caught in the vortex of memories, is trying to connect the face in front of him with his own memories.

Efforts are futile.

The Huang Zirong at this time is not the current Huang Zirong, but the Huang Zirong from childhood.

"Kill that Changge," Huang Zihong grabbed Gao Yun, "please help me kill that Changge, please."

"Zi Rong, Zi Rong!"

Gao Yunli embraced this frantic and helpless Wanhua forcefully into his arms, buried his face in his chest, and prevented him from seeing Zhu Yiji, but he didn't know if it could eliminate the illusion in his eyes .

The young Huang Zihong was very confused.

A man broke into his world.

That man wasn't the only Huang Zihe he knew.

At that time, Huang Zi was still a child just like him.

But the man looked kind.

He should know him, but he can't remember who he is.

Because he was young, Huang Zihong couldn't do anything.

He could neither save his father nor leave his mother behind.

But this familiar man is an adult.

Can do what he can't.

At least, you can help him kill his enemy.

So Huang Zihong begged him.

But the man just kept calling his name, and then Huang Zihong couldn't see anything.

The memory was blocked by colorless, stopped silently, and returned to darkness.