Sword net three love thread peeling cocoon

After Yu Qingcheng moved freely, the few of them didn't stop at Tangjiabao and set off to return home.

Boss Hemanci reluctantly stood at the door and blew a few kisses to Huo Qingyun: "I'll go to Luoyang to see you next month!"

Huo Qingyun smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you."

Yu Qingcheng sat on the white-hoofed crow and watched coldly, flicked his whip and walked away-there were only two horses among the three of them, Huo Qingyun naturally drove him to Ye Zhanmei's bad-tempered mount, He rode through the moon with Ye Zhanmei and set out on the road together.

After returning to Tiance Mansion, his life was still the same, and he was not arranged to go on an expedition. He listened to his master's admonition every day, played chess with his grandfather, competed with his soldiers, hunted and climbed mountains, sang songs with wine, and was happy. very.

It's just that he never waited for Hermanz's arrival.

They kept in touch by letter.Two months later, a letter sent by a swan geese floated in. The letter paper was full of the smell of fresh herbs, and there were only a few lines of writing, telling him dryly that the lover in the distance had already made an engagement with someone else.

As if he should be sad, the strange thing is, he didn't feel very sad.

Parents and grandfather soon learned of the news, and their eagerness to see their child's "friend" was immediately quenched by a pot of water, and they became cautious when talking to him.

I don't think I need any comfort at all... Huo Qingyun thought, but one good thing is that the voice of family members nagging in their ears every day that they want him to get married as soon as possible has completely disappeared this time, as if he was afraid that mentioning it would hurt him same heart.

It's quiet.

They have been quiet for four full years, and they didn't bring it up again until recently.

Because of staying in the study for a long time yesterday, Huo Qingyun got up later than usual, and the sky was already bright.After washing up, he walked slowly to his grandfather's room. The chessboard was set up in front of the old man, and he was making a pot of scented tea.

Huo Qingyun invited Ann, raised his head and saw his grandfather beckoning to him: "Sit."

I don't know when the grandfather and grandson played chess, they no longer used the traditional opening method in a regular manner, but started from the endgame.

A stick of incense will be lit on the table, and when it burns out, if there is still no winner, the two will switch roles, continue at the place where the other was just now, and re-light the incense at the same time, and so on.

Huo Qingyun was able to perfectly suppress Huo Yu in the chess game when she was 12 years old, but after five or ten years, she was still one move short in front of her grandfather.The two of them have been able to dictate and play countless games of blindfold chess fluently, so they began to study different chess fighting methods in different ways.

However, this time, what was on the chessboard was the most authentic opening, and there was no incense burner on the table.

Huo Qingyun silently glanced at his grandfather.

The tea boiled slightly, the aroma lingered, and the dense mist rose between the two of them, as if separated by mountains and rivers, the soldiers and horses of both sides stood majestically on the stable chessboard.

Huo Liren's gaze still made him unable to see clearly, and his voice was as kind as ever: "In the first game, you come first."

Huo Qingyun picked up a chess piece, rubbed it in his hand, and slowly put it back on the board, "It's disrespectful."

Huo Liren fought with him a few times, and the situation became confusing as expected. He looked at Huo Qingyun's pensive side face, and said, "Son, your parents are chattering with you, don't take it too seriously. , we all want someone to take care of you."

Huo Qingyun tilted her head to look at the chess game from another angle, and said casually: "Qingyun understands."

Huo Liren shook his head slowly, a few strands of white hair swayed by his ears with his movements, he lowered his eyes, and his gaze on Huo Qingyun gradually deepened.

Four years ago, after experiencing that hasty relationship breakup, Ye Zhanmei came to her door before he felt anything wrong, followed by a mighty bodyguard team behind him.

At that time, there was a group of recruits passing by in front of the mansion, and each of them stretched their necks curiously to look this way, thinking that some precious things had come to the mansion, and they insisted on escorting them with such a big posture.

Xu Changhai was watching his subordinates count the number of people at the door, and when he saw this scene, he glanced at Huo Qingyun next to him.

Huo Qingyun had an ominous premonition.

Young Master Ye turned over and dismounted neatly, waved his hand, and the huge bodyguard team turned around in unison, and retreated back with neat steps. of boxes.

Huo Qingyun walked over silently, stretched out the gun, and lifted the lid of one of the boxes.

It actually contained a jar of fine wine.

Ye Zhanmei consciously patted him on the shoulder very domineeringly, and almost staggered him: "Brother, don't be sad, young master, I will spend time with you today! Um, no, how do you say it, use wine to drown your sorrows?"

Huo Qingyun: "I'm not sad..."

Ye Zhanmei dragged him in without any explanation: "Okay, stop talking, I understand you!"

Huo Qingyun: "...Where did you get all these things?"

"I bought it in Yangzhou. It's very valuable. I was afraid that there would be problems on the way, so I specially hired the best bodyguard agency in Yangzhou to show me all the way."

"Just for a few jars of wine?"

Ye Zhan glared at him: "What are you talking about? This is specially used to comfort you. Of course there can be no mistakes."

The two passed by Xu Changhai, and Xu Changhai looked at Huo Qingyun meaningfully: "I said Qingyun, if you have something on your mind, please tell us more, don't hold back."

Huo Qingyun: "I'm fine."

Xu Changhai looked at Ye Zhanmei, then at the back of the bodyguard team leaving, and sighed: "It's not good for you, I'll go back and talk to your master."

The recruits who stretched their necks to watch the dart team just now turned their heads to look at him one by one.

Huo Qingyun felt unable to argue.

Although Huo Qingyun felt that she had expressed the matter of "even though I was broken in love, I didn't feel too sad" could not be more clear, but Ye Zhanmei didn't take it seriously at all and insisted on getting drunk with him Not return.

In the end, Huo Qingyun didn't feel much better yet. This master drank himself and staggered, as if he completely forgot that he was here to explain the matter of his broken-hearted friend.

Huo Qingyun helplessly supported the young master who sang folk songs on the roof of Lingyan Pavilion all night, and at the same time suggested for the umpteenth time: "Let's go down?"

"No." Ye Zhan waved his hands in a dazed manner, vetoing, "This...it's cool here!"

Huo Qingyun was already very familiar with Ye Zhanmei's drunken itinerary.He would run and jump for a while with excess energy, and when he was tired from running, he would stop and start talking nonsense, and finally he would look at people with a silly smile when he calmed down, and often fell asleep with a smile on his face.

According to past experience, he is about to start the next step.Fortunately, this place is secluded, and he didn't lose his embarrassment - Huo Qingyun thought to herself, and was ready to listen to Ye Shi's smirk.

Ye Zhanmei raised his head and hugged the wine jar and drank a few more sips, wiped his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Yes—yes, I'm here to comfort you. You..."

He leaned closer to Huo Qingyun, stared at his face for a long time, and wondered: "You, why aren't you sad at all?"

Huo Qingyun said: "I've said it many times..."

"Tell me." Ye Zhanmei interrupted him, "How could she abandon you?"

Huo Qingyun half-truthfully mocked herself: "Isn't this normal? Girls all want to be safe. What's so good about a man like me who lives in nowhere and is precarious."

Ye Zhanmei shook his head like a rattle when he heard it: "Nonsense, you are the best."

Huo Qingyun froze for a moment.

Ye Zhanmei moved forward again, suddenly blurred in front of his eyes, and before he could grasp the distance, he slammed into Huo Qingyun's shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain before falling backwards.Huo Qingyun quickly put her arms around his waist, reached out and took the wine jar he was carrying, and threw it aside.

Ye Zhanmei let Huo Qingyun rub the forehead that he had knocked just now, and repeated in a low voice: "How can you say she can abandon you..."

Huo Qingyun took a closer look and saw that there was no obvious sign of redness and swelling on his forehead, so he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Ye Zhan raised his eyebrows, looked at him blankly, and said, "You said you are so good, why would she do this?"

"What's wrong with me?" Huo Qingyun said casually, "If it hurts, let's go down. I'll find ice cubes for you."

Ye Zhanmei shook his head vigorously again, and said, "Anywhere is fine...how could anyone want to leave you?"

"..." Looking at the expression on Ye Zhanmei's face, Huo Qingyun inexplicably felt that he seemed very sad.

But why?

"You're fine everywhere." Seeing that he didn't respond, Ye Zhanmei said it again, as if to emphasize something.

Huo Qingyun watched dumbfoundedly as his head slowly lowered, and he slid down unsteadily, and quickly bent down to hug him up.

Why is he so sad today?

Obviously the one who lost love is himself, why is he sadder than himself?

For a moment, Huo Qingyun couldn't understand the person he thought he was most familiar with.

Ye Zhanmei gradually felt a little top-heavy, he pressed his forehead against Huo Qingyun's chest, smelling the strong fragrance of green grass, his consciousness became blurred.For some reason, he wanted to cry a little, but he held back in the end, and repeated with a nasal voice: "You are, everything is fine."

Huo Qingyun slowly sat down on the roof, he gathered the collar of the man in his arms, and hugged him tighter.

Ye Zhanmei didn't know where he was for a long time. He buried his head in his neck subconsciously, and muttered something in a low voice.

Huo Qingyun stroked his messy long hair, quietly looking at his sleeping face under the moonlight.

Wine is used to relieve worries, but it made him fall asleep with a face full of sorrow, how can this work.This person should always fall asleep with a smile on his face.Huo Qingyun thought so.

Normally, he always had a way to make Ye Zhanmei happy, but this time, for some reason, he felt at a loss.

Huo Qingyun looked at the dark night above Lingyan Pavilion, feeling as if her heart was locked in a cocoon.But tonight's starlight insects secretly peeled off a strand of silk outside the shell.

The road of Fenghua Valley is soaked in the smell of blood.

This place seems to have been built for war from the beginning of the war.It devours life, and then spits out a shape that is neither human nor ghost, struggling to grow on every fold of the valley.They are born to fight, and the strongest survive.

The monk walking alone in the early morning fog, dressed in plain white robes, looks like a bodhisattva who came here to save all living beings. The expression on his brows and eyes, which is usually dull, gives birth to a kind of compassion in this place where there are hidden murderous intentions.

In fact, Wu Xin knew very well who was following him.

It stands to reason that he should keep walking like this, as long as the people in the dark don't move, he doesn't have to react any more.

But what is "reason"?

Buddhism is reason, kindness is reason, and everything he practices is reason. If the world is perpetual, why do we need people like them to spread and maintain "reason"?

I have seen all the Buddhas walking in the great thousand worlds, and through various causes and conditions, they entered this path.

Wu Xin finally stopped in the maple forest, turned her head and waited for a while, a lavender figure floated down.

A frivolous voice also followed: "Oh, holy monk, come here and be safe."

If I smell it.

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