God, he quietly likes this seat

Yan Huaizhou had a good night's sleep.

When he woke up from his dream, he seemed to smell a familiar aroma of food.

A young girl slammed the door, walked in after hearing his baffled answer, stood in front of the bed and knocked on his head forcefully: "It's hard to come back for a few days, you plan to sleep until the sun rises Did you just get up?"

where is this place?

Yan Huaizhou was stunned for a moment, and then quickly regained his clarity.

That's right, recently Master went out to discuss scriptures and Taoism, and they just found time to rest. This is not Yuluan Palace, but Biyun Island.

Yan Huaizhou stretched his waist, and half joked and half complained to the girl: "Sister, look at you. When you don't see me, you always send messages saying you miss me. Now that I'm back, but half a day I heard you whispering."

Yan Wuchen shook his head angrily at his younger brother: "You think I'm willing to come here to talk about it? It's just that my mother made someone's favorite snack early in the morning, but I waited and waited, but I didn't see that person show up."

When Yan Huaizhou heard this, he immediately became interested, turned over and jumped up from the bed: "Mother made a snack? Then please remember to leave a copy for A Ling, he has been thinking about it for a long time."

Yan Wuchen said with a smile: "I see. No matter what you say, it's A Ling. His share has already been prepared."

The sunshine on Biyun Island was perfect, Yan Huaizhou walked out of his yard, stretched his tired legs and feet, and wobbled into the front hall.

As soon as he touched the door of the front hall, a porcelain bowl flew straight towards his head, accompanied by a scolding scolding: "Why did our Yan family raise such a bastard like you?" !"

Yan Huaizhou was not surprised, he quickly raised his arm, and firmly held the porcelain bowl in his palm before it hit him between the eyebrows, then tilted his head, and sure enough, he saw his father blowing his beard and staring at him.

He ignored Yan Xingzhi's stern scolding, and only coquettishly said to the beautiful woman sitting at the front of the table: "Mother, father loses his temper with me as soon as he comes back, and you don't care about him."

Yan Xingzhi slapped the table suddenly: "Don't think that you can hide this matter by intercepting your master's message! Tell yourself honestly, why did you burn down the library in Tzu Chi Temple?"

Yan Huaizhou picked up the steaming hot dim sum on the table and put it in his mouth, he felt his mouth was full of fragrance, and said indifferently: "It was those bald donkeys who offended me first, I only burned down their library, it's already too late. Give them face. If Ah Ling didn't stop me, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't smash up their entire monastery."

Yan Xingzhi was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, wishing he could rush over and kick him a few times before giving up: "Listen! Listen to what he is saying!"

"You have been staying with Zhong Ling for many years, why can't you learn more about others' prudence? If you don't cause trouble for a day, will you be anxious to death?!"

The wife of the Yan family, Li Nianchun, has long been accustomed to the situation where their father and son are at war when they meet, and at this moment she smiled and smoothed things over and said: "Wan Feng is just a bit out of character by nature, why do you demean your son to nothing. Besides You said it yourself, with Zhong Ling watching, he won't cause any trouble."

Yan Xingzhi immediately said angrily: "A loving mother is a loser, so you should pamper her! Wait until he pokes a hole in the sky in the future, and see how you can excuse him!"

He walked away with a gloomy face, Li Nianchun pretended not to see it, and turned to his son with a smile: "Wan Feng, is it delicious?"

Yan Huaizhou hurriedly nodded and said applaudingly: "Of course, mother's craftsmanship, so what's the point?"

He made an exaggerated gesture to his mother, with the words "I'm very satisfied" written all over his face.There is no mother who is wrong with this sentence, and Li Nianchun was really elated by him, and the mother and son laughed together in the hall.

After eating and drinking enough and having nothing to do, Yan Huaizhou nestled on the recliner in front of the door, basking lazily in the sun, and after a while, he began to think about people thousands of miles away.

"I didn't follow Buzhou Mountain this time, and I don't know if A Ling missed me when he was in retreat."

He casually tore the leaves of Tianxiangsu in a nearby pot, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me..."

The poor pot of orchid was torn apart by him, and when he finally stopped, there were only bare roots left.

The days were dull and idle, after wasting three or five days, Yan Huaizhou couldn't sit still at home.He and Zhong Ling rarely saw each other for such a long time, and they still felt a little lovesick.

He counted the time, and for the first time, he was looking forward to returning to Yuluan Palace earlier.The altar of peach blossoms he buried under the tree must have been unsealed in the near future, so we should find a bright and clear moon, and have a drink with Zhong Ling on the roof looking at the moon.

The snacks prepared earlier were placed on the bedside, Yan Huaizhou glanced at them several times, he had something to worry about, and suddenly remembered another Zhong Ling's favorite food.

So he immediately went out with great enthusiasm, and drove a small boat to the center of the lake, intending to catch a whitebait that only Biyun Island had, and bring it back to make soup for Zhong Ling.

But what he didn't expect was that the silver fish was wandering in the water, but what he commanded was not his usual spell, but a black flame glowing with black light.

Yan Huaizhou was startled by the steaming demonic energy of the flame.

When did he...bewitched?

Yan Huaizhou's first thought was that someone was deliberately playing tricks on him, but the flame at his fingertips was very intimate with him, as if he had followed him like a shadow for many years, becoming an instinct in his body.

He was silent for a moment, and then slowly retracted his fingers, only to feel that many forgotten things suddenly rushed to his mind, which made him have a splitting headache.

As if to cater to his current state of mind, the originally bright and bright weather suddenly turned dark, and a torrential downpour, which he had no time to avoid, poured down on his head, making him feel cold all over his body.

Yan Huaizhou lost his mind for a long time in the heavy rain, and finally remembered where he was.

He stumbled to his feet, looked around in a daze, but couldn't find where the exit was.Just when he was in a state of confusion, a plain hand beside him gently held his wrist.

Someone was asking him: "Wan Feng, where are you going?"

Yan Huaizhou turned back stiffly, and what appeared in front of him was Yan Wuchen's figure that was also drenched by the rain.

Through the rain curtain, he looked at Yan Wuchen, at the hazy Biyun Island behind her, and struggled to utter a word: "Sister, I'm leaving."

Yan Wuchen's face was full of disbelief, he took a step back in shock, and asked repeatedly: "You want to go? You want to leave here? Are you leaving me and my parents anymore?"

Yan Huaizhou didn't dare to face her questioning, and didn't even dare to look into her disappointed eyes. After a while, he explained in a shy voice: "Sister, that's not the case. Listen to me, Biyun Island has long since disappeared. It's just a dream of mine, I can't..."

Yan Wuchen interrupted him sharply: "No! You are wrong! As long as you choose to stay, everything here will become true. Our family lives here, isn't it good?"

Seeing that Yan Huaizhou refused to answer, she said anxiously again: "If you insist on leaving, there will be no chance to rewrite everything."

She stared at Yan Huaizhou fixedly, then softened her tone, two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Wan Feng, do you want to see with your own eyes how my father and mother and I died on the stage?"

"Are you going to sink Biyun Island again, and seal our home forever in the dark seabed?"

"You stay, stay at home, okay... okay?"

Yan Wuchen wept blood and wailed earnestly, Yan Huaizhou was overwhelmed by her crying, almost for a moment, he was about to open his mouth to agree to her request.

During the interval between nodding his head and agreeing, many scattered fragments flashed before his eyes, but the only thing he could capture was a tangled vine everywhere, and when Zhong Ling curled up in his arms crying out for pain, clearly Eyes full of willingness.

He really wanted to stay.

But Zhong Ling was still waiting for him.

If he stayed in this vain dream, how could Zhong Ling stand up to his disappointment?

The father's scolding, the mother's smiling face, and the elder sister's tenderness all blended together in the blurry Biyun Island.Before the powerlessness from the grief completely overwhelmed him, Yan Huaizhou closed his eyes fiercely, and locked his heart full of sadness back to a corner that no one will ever know.

There is only a thin line between sinking and sobriety.

This was also the last word he could leave to Yan Wuchen.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

……

The Snow Demon Girl put down the lotus flower in her hand, a strange color flashed on her face, and she praised Yan Huaizhou: "The ice lotus has only half melted, you woke up really early."

Yan Huaizhou glanced at her thoughtfully, and went through his astonishing discovery not long ago in his mind again.

But right now, he didn't care about discussing the past with the Snow Demon Girl, and only looked at the sleeping Zhong Ling, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Why hasn't he woke up yet?"

The Snow Demon Girl said with a smile: "You are very lucky, you got that cup of "Zui Sheng", but his luck is not so good, you got another cup of "Dream Death". You should still be in the most painful I can't struggle out of my memories."

When Yan Huaizhou heard this, his expression darkened slightly.

"What was... in his dream?"

The Snow Demon Girl bent her lips towards him: "You want to know?"

"If you want to know, I can send you to see it. But this may not be a good thing for you, because he can't see you, and you can't interfere in his decision. Once you have any actions that you shouldn't have , our oath will be invalidated, and he will never wake up again."

Yan Huaizhou subconsciously steadied his mind, but almost couldn't restrain himself from thinking, among Zhong Ling's most painful memories...is there him?

Zhong Ling always has many secrets that he doesn't want to tell him, and he has absolutely no intention of prying into Zhong Ling's privacy.It's just this situation, he is really worried.

Yan Huaizhou thought about it, and finally nodded to the Snow Demon Girl: "I really want to know. But whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, I won't interfere in his decision."

The Snow Demon Girl seemed very satisfied with his answer, a firefly cloud formed in her hand, and slowly pushed it closer to Yan Huaizhou's eyes.

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