Yin Yin does not regret

"Let's practice calligraphy today." Ever since Yin Liting's hands were able to hold things, Yang Buhui had planned a whole set of rehabilitation training for him. If his legs were more injured, he could just practice walking, but his hands couldn't. The worst thing she could think of A good way is to write.

"Sixth Uncle's handwriting is really beautiful." Yin Liting is one of the Wudang Seven Heroes, famous for his swordsmanship, but Yang Buhui never knew that his handwriting was also so beautiful.

The pen was written vigorously without losing strength, if his hand hadn't been injured, it would have looked better, Yang Buhui couldn't help but look at him seriously, fascinated.

"What's wrong?" Yin Liting raised his head and asked, perhaps it's not comfortable to be stared at all the time.

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Thinking this way in her heart, she just said it out of her mouth. Yang Buhui had never seen a perfect person, but she thought that the word "perfect" probably resembled the person in front of her.

"What?" Yin Liting didn't quite understand.

"Uncle Six is ​​skilled in swordsmanship, good in martial arts, and his handwriting is so beautiful, really amazing." A girl will worship two perfect heroes in her life, one who has never been seen before, and the other who will never come after. The former is her father, and the latter is her heart. people.

"If you're really good, you won't be reduced to such a situation." Yin Liting laughed at himself, his skills are inferior to others, so what's the point?

"Isn't it directly proportional to whether you are hurt or not?" Yang Buhui insisted stubbornly. In the battle of Guangmingding, Brother Wuji probably became the best martial arts master, so he can't avoid getting injured. This does not mean that he is not powerful. Bar?

"Unreasonable." Looking at the plausible girl, Yin Liting suddenly laughed out loud.

"That's right." Yang Buhui followed him with a smile, and the wind in the small pavilion in Liting seemed to be particularly gentle.

"When it comes to writing, the fifth brother is the best." Thinking of Zhang Cuishan who passed away early, Yin Liting was full of emotion. There were seven brothers, and the fifth brother was the most intelligent.

"Really?" When Zhang Cuishan was famous all over the world, there was no such person as Yang Buhui in this world, so she naturally didn't feel much.

"En." From these words, Yin Liting thought of the joyful grievances and vengeance of the seven brothers in the rivers and lakes together. Now, the past is like smoke, and such a chic can only be recalled.

"Soon you will be able to roam the rivers and lakes again." Seeing him getting better every day, Yang Buhui's heart became more and more relaxed.

"I'm old, I can't move anymore." The world has changed so much, he is no longer the kid who only wanted to fight and kill.

"Who says you're old, Sixth Uncle isn't old at all." Yang Buhui was unhappy.

"You call me Uncle Six, aren't you old?" Looking at the youthful girl in front of him, he felt even more old, older, and his heart was full of vicissitudes.

"Old is old, so what's wrong?" All the happiness can still be shared, and all the suffering can still be shared. With him standing in front of her to help her experience all the unknowns, what's wrong?

"What's wrong with that?" Yin Liting echoed these words in his heart. In the eyes of this little girl, all the unreasonable things in this world became reasonable, but he actually had the urge to agree with these unreasonable things.

In fact, Yang Buhui thought to himself, if God could give her another chance, she would have been born earlier and appeared by his side earlier, without the time difference of 20 years, he would definitely not have so many worries like now, With so many excuses, she really wanted to see what kind of person and demeanor he was when he was young, and she really wanted to stand in front of him and take a good look at him.

"In this world, I'm afraid you are the only one who thinks like this." Yin Liting knew that no matter what he did, he was good in the eyes of this little girl, but he was really not that good.

"It's fine as long as I think so." Yang Buhui smiled like a flower, the hero in her heart, as long as she thinks he's good, if everyone thinks he's good, then she doesn't want to be very worried.

Yin Liting was not talking. In this muddy world, how could such a silly girl be so naive, so simple, and so distressing to him.

"Uncle Six, can you give me a picture of calligraphy?" Seeing his hands becoming more and more flexible, Yang Buhui was really happy in his heart.

"Okay." Yin Liting swiped his brush, indescribably chic and indescribably tasteful.

"Sixth Master Uncle, Grand Master and the others are back." Before putting down the pen, he heard Daotong come in to report, Yin Liting's restless heart finally got some sunlight.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Mo Shenggu went to visit their master first, and when they went out, they saw Yang Buhui standing outside the courtyard supporting Yin Liting, one mature and one gentle, the sun shone on them, and there was an indescribable harmony.