Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

When Hang Che ran under the plum tree at dusk, he stopped suddenly.

He heard a familiar voice, it was He Yan and his younger brother talking in a low voice.

A few low-pitched words, still far away, I can't hear what I'm saying, it's so blurry that it seems like the night wind can blow it away.

Hang Che stood still on the spot, listening attentively, as if he couldn't believe it, but also as if he couldn't figure it out. Finally, the voice said another sentence, which was a little closer than before.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Liu Shuang lost his master's grip and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Wulianggu is quite far from Hang's house, no matter how fast Xie Jingyan flies, it will take nearly four hours for the round trip.

There are restrictions on the periphery of each fairy house. With He Yan and Xie Jingyan's cultivation base, the restrictions of ordinary fairy houses can't trouble them. It was almost midnight when they arrived at the periphery of Hang's house. Empty ban, as soon as he reached out, the note retracted.

Like being pricked by a flower thorn, the restrictions of the Hang family are like needles hidden in the cotton, like a white-faced scholar with clever calculations, who looks weak but can bite, very Hang's style.

I had no choice but to stop the sword, and the brothers walked up the steps from the mountain gate.

They walked quickly, turned around the clear water, and saw two eye-catching lanterns newly hung in front of the gate of the moon dusk courtyard from a distance, and when they got closer, they also saw the tiny candlelight leaking from the gap in the door.

The star lights are as warm as torches in the dark night, as if they can freeze the piercing north wind in the early winter night.

He Yan's footsteps became heavy and she stuck in place.

Returning on a snowy night—he suddenly thought of the ink painting drawn by Hang Che in "The Human Face Doesn't Know Where to Go".

Am I his family?

He is waiting for me?

The word "waiting" is very unfamiliar to He Yan.

Adding up the two lifetimes, the free and easy Young Master Liang has never waited for anyone.

The only experience that can be regarded as waiting is waiting for Lin Yun's phone call in the last two months of the previous life.

That period was another period of peaceful coexistence between him and Lin Yun except for the third year of high school.

Liang Yao's father, Mr. Liang Zhiyuan, died when Liang Yao graduated from university at the age of 23.At that time, Liang Yao was a stunned young man who had just graduated from university, while Lin Yun had graduated two years ago and entered the management of Liang Group.

Father Liang's sudden resignation left the two young people with only each other left. There was less confrontation and the relationship eased a lot.It took them two years to sort out Liang's domestic and overseas markets, and they were finally able to catch their breath. Before Liang Yao had time to discuss with Lin Yun, Lin Yun had already taken the initiative to go to the American branch.

The Pacific Ocean is like the Chu River and Han Realm on the new opening chessboard, returning the relationship between the two to a new game. Both of them stood still, maintaining the peace of mind facing each other across the ocean.

Liang Yao no longer confronted Lin Yun tit for tat, and even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't fight, it was too far away.

For a long time after they separated, Liang Yao was Mr. Liang during the day, and Mr. Liang at night. After the high-pressure work, he used the nightlife to relieve the pressure, walking back and forth between seriousness and corruption.

However, this did not help relieve fatigue and fill emptiness, Liang Yao's state became more and more chaotic, until one day, no matter how exciting the tricks were, he was bored, and he went home early once by accident.

The Liang family was very empty and crowded, he sat alone on the sofa and looked at the closed door for an unknown amount of time, until the sudden ringing of the bell broke the excessive silence.

Liang Yao listened numbly for a few times before realizing that it was the ringtone of his landline at home.

This ringtone had only two meanings for Liang Yao in his previous life: when he was a child, it was a phone call from his father to check if he was at home, and when he grew up, it was a machine that he called his aunt to order cooking.There is no other use.

It wasn't until his aunt came out of the house to pick up the phone that he picked up the phone and motioned for himself to pick it up.

"Hello", but there was no word on the other end of the phone.

Liang Yao sat up straight inexplicably, he keenly caught the breath that was suddenly taken by accident, without any verification, Liang Yao blurted out directly - "Lin Yun".

That was the first phone call between Liang Yao and Lin Yun in the true sense. They did not speak sarcasticly, nor confronted accusations. The two calmly asked "Is the weather in Beijing cold?" and the other answered "It must be cold in America too. "

After several dry exchanges and back and forth, there was nothing to say, so Liang Yao hung up the phone first.

After hanging up, I sat staring at the phone for a long time.

The aunt explained afterwards: "Every night at ten o'clock sharp, the phone at home would ring. Every time I answered it, the other party would not speak, so I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect it to be Young Master Lin."

After that day, Liang Yao returned home before ten o'clock every day.

Every day, the phone call rang on time like a routine, and there were only a few words back and forth, which was extremely boring, but miraculously made Young Master Liang wait in peace.

It's not that he didn't guess that Lin Yun's call to the landline at home at that hour was intended to restrict his night life.In the past, Liang Yao might have put down the phone long ago.

At that time, Liang's father was no longer there, counting on his fingers, the only person who would take care of Liang Yao was his "brother" who was far away on the other side.

The Liang family, which looks beautiful on the outside, is left with only Liang Yao's single bloodline. The meaning of "family" is deserted and crumbling. " meaning.

At that time, Liang Yao had seriously thought about how to "get along with Lin Yun" in the future even if he was mixed up again. He even imagined that Lin Yun didn't have to stay overseas permanently, and maybe he could ask Lin Yun to come back...

If it wasn't for Liang's surname change, he and Lin Yun might not have made it to the next step. What's more cruel is that God didn't give them more time.

When a certain shareholder transferred all the shares held on behalf of Mr. Liang Zhiyuan to Lin Yun, Lin Yun became the largest shareholder of the Liang family, and Liang Yao ranked second instead. The last layer of peace between him and Lin Yun was lost. Completely broken.

No matter what kind of relationship Mr. Liang Zhiyuan had with Lin Yun's father, no matter how good Lin Yun was, Liang Yao, who was alone and helpless, couldn't understand the meaningful arrangement in his father's will at that time.

Afterwards, when Lin Yun heard the news and returned to China, Liang Yao chased him away.

After that, their more than ten years of entanglement came to an abrupt end due to an accident.

Liang Yao will no longer embarrass Lin Yun, and it doesn't matter whose Liang family belongs to the Liang family, whether Liang's surname is Liang or Lin.

Because even Liang Yao was gone in the Liang family, all the blood of the Liang family was taken away by God.

He Yan tilted her head and looked at the moonlight at dusk, completely froze in her footsteps.

The half-hidden door must be opened with a slight push, and it must be accompanied by a "squeaky" sound. The people inside must still be awake, and they will look over when they hear the sound.

He Yan froze in place.

The prodigal son who has been wandering outside for many years suddenly saw the night light of his homeland unexpectedly.

When the prodigal son turns back, the old man is also there.

It was only then that he felt that he was not an uninvited guest here, and the panic for many days was gently soothed by the welcoming candlelight in front of him, and Liang Yao was finally willing to face the reality of "Lin Yun is here".

He Yan's eyes became sour, and his vision began to blur. Before his eyes flashed the endless stream of car lights on Chang'an Street, the bustling neon lights on the East Second Ring Road, the bright street lights of the Liang family downstairs, and Lin Yun's big night. The starlight returning from the moon.

Something he was looking for was suddenly close at hand, so close that it seemed that he could touch it with just a stretch of his hand. His fingers curled up again, trying to move his footsteps.

Near nostalgia timid.

It's like he didn't dare to enter the Valley of Unscrupulousness today, and he missed Master but didn't dare to see him.

No, no, more than that, the person under the light inside at this moment made him even more timid.

He Yan felt a pain in her heart—"Should I call him Lin Yun or Hang Che?"

"How should I ask him 'how did you get here?'"

Before He Yan could think about it, the courtyard door suddenly opened at dusk, and a series of hurried footsteps came towards him. Before He Yan could tilt his head, he was pulled vigorously, caught off guard and crashed into a solid chest. Hold tight.

The aloof plum-mo Lengxiang seems to be contaminated with the dust, and it finely settles on He Yan's body, sealing off his five senses and six senses. He sniffs his nose, stiffening his whole heart.

Then I heard Hang Che's low and hoarse voice, and said in a deep voice, "He Yan, don't go."

He Yan subconsciously wanted to sing a song with her fingers, but found that she couldn't move, her body was hugged and her hands and feet were numb.

It sounded again: "He Yan, don't go."

The coolness of the night on the two of them was smashed away by the hug, the warm body temperature penetrated the fabric, and the heat faded away layer by layer. He Yan felt that his hands and feet had strength, and his fingers could move. He slowly raised his hand to the hang The position of Che's back shoulder stopped for a while, hesitating for a while, and seemed to be confirming, and finally retracted his arms.

He Yan exhausted the strength of the two lifetimes to overcome the misunderstanding and confrontation, and hugged Hang Che tightly.

"I won't leave." He Yan buried her face in Hang Che's shoulder and murmured to him.

Xie Jingyan stared blankly at the little senior brother and the little senior brother who were hugging each other tightly, as if seeing some shocking event, he failed to avoid it in time as usual, and stared blankly for a long while before finally Take a few steps back slowly, and then take a few steps back.

"I can go back to Wuliang Valley soon," Xie Jingyan thought when she retreated to a distance that would not interfere with the two people, then turned around sharply, walked straight down the mountain, and untied the return sword, "I want him Bring it back to the valley."

He Yan felt that the hand holding her was trembling, as if she was trying to restrain herself. He was about to pat Hang Che to comfort him, but he tightened his wrist, and was pulled vigorously into the moon dusk.

Hang Che's movements were too fast, he picked up the Liushuang that had fallen in the yard, and carried the bag on the table in the room. There was a quarrel, and the white frost that burst out from He Yan's eyes scattered, and the others had already been pulled into the river. Frost.

Hang Che's sword didn't go to the mountain gate first, but directly smashed through the air barrier of Anxiang Academy, and walked westward roaring.

He Yan has never seen Hang Che like this, nor Lin Yun like this. Zhuo Yujun, who has always been calm and calm, has lost his sense of propriety. If the six sons of the Hang family see this, the six sons will probably break down and hug their heads. cry bitterly.

He Yan tried to loosen Hang Che's tightly gripped hand, but Hang Che gripped it even harder.

He finally realized that something was wrong with Hang Che, and he covered Hang Che's with his free hand, and said, "Hang Che, don't worry."

Hang Che looked back at him stiffly, and finally agreed to speak properly: "It's agreed to go today."

He Yan understood what Hang Che meant, and said with a smile: "It's not half past midnight, it's still Lidong, it's not too late, there's still time."

But the speed of Liushuang didn't slow down, Hang Che repeated persistently: "It's agreed to go today."

Hangjia Bieyuan is located on a remote rocky mountain by the East China Sea. From a distance, there seems to be candlelight, but when you get close, you can't see a single house.

Only a very strong restraint can have this effect, such a handwriting must be powerful; but this kind of technique is not like the Hang family's fairy art, it is more overbearing than the restraint of the Anxiang Academy, and it does not have the gentle temperament of a scholar at all.

The ban on pouring and Wuliang Valley is somewhat similar.

He Yan didn't have time to get to the bottom of it, so she was dragged into the restraint by Hang Che, passed through two entrances and two small courtyards, and stopped on the innermost floor.

There are separate rooms in the east and west, Hang Che finally paused, as if he was thinking about which room to enter, but the pause was only a blink of an eye, and He Yan was pulled into the west room with great force.