Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

One more door ceremony

The two of them were inexplicably deadlocked in this strangely intimate posture.

Xie Jingyan stopped in doubt, glanced at it, quickly looked away, turned her head awkwardly, stepped back very carefully, and retreated behind the horse. Thinking of something, she gently pulled the horse's tail.

The white dragon horse psychically followed Xie Jingyan's steps back.

One person and one horse retreated tacitly, turned their heads at the same time, and looked into the distance.

This kind of provocative action is not too much in He Yan's concept. In his previous life, Liang Yao had picked the chins of countless beauties, inserted flower branches into the career lines exposed by the edge of women's tube top skirts in full view, and there were even more extreme actions. .

But at this moment, Hang Che in front of him, with a blushing complexion and nervous and embarrassing reaction... The innocence was the best in his circle back then, and it made He Yan realize that he was Meng Lang.

He Yan didn't come up in one breath, her hands and feet were numb from the stiffness, she released her hand like an electric shock after a while, and took two quick steps back.

Hang Che in front was still frozen in place, feeling He Yan let go of his hand, his round eyes slowly fell back to the normal arc, his back was still straight.

He Yan cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry."

Hang Che didn't turn around, but replied in a low voice: "It's okay."

He Yan was puzzled again.

Hang Che's reaction like this is not like a master in love anyway.

A seasoned veteran like He Yan could tell at a glance that Hang Che's bewilderment and stiffness for a moment just now completely exposed him as a fledgling.

Such a virgin, how to pretend to be so affectionate?

There must be something wrong.

A group of teenagers came down the mountain road. They walked neatly and moved in unison. They were acquaintances - the six sons of the Hang family.

The six sons bowed respectfully to Hang Che, and turned to He Yan neatly to bow.

The etiquette is a bit big, He Yan was taken aback, and said: "What's your happy event today? Are you dressed so festively?"

The six sons of the Hang family were all dressed in white gowns embroidered with scarlet twig plum patterns. They walked together as if the clouds were illuminated by the sun, making them look romantic and festive.

The Hang family seldom wear bright colors, let alone such bright red lines, He Yan's heart tightened and she resisted.

The leader is the little uncle Hang Pu, who is a real person, always answering every question, and he opened his mouth and said: "Laugh..."

He didn't know when he opened his mouth, so he glanced at Hang Che in a panic, and saw that Hang Che didn't mean to blame him, so he quickly changed his words and continued to answer: "I haven't seen you for a long time, we are here to welcome you and Xie."

Hang Yuan, who is about the same age behind him, has a more cheerful temper and was teased by He Yan the most in the past. Seeing He Yan holding back his joy from a long distance, he poked his eyes out from behind Hang Pu and smiled crookedly. laugh.

The young man's flawless smile was very contagious, and He Yan's mood became a little brighter.

The six sons were well-trained and divided into two rows. The two took the reins of the white dragon horse, and the four followed closely behind. They followed Hang Che and the three of them slowly up the mountain.

On the way up the mountain, two children who also wore festive dresses greeted them every ten feet and joined the procession.

No matter how indifferent He Yan was, she could sense something strange.

He couldn't laugh anymore, and asked Hang Che coldly, "What do you mean?"

Hang Che kept walking, and turned to him: "That's what you think."

He Yan's eyes showed a cold look: "I thought you at least knew that I hate this kind of ceremony."

Hang Che didn't evade, and looked straight at him: "It's just that, nothing more."

If, as Hang Che said, there were no overwhelming red ribbons, no clamor and gongs, and no one dared to say congratulations, He Yan would not even have to change her wedding clothes, and the embarrassing and humiliating red hijab would not appear. Don't wear it.

Still in uniform, he walked in front of the team out of place.

Hang Che was dressed in a sky blue and white robe, Confucian attire and regular attire.

Xie Jingyan, on the other hand, took a so-called welcoming red ribbon from his uncle Hang Pu and hung it around his neck.

In the entire Hang family, only He Yan and Hang Che wore plain clothes and plain colors. In this way, they were set off by other people's dresses, but they were unique.

The romantic colors of the mountains and plains are not on them, but they are clustered and held in the middle.

Just like a little bit of beauty among thousands of flowers, the sky is full of stars to set off the bright moon.

He Yan: "..."

Hang Che's so-called "no more" is actually this style...

There are more and more queues of "accepting relatives" in dresses behind them, and there are two rows of lively red lanterns on the side of the road. There is no happy word on the lanterns; each door is replaced with a new red couplet, and the couplets are pastoral poems chanting mountains and rivers.

Everywhere showed care and restraint, not a single word provoked his nerves to get angry, and he was very well-measured.

When he reached the gate of Hang Family Academy, Hang Che suddenly stopped, turned and stared at He Yan.

Xie Jingyan understood Hang Che's opinion inconceivably, and retreated three feet away knowingly.

He Yan stopped for no reason, and found that with him as the center of the circle, the junior brother, Bai Longma, the six sons of the Hang family and other children all retreated, leaving only Hang Che by his side.

Hang Che walked towards him slowly.

In this scene, He Yan suddenly felt embarrassed, furious, and opened her mouth to say something to destroy the atmosphere.

But Hang Che said steadily, "He Yan, come home with me."

What he said was not "I want to marry you" or "marry me", but - "come home with me".

He Yan's swearing stopped abruptly, and she said slightly mockingly: "Go home with you? My home is in Wuliang Valley."

Hang Che said: "Your home is here with me."

His gaze was firm and focused, and his expression was no longer calm, but straightforward and earnest.

He stretched out his hand to He Yan, and said affectionately again: "Follow me home."

He Yan was stunned.

Although he was born in Wu Liang Valley, Wu Liang Zi never said the words "come home with me" to him.

In his two lifetimes, there were only two people who said these four words to him: one was Hang Che in front of him, and the other was Lin Yun.

Once upon a time, Lin Yun, with red eyes and dark face, pulled him up drunk, stopped him in the racing car, pulled him out of the beauties, and yelled at him—"Come home with me."

Every time their relationship became so rigid that it was hard to repair, Liang Yao would be very muddled, until Lin Yun yelled those four words before he was willing to restrain himself a little.

He refused to admit it in his previous life, but in this life he no longer deceives himself: he used to go too far, but in fact he forced Lin Yun to compromise over and over again, forcing Lin Yun to say the four words "come home with me".

Liang Yao has a father, but his father is very busy and rarely at home; he has a mother, but her mother divorced early and remarried to Yuanyang; his home in Beijing, in the next ten years, was mostly just him and Lin Yun.

A world later, another person reached out to him and said to him, "Come home with me."

He Yan tilted her head to examine Hang Che, and said, "Why should I go home with you?"

Just as he patted Lin Yun's hand away countless times, shouting: "Why should I go home with you?!"

Hang Che said: "Because I'm here."

At this moment, He Yan suddenly understood: If Lin Yun back then had been willing to tell him "because I'm here" instead of forcefully dragging him home without reason, maybe the relationship between the two of them wouldn't have gotten worse.

Lin Yun never said this to him.

Back then, Liang Yao, who was so muddled, really didn't deserve Lin Yun's tenderness to him.

In the current situation, no matter what, he has to enter the Hang family's door.

Hang Che gave him enough comfort and respect, there was nothing to be pretentious about, He Yan moved forward.

Hang Che insisted on reaching out his hand.

He Yan refused to accept.

Finally, side by side, the two of them stepped into the gate of the Hang family with the "Dark Fragrance Academy" plaque hanging on it.

Inside and outside the gate, hundreds of Hang family children bowed and said in unison: "Welcome Lord Zhuoyu and Lord Xiaotian."

The wording is also very particular, not congratulations, but welcome! ——Welcome the newcomer home.

Xiao Tianjun?

He Yan remembered that her little uncle Hang Pu accidentally missed the word "laugh" at the foot of the mountain, so he wanted to call him Xiao Tianjun.

It must be that the Hang family has explained the training many times, so the little uncle called out for a while.

From this point of view, Hang Che's more and more frequent paper swallows on the road in recent days may not be official.

He Yan would not accept the title "Xiaotianjun" if any words other than "Xiaotian" were added before the word "jun".Although He Yan was "married", he rejects all marriage-related ceremonies, and will not accept the title of wife given by the Hang family.

Hang Che obviously knew it well, he chose the same "Jun" title as himself for He Yan, and clicked on the word "Xiaotian".

He Yan may refuse the Hang family to grant him the title of king, but he will not refuse the word Xiaotian.

These two words are the words he chose for himself.

Although this word was recognized by Wuliangzi later, the frequency of use is too low. People in Wulianggu used to call him Ayan, but no one outside Wulianggu could call him Biaozi. His word "Xiaotian" had the same fate, no accident.

He Yan admitted that Hang Che's arrangement was very useful.

The name of the Hang family's immortal mansion is "Dark Fragrance Academy", which means "sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk". The Hang family uses plum blossoms as their family emblem. , the children's home clothes are embroidered with plum blossoms on the collar and cuffs, and plum blossoms are painted and carved everywhere in the buildings.

The three friends of Suihan are pine, bamboo and plum, and the ancestors of the Hang family love plum alone.Plum is different from pine and bamboo, pine and bamboo do not bloom, but plum has a flowering period, which adds a bit of beauty to the world of mortals.

Presumably, the ancestor of the Hang family, who was deeply in love with Mei, was a gentleman who was proud of facing the frost, and also a talented man who was obsessed with love.

Even if the entrance ceremony is reduced, the high hall still has to worship.

Hang Che's parents died early, and there was no high hall master to marry. The only one who was eligible to be worshiped was his great-uncle and grandfather who was four generations older than Hang Che - Chun Xinjun.

Seeing Chun Xinjun, He Yan was startled.

Cultivators can use fairy art to make their appearance permanent, even if they are a hundred years old, they can always praise their youthful appearance.Chun Xinjun is the second generation assistant king of the Hang family. He has the merits of building up the family, and his cultivation level must not be weak. In addition, he has the genes of the Hang family. He Yan guessed that Chun Xinjun must be a person of extraordinary charm.

I never thought that it was an old man with white hair and a childlike face.

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Er Geng Chun Xinjun

Chun Xinjun didn't see He Yan when he first saw him, so he immediately asked, "Your surname is He? Or what?"

It is really easy to mishear the word He and the word He. He Yan repeated: "The surname is He, the first name is Yan, and the word is Xiaotian."

Chun Xinjun: "He Yan, yes, good name."

He Yan: "..."

His word Xiaotian was automatically ignored.

Chun Xinjun asked again: "How about Wuliangzi?"

He Yan was a little surprised, and replied, "Teacher is well."

Jun Xin seemed to be remembering something long ago, and said, "I know your master."

This is strange, He Yan never heard from Master that she has friendship with anyone.

Chun Xinjun continued: "I met him once, he is a good boy."

He Yan: "..."

To be able to control Wuliangzi as a good boy, Chun Xin-kun's seniority is really outrageously high.

From this, the mysterious age of Master Wuliangzi can also be roughly inferred.Calculated by one generation lower than Chun Xinjun, it should be about a hundred years old; if it is two generations younger, it would be six to seventy years old.

"It turns out that Master is quite young." He Yan was surprised, a little unexpected.

After a round of conversation, Jun Xin didn't raise any objection to Hang Che marrying a male daughter-in-law, and kept talking and laughing at He Yan, obviously happy to see it come true.

He Yan couldn't help being surprised, "The Hang family is really enlightened today."

It is recorded in the history of immortals, "Hangxin, the third generation assistant of the Hang family, was forced to marry by Lou Lang, and the whole family of the Hang family was sad and angry." It was only the fifth generation, and the mind of the Hang family had been liberated enough to accept their children marrying male wives up.

Chun Xinjun asked a round of introductory remarks without thinking, and then he straightened his expression and said to He Yan: "My name is Hang You, and I am Hang Che's great-uncle and grandfather. They all call me Chun Xinjun. No wonder it’s hard to remember, if you can’t remember, just call me old man.”

Some people are disrespectful to the old, and some are rejuvenated, but this old man is an old urchin. His words and deeds have broken the cold image of the Hang family in He Yan's impression. He Yan found it interesting, and smiled respectfully: "Xiaotian saw Chun Xin-jun."

Chun Xinjun said with a smile: "We know each other by reporting our names. Let's talk about business. Hang Che suddenly said that he wants to get married. I think you don't want to marry. How did he force you?"

He Yan: "..."

The old man's words were so unbelievable that even He Yan didn't know what to say.

It's true that He Yan didn't want to marry, but he was even more unwilling to reveal the matter to others, so he narrowed his eyes and said, "Never."

Mr. Chun Xin let out a groan, and said, "Hang Che... has a problem all over his body. I can't control him now. He desperately wants to marry you, so he must be able to listen to you. Tell me about him, don't put yourself A person who is so tired, puts all the burden on himself, and no one forces him, and suffers so much, why bother, it’s not fun, not happy at all.”

The old man broke through the sky without following the routine, and He Yan was startled again and again in horror, before returning to his senses after a while: "I heard that there is a king of the Hang family who is trapped on Lianmu Island..."

The old man immediately disregarded the relationship: "You are talking about the two boys Hang Zhao and Hang Xin? There are three other patriarchs in the ghost island, and there are five in total. The five top masters of the year can't break through together." Come out of the formation, expecting a bunch of juniors outside to break through the formation? Don’t say that my old man discouraged you, this matter is difficult.”

Jun Xin paused, thought of something, raised his voice and said, "Did that little bastard Hang Che force you with this? Don't trust him, he can't do the thing of forcing you to die, you should worry about him Will you be the first to contribute first, don't tire you young and widowed..."

He Yan: "..."

He was so shocked that he was speechless.

Hang's parents and children are orderly, and Hang Che didn't interrupt Chun Xinjun's words in the middle. He sullenly waited for Chun Xinjun to finish speaking, and said earnestly: "Great-uncle and grandfather."

This is begging Chun Xinjun to stop talking.

Chun Xinjun rolled his eyes: "Xiaotian Xiaoyou doesn't want to marry you, why bother forcing him to get married? Besides, I don't want to make him a good young man and become a widow. Oh, you have already agreed to the marriage contract, and you are already husband and wife. But Formally, I can't be the officiant. When you two agree with each other and come to me again, as long as the old man is not dead by then, I will definitely be the officiant for you."

Chun Xinjun stopped for a while, and said again: "Hang Che, when it comes to marriage, you really disgraced your ancestors. Even Hang Xin was better than you when he was forced to marry. The one who has the heart and unrequited love is Lou Lang, not our Hang family."

Hang Che: "..."

He Yan: "..."

I never expected it to be this god unfolding.

Hang Che knelt down straight, refusing to give up: "Great-uncle and grandpa, my child must marry him."

Chun Xinjun had an expression of indisputable annoyance: "Our Hang family values ​​love, and the couples from generation to generation are always happy with each other. For example, your father went away and your mother died to follow her. Although I am tired of their way of throwing their hands away However, at least they are husband and wife, and no one else can find fault with them."

Chun Xinjun finished training Hang Che, turned his head and said kindly to He Yan: "Little friend Xiaotian, don't be surprised, there are many couples like the Hang family not just his parents, oh, are you scared? Don't I'm afraid, it doesn't mean that if Hang Che goes, you will die for love, the Hang family's family law doesn't write this article."

He paused for a moment, and said with some sympathy: "But it's pitiful for the remaining man to be a widow alone."

He smiled mysteriously and complacently: "Guess how many generations of elders of the Hang family, why am I the only one who can live to this day? Hahaha, it's all because of my unmarried life. Although it is said that I, an old bachelor, is embarrassing to my ancestors, it is better than Hang Che's unrequited love, he is more shameful than me."

After a pause, Jun Xin smiled bitterly again, turned to Hang Che and said, "He doesn't mean anything to you, and if you go, he won't follow...Why bother?"

Hang Che frowned slightly.

He Yan: "..."

Jun Xin: "I don't think he will be your widow, so why bother?"

Hang Che's face was pale.

He Yan: "..."

Chun Xinjun: "My Hang family can allow you to marry a man, but I can't allow you to play tricks on marriage."

He Yan sensed something sensitively, and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Mr. Chun Xin, may the Hang family divorce their wife or reconcile?"

Chun Xinjun looked at He Yan sympathetically: "The Hang family only has widows, no divorce, no reconciliation."

Like a thunderbolt hitting He Yan's head, he looked at Hang Che stiffly: "Hang Che, you have kept me a secret!"

He Yan's heart was full of anger, she shook her hands and left.

He Jingyan was the one who was most distressed when there was no worship.

Because in this way, he is not considered to have completed the task, and if he fails to complete the task, he will be indefinitely away from returning to Wulianggu, which is a bit troublesome.

I remembered that Wuliangzi said that a full dowry would be given on the day of marriage. Now that He Yan has arrived at Hang's house, but Wulianggu's dowry has not yet arrived, could it be that the master has already calculated it?Master is really supernatural!

Faintly, as if confirming some premonition, Xie Jingyan suddenly recalled the feelings that were neglected when she looked back at the Wuliang Valley when she left the valley: the mountains are green and the mountains are singing; the evening rain does not come, and the spring does not go; The valley is his hometown.

Xie Jingyan suddenly felt melancholy: "When will I be able to go back to my hometown?" There is a main pavilion in the Anxiang Academy, named Shui Qingqian, which was the residence of the past dynasties.After the incense burning battle, the Ji family, the Qin family, and the Yin family reappointed new venerables successively, and only the Hang family has no more immortal venerables.Chun Xinjun appeared in danger to preside over the overall situation, but he was not crowned as an immortal, and was still called the assistant monarch; and then Hang Che, who was in charge of the family as a young man, was not crowned as an immortal, and was still called the assistant emperor.

Therefore, although the Hang family has always had a patriarch, there is no immortal master after Linyuan Zun. As a show of respect for the immortals, no one has lived in the residence of the immortals for 49 years.

The current Patriarch, Hang Che, also lives here.

Hang Che's residence is located in a small courtyard to the east of Shuiqingqian, named "Moon Dusk".

At that time, He Yan left in a rage, and Hang Che got up and followed closely.

Wherever he rushed, the Hang family's children respected him and saluted him. If he wanted to go crazy, he wouldn't be able to attack innocent people, and he couldn't find a suitable place to go on a rampage.

Panic.

He asked coldly, "Where do you live?"

Hang Che turned around and said, "Follow me."

He Yan gritted her teeth: "I'm going to demolish your building!"

Kicked down two doors, knocked down two tables, originally had to cut down a few trees, but saw that the plum trees in the moonlit evening were so cute and lovely, so they withdrew their vicious hands.

He Yan asked angrily, "Hang Che, what exactly do you want?"

Hang Che's face was pale: "I want to marry you."

He Yan: "Why do you insist on marrying me?"

Hang Che was silent for a moment, raised his eyes, stared at him, and said with all his strength, "I want to have a home with you."

He Yan laughed loudly and said, "I am not related to you for no reason or reason, do you have a crush on me, or spiritualism, or the Valley of Unscrupulousness?"

Hang Che was silent.

He Yan: "Your Hang family only has a widowed spouse and no divorce, so you will definitely not write that letter of divorce. What are you going to give to me? Just like Chun Xinjun said, give your life to me on that ghost island. A widow's confession?"

Hang Che was silent.

He Yan laughed angrily: "In order to save the Hang family, you married me at any cost, and even planned to confess your life in it. It's really filial piety; it's considered a good arrangement for me, and you didn't treat me badly, Mr. Zhuoyu. What a gentleman!"

The more He Yan asked, the more confused he became. He calmed down from the sudden rage, and suddenly he didn't know why he was angry.

Hang Che followed Wulianggu's marriage invitation post to go through the barriers openly and aboveboard, and there was nothing wrong with breaking through the barriers and marrying him with a reasonable contract.

When he marries into the Hang family, he should naturally be filial to the elders of the Hang family. Hang Che's assumption is not too much.

He scolded Hang Che all the way, not because of the so-called being used by Hang Che before, Hang Che planned to give his life to enter the Soul Suppressing Seal, and he didn't need He Yan to fight with his life to summon the soul, Hang Che seemed to have everything planned, From a patriarch's point of view, he couldn't fault it, but He Yan was just angry.

He yelled out loudly uncontrollably: "I just hate the way you think you don't tell me anything!"

After yelling this sentence, he was overwhelmed by overwhelming emotions, the time and space were disordered, and the characters were confused. He felt that he was He Yan at one moment, and Liang Yao at another.

The small courtyard in front of me is like a courtyard in Beijing, and the plum trees are like willow trees in late spring in the capital. Standing beside the white plum blossoms, Hang Che seems to be Lin Yun who is frowning and unwell due to allergies among the white catkins.

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three watch

After He Yan finished yelling, she covered her face with her hands convulsively, with tears in her palms, and pressed down hard, almost out of control.

When he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was dazed and confused.

He roared angrily:

"Why do you make decisions for me?"

"It's none of your business whether I read or not?"

"I want you to take care of me when I go to nightclubs?"

"Even if I was beaten to death, it has nothing to do with you!"

"Why do you care about me?"

"Since you dislike me so much, you go, what do you care about me?"

"Look at my joke, don't you?"

"My dad raised you as his own son, but I was like a picked one. Compare me to me. What are you still not satisfied with? He handed over all the companies in the United States to you. What are you still not satisfied with! You have gone to the United States Why do you want to come back? If you insist on coming back and showing off to me, will you embarrass me?"

"Why did you come back?! Tell me!"

"I hate you!"

"Lin Yun, I hate you!"

"roll!"

After the character finished cursing in confusion, He Yan's eyes were red, and her limbs were stiff like a puppet walking forward, while walking, she muttered: "Lin Yun, I hate you..."

He scolded that passage once in his previous life. Before he got into a car accident, he and Lin Yun quarreled for the last time.

That was the last thing he said to Lin Yun in his previous life.

The last word Liang Yao said to Lin Yun was, unexpectedly - get lost.

After that word, a sudden farewell.

There is no chance to say sorry again, and there is no way to pour out my regrets.

Most of the time in his previous life he was laughing, laughing at the world, laughing and cursing, but he couldn't remember many moments when he was proud of himself, all he remembered was indifference and remorse.

The more you want to forget, the more deeply rooted you become.

At this moment, in the Anxiang Academy, on Hang Che, who was very similar to Lin Yun in some respects, the emotions he had suppressed for 24 years fermented to a critical point, the huge pressure broke through the boundaries of time and space, and the regrets deep in his memory rushed out.

Can no longer restrain myself.

I don't want to restrain myself anymore.

He Yan allowed her thoughts to slacken, her Dao heart began to fluctuate dangerously, her thoughts were on the verge of chaos, He Yan's eyes were about to split, her headache was about to split, and she hugged her head hard.

His eyes were red, his mind was confused, and he couldn't tell what time this world was, what day and what night, but he could vaguely see a painful and pale face.

Spiritualism avoids great sorrow and joy, turbulent thoughts, and restless minds. At this moment, He Yan's whole body is restless, wandering dangerously on the edge of madness.

There was a hand stretched out.

First, the fingertips tentatively touched his fingers, and the cool touch gently caressed He Yan's fingers, and the coolness slid down the blood to the limbs.

The fingertips of the other party trembled slightly, as if they were holding some treasure for fear of being broken, they unfolded slowly and firmly, wrapping He Yan's fingers slenderly and delicately, and clenched them gently, the cool spiritual power flowed from the other party bit by bit. The palm passed into He Yan's body.

Continuous, endless, restrained and tender.

He Yan's inner consciousness seemed to be soaked by the lake water under the moonlit night, gradually calming down from the restlessness and chaos.

He Yan's expression gradually became less painful, he raised his eyes in a daze, looking for Hang Che's eyes.

Hang Che's consciousness hadn't been shaken, but his face was paler than He Yan's. He bit his lips tightly, and a barely audible word leaked from his lips: "Liang..."

Suddenly stopped.

He Yan's consciousness was not yet clear, and she hadn't heard clearly, so she asked unconsciously in confusion, "Liang? Are you going to call me Liang Yao? Is Lin Yun you?"

Hang Che looked at He Yan in pain, this moment, he almost agreed.

He took half a step closer, raised his finger slightly, and wanted to hug He Yan into his arms.

However, in the end he closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them again, he said, "Xiaoyan, no matter how annoying people you have met before, I will be here from now on."

He Yan's gaze was still blank, and she slowly began to feel the cool touch on her hands; her sense of smell recovered, and the faint fragrance of plum ink lingered at the tip of her nose; then her vision also recovered, she lowered her head, and saw Hang Che holding him with folded hands hand.

Hearing also recovered, and he heard: "Try to accept me, okay?"

He Yan was still in a daze, and didn't move her hand away.

Hang Che's face was solemn and restrained, but his heart was still thinking.

Just now He Yan screamed out of control, completely venting Liang Yao's pain, what kind of hatred would make one person still loathe to scold another person after 24 years?What kind of obsession is it that can be so persistent and refuse to let go?

No matter whether it is Hang Che or Lin Yun, no matter when the will is so loose that he almost admits it at a certain moment, when he heard He Yan who had almost lost his temper just now, Hang Che strangled Lin Yun's existence with blood dripping with his own hands, cutting off his own hiding place. The last thread of the fantasy of "recognizing each other and starting over": Liang Yao, our previous life was too bad.

Woke up with a hangover, you forget that bastard Lin Yun, there will be no more pain in the future, let's start over and try to accept Hang Che, okay?

No one spoke, and the surroundings were quiet.

He Yan's eyes gradually cleared up, staring at Hang Che: "Lin Yun?"

Hang Che refused in awe.

He Yan called again: "Hang Che?"

Hang Che nodded heavily: "I'm here."

At the same time, a group of children came from outside the door.

The six disciples were curious that Zhuo Yujun's "Moon Twilight" door had disappeared out of thin air, so they moved to check it out. A gust of wind swept by, and the two door panels that had just been kicked down by He Yan were knocked against the door by a force. up, blocking the sight of outsiders.

The six disciples couldn't react in time, they were held back and staggered a few steps.

They looked at each other in shock.

Hang Yuan tugged at the sleeve of the person in front: "Little uncle, did you see it just now?"

Hang Pu was ignorant and said dumbly: "I see."

Hang Yuan looked to the side again: "Hang Tan, did you see that too?"

Hang Tan nodded cautiously and said, "I see."

The three behind also swallowed and said, "We saw it too."

The six sons swallowed hard in disbelief and said, "Jun Zhuoyu just held Xiao Tianjun's hand!"

You know, in the Hang family, husband and wife respect each other as guests in front of others and avoid any intimate contact. The scene just now was like thunder to the children of the Hang family!

Soon, the teenagers woke up from the shock and discussed:

"Who said they were not compatible?"

"Obviously very good."

"Mr. Zhuoyu was holding Xiaotianjun's hand with both hands just now?"

"Yes!"

"They look at each other affectionately?"

"Yes!!"

"That... did we see something we shouldn't see?"

The other five immediately fell silent and looked at each other: "Did Zhuo Yujun hear what you said just now?"

Hang Yuan said weakly: "Little uncle, should we take the initiative to go to the 'Persuading School' to receive the punishment?"

Hang Pu: "Yes..."

There was a gust of wind flying over the heads of the six sons, and the speeding Xie Jingyan wiped his eyes, feeling very relieved in his heart, feeling that there was a glimmer of hope for him to return to Wulianggu.

Inside the door at dusk of the moon.

He Yan's expression was already sober, he stared at the hands holding him, slowly raised his hand, raised it under the eyes of the two, as if questioning, but also as if warning: "Zhuo Yujun?"

He Yan, who was awake, had a faint smile on her face, her proficient teasing skills covered up the signs of a momentary collapse of the Caijiao just now.

He said frivolously: "Just now I got mad, is Zhuo Yujun trying to take advantage of people's danger?"

After speaking, he took out his hand.

Hang Che's fingertips were empty, and his face was pale.

He Yan and Hang Che passed shoulder to shoulder, and saw the white dragon horse behind Hang Che poking its head into the lush plum branches.

He gently stroked the horse's belly, and joked: "You are shy with white hair, I think you will not blush, and you are about to become smart."

Tied to a plum tree by the reins, forced to watch the whole process from a close distance, unable to understand the white dragon horse who was startled by the wild goose: "..."

"Moon Dusk" is not big, with a main room, two side rooms, and a plum courtyard in the middle.The East Wing is the study, and the West Wing is the newly cleaned guest room.

He Yan scanned around, and knew in her heart that she couldn't compete with her junior brother for a room, and knew which room she should sleep in.

In the main room, there is a big bed and a wooden bed.

The precious Zhuo Yujun Sui Mutao has already woken up from sleep, very good.

He Yan lay on her back on the bed, staring at the bed curtains and thinking for a while: He shouldn't seek sustenance and comfort from irrelevant people.

Just now, He Yan's mental power was slackened and her Dao heart was in turmoil. She walked back from the edge of madness and was extremely exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep.

At some point, he heard the faint sound of the piano in a drowsy state. The tune was long and peaceful, and he finally lost everything in his mind and fell into a deep sleep.

In He Yan's life, her day and night are rarely turned upside down, and she has completely changed her mind in terms of work and rest.

I don't want to sleep from noon to midnight this day.

Anyone who has experienced falling asleep knows that the first reaction when waking up is to determine where you are, what time it is, and who you are.

He Yan opened her eyes in a daze.

Hearing the shallow breathing of the person at the table not far away, he knew where he was without needing to confirm.

He and Hang Che lived in the same room for a period of time, and they were inseparable. Before he knew it, he was very familiar with Hang Che's breath.

He was wondering if getting up would wake Hang Che up, when Fang turned his head to look, he saw Hang Che put down his hand on his forehead, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

He Yan: "Yes."

Hang Che got up, first lit a lamp in the distance, and then lit the lamp near him, then turned and left the room.

He Yan was a little dazed, the warm lights gradually brightened from far to near, the transition was very good, not dazzling and very comfortable.He sat for a while, then stood up, and Hang Che had come in with a food box and spread out the food.

This series of scenes is like family members who have been together for many years.

He Yan opened her mouth, something was already on her lips, Hang Che suddenly said: "Don't worry, Jing Yan told me to go out and come back before the good time, it should be back soon."

When Xie Jingyan came back, she brought a piece of rag with her and looked very happy.

The rags were unfolded, and the purple material was dropped. The edges were uneven, and it looked like it was torn by hand.

He Yan twisted the corner of the cloth in disgust: "Master Yan's?"

Xie Jingyan's eyes lit up, and he nodded triumphantly.

He Yan: "You went out for a long time, just for this rag?"

Xie Jingyan: "Everyone here is reading, very boring."

He Yan: "How did you get it?"

Xie Jingyan made a neat sneak attack.

He Yan understood: "Not bad, there has been progress. Are you out of breath?"

Xie Jingyan said: "Not yet, he used tricks to escape again, and failed."

He Yan pondered: "Let me advise you again, don't get entangled with that Lord Yan, you won't get anything cheap."

Xie Jingyan said again: "The one surnamed Yan is too annoying, I must teach him a lesson."

He Yan felt that there was something wrong, Yan Shuo never suffered a disadvantage, it was impossible for the junior brother to easily succeed, he suppressed his expression, and looked Xie Jingyan up and down.

Xie Jingyan couldn't understand what he saw, and turned his head left and right to check himself.

With a flash in He Yan's eyes, she shouted to stop, picked up Xie Jingyan's hair on the first floor and showed it to him, and said, "It's a bit short..."

Xie Jingyan: "..."

"Surnamed Yan, you and I are at odds with each other!"

Xie Jingyan came back triumphantly, and rushed out aggressively.

The little junior brother and Yan Shuo's Liang Zijie had a weird relationship, and He Yan was faintly worried.

Looking out of the window, there was still light in the study, He Yan thought to herself: "Could it be that he stayed in the room all afternoon and waited for him to wake up, and missed something?"

The first quarter moon had reached the western sky, He Yan returned to the bed, tossing and turning several times and couldn't fall asleep.

Sitting up dejectedly, he sighed, his body was more honest than his consciousness: Hang Che didn't come, he couldn't sleep.

People's inertia is so strong, but it's only half a month of sharing the same room with Hang Che...

He Yan spurned herself and recognized this fact, He Yan winked for a while, her gaze stayed on her hand.

There is still a coolness in the place where it was held in the afternoon.

Without thinking about it, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Hello——"

The words "still not sleeping" were stopped in time, and suddenly felt that it was not right, calling him in his capacity meant "inviting to sleep" no matter what.

Annoyed, she was about to sit up when the door was pushed open.

Hang Che walked into the room covered in moonlight, turned to him for a look, and lay down on the wooden couch without making a sound.

He Yan: "..."

From tit-for-tat confrontation with Hang Che in one day, to inexplicable emotional shocks, it's back to normal when it's starry night.After waking up from a big awakening, the picture of the day stays in the silhouette of Hang Che returning to the house under the moonlight just now.

He Yan's six spirits were peaceful, and Hang Che's calm and long breath seemed to be in his ears, and he breathed out, and