Yin Yin does not regret

Buhui and Yin Liting went to buy tea for the master, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the pair of children with a smile, his life has passed a hundred years, it is rare to have such a happy time, his little apprentice finally has a home.

"Master, please drink tea." The white jade porcelain cup was offered, and Bugui's voice was clear and soft.

"Good boy, I will entrust this apprentice to you. If he does not do well in the future, you can tell me, and I will help you teach him a lesson." Zhang Sanfeng looked at him tenderly and lovingly without regret.

"Okay." He answered without regret, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"This jade pendant has been with me for many years. Although it is not a top-quality jade pendant, this is the only piece in this world. Now it is divided into two and given to you. I hope that you and your husband will live in harmony, reunion and beauty." A piece of fine jade is divided into two from the middle, Give half to Bugui and half to Yin Liting.

"Thank you, master." Yin Liting said sincerely. The master has been worrying about him all his life, and now he can finally relax.

"You guys, if you really want to thank the master, you have to give birth to a child for the master to play with." The person who spoke like this was nothing but Zhang Sixia, and he looked at Zhang Songxi without regret. Why is this person so dishonest.

"Brother and sister, it's fine if you don't thank me, and you still roll your eyes, what's going on?" Zhang Songxi looked at the unrepentant eyes, deliberately joking.

"No way, I will never forget you, fourth brother." Zhang Songxi wanted to joke without regret, but it was impossible. After paying homage to the master, he offered tea to Yin Liting's senior brothers one by one without regret.

"Although the fourth brother likes to talk nonsense, what he said this time is quite serious. It is time for Wudang to have a third generation of descendants." Song Yuanqiao said with a smile. The three generations of Wudang have two children, Qingshu and Wuji. Now Wuji Assuming the great responsibility of Mingjiao, Qingshu...they can only put their hopes on Sixth Brother and Bugui.

"I'll work hard, I'll work hard." Yin Liting hastily cupped his hands, teasing the little girl to be embarrassed, and he was the one who was unlucky in the end.

The members of the Ming Cult had set off for Haozhou last night, and Yang Xiao followed the crowd. After leaving Zhang Sanfeng, Yin Liting noticed that there was something wrong with the emotion of no regrets. At such an important time, without parents by his side, it is always a little bit sad.

"Girl." The wind in Liting Xiaoxie seems to be much milder than other places.

"Huh?" Bugui turned his head and looked at the person in front of him.

"Let's go to Butterfly Valley." Yin Liting held Buhui's hand, and Buhui's eyes were wide open, looking at Yin Liting, unable to say anything.

"We should go see her." In the past, he didn't dare to set foot in the Butterfly Valley, because it carried the love of half his life there. Thinking of Xiaofu would make his heart ache. It was as if someone had pierced her heart with a needle.

"Okay." With a thud, a tear fell on Yin Liting's hand, scorching hot.

"It's okay, I'm here." From now on, he will be there.

"En." Leaning in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, Buhui felt that the world was quiet and warm.

Since the death of Hu Qingnian and his wife, Butterfly Valley has been deserted, and Ji Xiaofu's tomb is full of barrenness. These years, although Ji Xiaofu is not alive, there are too many loves and hatreds in this world because of her. She is gone, but she will remain in the hearts of others forever, but no one has ever come here to take a look at her.

Yin Liting was like this, Yang Buhui was like this, and Yang Xiao was even more like this. He used to think that as long as he didn't see Xiao Fu's tombstone, he could tell himself that Xiao Fu was still alive in this world.

Yin Liting accompanied Yang Buhui to tidy up the cemetery for Ji Xiaofu. Now, when he faces Xiaofu, he will never feel any emotion in his heart. He is very grateful to Xiaofu for bringing Buhui to this world and giving him A unique happiness.

"Mother, I don't regret coming to see you. I haven't come to see you for so many years. Would you blame me?" After laying out the offerings one by one, lighting three sticks of incense, Buhui knelt in front of the tomb and said softly, as if the person in front of him was not a The cold tombstone, but the mother's gentle and kind smile.

"Mother, I will bring Uncle Six to see you. I know that Uncle Six is ​​also an irreplaceable hero in your heart. Will you be happy for us?" Gently stroking the tombstone, I don't regret thinking about when I was young, that A pair of gentle hands always gently caressed her cheeks, wiping away the dirty sweat for her, but the world was changing too fast, so she had no time to remember her beautiful smile.

"Xiaofu, don't worry, from now on, Buhui's joy, anger, sorrow are all my business, I will take good care of her and give her a warm home." Yin Liting knelt down and held Buhui's hand, they A relationship is finally complete.

The breeze brushed her hair lightly, like a gentle hand pulling her messy hair aside, the tense heartstrings of Bugui finally relaxed. She knew that as long as it was her decision, whether it was good or bad, mother would definitely Will bless her tenderly.

When leaving Butterfly Valley, Yin Liting turned her head and saw Xiaofu smiling at her, that kind of smile was gentle and brilliant, silent but warm, as if to say to him, Sixth brother, I don’t regret leaving it to you, I am very relieved.

"Uncle Six, let's go back. I miss the pear blossoms in Liting Xiaoxie. I will make pear cakes for you when I go back." Bugui turned her head to the side and smiled warmly. She was really happy enough in her life. Parents, sixth uncle who loves him, what else can he ask for?

"Okay, I buried a jar of wine before. It's called pear flower brew. It's brewed from pear blossoms in Liting Xiaoxie. It should taste good when paired with pear flower cakes." The two rode in and rode from Butterfly Valley to Wudang Mountain. go.

After the Qingming Festival, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. All the knots in my heart have been let go. In this life, I have loved and hurt, and I can finally find such happiness and warmth. God really never treated him lightly.