Peerless Junior Uncle

The figure is lingering in my mind, it was very frequent some time ago, and it has indeed become less and less recently...

"No." A faint tone came out of his mouth, He Tingge looked at the large pear garden in front of him, really, no...

Cai Yong looked at He Tingge's appearance and was a little puzzled, but then he was stumped by the question He Tingge threw.

"General Cai has a crush on him?"

Hearing this, Cai Yong's usual smile froze on his face, and that indifferent figure flashed in his mind, obviously living a life of luxury and wealth, but it was so dusty that people could not feel the fireworks.

"Yes." Cai Yong paused, and then said slowly.

He Tingge didn't notice what he was thinking, and just said after hearing the words: "Su asked about the good story between General Cai and Miss Xiaofengxian, I think it's true?"

Cai Yong smiled lightly: "The Buddha said that looking back five hundred times in the past life is only in exchange for passing by in this life. It is not easy to meet a close friend."

"That's true." He Tingge said: "Then I wish General Cai and Miss Fengxian that the lovers will finally get married."

Cai Yong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed out loud: "I never thought that the young commander would be so open-minded. People all say that I, Cai Yong, want to reject Shuyuan from a famous family, but I have a crush on a singing girl. It is really stupid and rare. The young commander agrees."

"What's the matter." He Tingge frowned, expressing his incomprehension of the words: "Although I don't know what it's like to like someone, at least the person who can make you like him is the only person in this world who is qualified to stand by you." Those around you have nothing to do with your identity or history."

Looking at He Tingge's earnest and disdainful face, Cai Yong lowered his eyes, and the bitterness in his heart was hidden in that consistent smile.

Jin Buyi came to the Northeast in a hurry and would not stay for too long, so he and He Yunshen made up their minds and chose the date of engagement in the next few days.

He Tingge was listening to the plans of the elders, with an indifferent expression, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

The last time Jin Buyi helped Yun Pingguan to help him, it must be for today. I think he has nothing to do with Jin Dashuai. The only thing is to find someone worthy of entrusting his precious daughter for life, and he, Jin Dashuai, naturally looks down on those dudes. , I became famous at a young age, I am really the best candidate.

Thinking of this, He Tingge's lips curled into a faint wry smile. Thinking about it this way, He Tingge is really a fast son-in-law.

"Ting Ge, what do you think?" After Jin Buyi and He Yunshen settled the date, he turned around and asked He Tingge who had been silent at the side.

"Very good, I have no objection." He Tingge said.

Seeing that He Tingge had no intention of objecting, Haina was relieved at this moment. Although this child was not her own, it was still He Yunshen's only son. Since she was unable to bear a child, she naturally treated He Tingge as her own.

"Ting Ge, then tomorrow, you and Yu Yao will go to the photo studio to take some beautiful wedding photos." Hai Na said softly.

He Tingge nodded and had no objection. Jin Yuyao quietly blushed on the side, but she was happy. She was raised in the palm of her hand since she was a child. No one has ever looked at her like He Tingge at first glance. Of course, he was unwilling, but the closer he got, the more he was attracted to this man, and even for him, he dressed and acted according to his preferences, and sure enough, in the end it was his own.

When everyone was filled with a festive atmosphere, only He Yunshen looked at He Tingge, who accepted all these things calmly, and looked at the calm and calm expression on his son's face, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart. Feel.

His son knows that although He Tingge's reluctance is not written on his face, he can tell it at a glance after so many years of father and son, but he also knows that He Tingge has been more stable than ordinary children since he was a child, and knows how to weigh pros and cons. He is not satisfied with this marriage, but as long as it is beneficial to Northeast, he will consider it, not to mention, Jin Buyi gave him such a big favor, no matter what, he has to pay it back.

.........

To say that during this period of time, He Tingge has gotten used to the old life, and the mess in his mind has gradually faded away, only occasionally dreaming of that faint sky-blue figure, but it is just a faint shadow, nothing can be seen. Can't see clearly.

"Fengxi..." In the pear orchard, pear blossoms fell into the snow, and a quiet cry came from the depths.

He Tingge stopped walking, and the fallen leaves piled up on the road under his feet. Looking around, all he could see was the sky full of white pear blossoms.

Suddenly, the sound of air tearing through the air rang from his ears. He Tingge dodged subconsciously, and saw a few small flying knives stuck in the tree trunk beside him, and the light yellow pendant at the end was still swinging slowly. .....

A very familiar knife.

[The author has something to say: I feel like I will start to abuse my little heart as soon as I write about my little uncle. Hey, I beg readers to complain, your support is my motivation! 】

loved memory

Suddenly, the sound of air tearing through the air rang from his ears. He Tingge dodged subconsciously, and saw a few small flying knives stuck in the tree trunk beside him, and the light yellow pendant at the end was still swinging slowly. .....

A very familiar knife.

He Tingge looked at the exquisite knife, the clear lines on it were a little bit cold under the light cast from nowhere, but unexpectedly he couldn't feel the killing intent.

"Don't touch it." Suddenly recalled from a distance with a soft shout, He Tingge was startled for a moment, only to realize that he was only an inch away from the small flying knife when he came back to his senses.

He Tingge turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and only had time to catch the flash of azure. He chased after it without hesitation. The pear blossoms were blown by the breeze, flying in the yard, as if it had snowed. .....

The sky-blue figure seemed to be right in front of him, but he couldn't get any closer, but every time He Tingge stopped, that figure seemed to be a few steps away, a little blurry.

"Wait." He Tingge said subconsciously, the figure seemed to tremble slightly, and turned around.

It took as long as a lifetime to turn around. When the man turned around inch by inch, He Tingge's heartbeat had never been so clear. Although there was still a faint halo on the man's face, the familiar face The outline made him feel a dull pain in his heart.

"Fengxi." The man's voice was somewhat empty, reaching He Tingge's ears. He Tingge slowly took a few steps forward, trying to see the face clearly. Why, why did he clearly recognize this person, but he didn't remember it at all? I can't afford everything about him, he is very familiar, but he is so strange......

"If you don't remember your feeling, your smell, there will be a sea of ​​people in the next life, how do you let me find you..."

The hollow voice came to He Tingge's ears with inexplicable sadness. He suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart. Something was about to come out. He wanted to reach out and grab that person, but when he stretched out his hand, there was a piece of clothes. I didn't touch it either, a gust of wind blew, and the figure was like smoke, and it dispersed with the wind...

"Qingcheng!" Subconsciously, He Tingge called out the man's name.

At the same time, the sleeping person on the bed suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, He Tingge was panting, with sweat on his forehead, and his own cry just now echoed in his ears.

"Master?" A nervous greeting came from a servant outside the door, He Tingge stroked a handful of damp hair with his hands, and said lightly, "It's okay."

The footsteps outside the door gradually went away, but He Tingge was looking at the room under the moonlight in front of him, his thoughts were in a mess...

"Feng Xi, if there is a next life, remember to find me..."

The man's clear and long voice was in his mind. He Tingge sat on the bed with his head in his hands, feeling unspeakably sad. He remembered that he once loved someone very much, but he didn't remember who it was …

After all, it was the engagement ceremony between the Marshal of the Northeast and the daughter of the South China. Naturally, it couldn't be careless, and it started two days ago.After all, Haina is the mistress of the house, and at this time, she is also taking care of everything in an orderly manner, which makes He Yunshen feel relieved.

"The two of you get closer." The gentle voice of the photographer came from the photo studio. The two people in front of the camera, one was wearing a white western wedding dress, with a happy smile on his flowery face, and beside him was a man in a black suit. , the tall and straight body exuded an imposing manner without anger, but his face was slightly confused.

He Tinge cooperated with the photographer absent-mindedly. When Jin Yuyao put her arms around his waist, she even subconsciously avoided it. Jin Yuyao blinked and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

He Tingge came back to his senses, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I'm tired, take a rest."

"Alright." Jin Yuyao said to the photographer, "I'll take another shot later."

Sitting on the temporary sofa, He Tinge glanced at Jin Yuyao who was choosing a wedding dress in front of her, and gradually felt a little irritated in her heart. Really...... Do you want to spend the rest of your life with this woman?

He can't remember exactly what he dreamed of in his dream. It's like this every time. After waking up, he will gradually forget the result. Only the voice lingers in his ears. Is it really unforgettable? ever loved someone...

"Young commander." At this moment, a man in black plainclothes and a top hat came up downstairs suddenly, hurried over and bowed slightly to He Tingge.

"What's wrong?" He Tingge frowned slightly. This person was sent by him to investigate Fu Qingcheng and the Fusang people. He might have made some progress when he came back now.

"There is a situation." The man whispered: "Mr. Fu hasn't gone out much these days, and he works in his mansion. We