Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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Zhan Zhao rarely took the initiative to ask for leave, so Bao Zheng didn't refuse when he asked. There was nothing to deal with in Bianliang City after a day of snow, and there was not even a person on the street when the weather suddenly became cold. It is said that the Guangxian Temple outside the city has started to set up porridge sheds again, so those homeless beggars all went to the Guangxian Temple on the outskirts of the city.

When Zhan Zhao opened his mouth, he was a little embarrassed. He has never taken vacations. Since he entered the temple, he has almost never taken vacations for personal affairs. But Zhan Zhao really can’t control his heart. It’s the first time he’s so eager to indulge Selfish one time at a time, because he really couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart and hoped to get the final answer.

Yang Jian, are you still here?

Zhan Zhao didn't mention to anyone what happened at noon on the first snow day. Zhan Zhao knew that no one would believe him even if he said it. Maybe Gongsun Ce still thought that he was hallucinating due to exhaustion, and maybe he had to cooperate with him. A few medicines to take.But waiting so anxiously for an unknown news, Zhan Zhao overestimated himself a bit.

Bao Zheng agreed without asking the reason. He had already seen that Zhan Zhao was absent-minded, and maybe there was some entanglement in his heart. For some reason, Bao Zheng vaguely felt that he should agree, without any reason.

The sky was still cloudy, but the snow had stopped, and the road was muddy and difficult.

Zhan Zhao rode on the official road on horseback. The originally spacious road was very slippery because of the snow cover, and there were many messy car marks, horse marks and footprints that could not be distinguished clearly.

The road is very familiar, but Zhan Zhao is walking more and more slowly. He doesn't know what kind of answer he wants to get. What does it mean if Yang Jian is still there?What if you have already left yourself alone?

The snow in front of the gate has not been cleaned, and it still looks like it has fallen. It can be seen that no one has been here since the snow fell. Zhan Zhao thought that maybe the weather is bad and Yang Jian doesn’t like to go out. Usually, even when the weather is good At that time, Yang Jian also lived in seclusion.Thinking this way, Zhan Zhao was not sure, he knew who was looking for him that day, and who would not succumb to his majesty when such a high-ranking person stepped forward.

Zhan Zhao knocked lightly on the door knocker, but there was no response for a long time. Zhan Chi hesitated and pushed the door lightly, but he opened it. It turned out that the door had never been locked.Zhan Zhao didn't know what it was like in his heart, he didn't seem to have any thoughts, and he seemed to think too much.

Zhan Zhao has long been familiar with the way when entering this house, even without looking, he knows where to turn and where to push the door.It is very familiar, because Yang Jian actually only used a small part of this huge house, but it only occupied a front hall and a small courtyard. I haven't seen it.Turning around the front hall along the long corridor, there was a faint fragrance, and Zhan Zhao looked back in a trance, and saw a wintersweet blooming in the corner of the front yard.

It has just snowed, and the branches are still covered with crystal ice and snow. The tender yellow wintersweet flowers are very small and hidden under the ice and snow.It's a pity that although the ice and snow are thick, they can't hide the fragrance of flowers, which finally leaks out from the gloomy sky.

There seemed to be someone in a trance in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhan Zhao's lips inadvertently. Who used to dance swords here, and who had Yiyi's eyes wandering?It seems that it was just yesterday, but it is already in heaven and earth.

Zhan Zhao's heart gets colder as he walks in, there is no sound, even when Yang Jian is sleeping peacefully, there should be Chen Xiang Xiaoyu coming out to make noise...

Zhan Zhao stopped in front of the house where Yang Jian had been living.

In my memory, it is the warmest place in winter. Whenever I come here, there will be a burning charcoal fire, the smell of hot tea, and Yang Jian's smile that can warm my heart.

What now?Through the closed doors and windows, Zhan Zhao already felt a bone-piercing coldness.

Yes, I was too obsessed, I always thought that everything would be different if the Jade Emperor agreed to a small request of myself, that is a world that cannot be violated by manpower, that is where no change will occur just because of an ordinary person, It is something that you can never reach or touch.But I just can't let go of it in my heart, I always have to see it with my own eyes before I can completely give up.

Bai Yutang had laughed at himself before, saying that he was an idiot who wouldn't look back even if he bumped into the south wall.

I still argued with him, saying that it was because I was serious, because I didn't want to let go of any clues to make innocent people wronged, and because I wanted to do everything I could to return justice to the world.

Actually... I am a... idiot!

I don't know how long I stayed there, but I just felt that the sky seemed to be getting darker, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be about to start snowing again, and the snow had just stopped.

Zhan Zhao finally laughed at himself, didn't insist on pushing the door open again, shook his head slightly and turned around sadly.

But my heart suddenly relaxed, Yang Jian will not appear again, in fact, I have already been preparing for such an ending when I knew Yang Jian's true identity, and I have been preparing for a long time, so I should be able to let it go.Mingming knew it all in his heart, why did his eyes start to feel astringent again?

That beautiful time was just a dream...

He had just walked two steps, and suddenly there was a soft sigh: "The weather is bad and the road is hard to walk. You are here. Are you going to leave without saying a word to me?"

The voice was light and there were almost no waves, and it seemed that he was just speaking the most common sentences.

It was unbelievable that the voice fell in Zhan Zhao's ears.

Zhan Zhao hesitated for a moment, and almost didn't dare to turn his head to look. The longing hasn't flooded him yet, could it be that he has already begun to hallucinate and hear hallucinations?

Before Zhan Zhao could think of anything else, the sigh in that voice was already obvious: "Don't you think I left without saying goodbye?"

Without further hesitation, Zhan Zhao turned around abruptly, and the door behind him opened wide. Yang Jian stood quietly at the door in a black dress. He was so dazzling in a dazzling pure white world, and he looked unobtrusive, as if he had Just waiting there quietly, his breath blended with everything around him, and he could hardly feel that there was a person standing there all the time.

Zhan Zhao controlled himself not to rush over and disrupt the harmonious atmosphere, but he couldn't control the tears welling up in his eyes, which finally flowed out of his eyes and ran across his cheeks following his turning around.

Zhan Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to call "Second Brother", but found that he couldn't speak at this moment.

Yang Jian looked at him staring at him stupidly without saying a word, and suddenly laughed, his smile was as warm and serene as ever, he took two steps forward and took Zhan Zhao's hand, and said, "Come in, I just soaked agarwood to honor me The ten-year-old Pu'er, drink two cups of tea first to get rid of the cold." The words were so natural, as if nothing had happened, Zhan Zhao followed Yang Jian into the room like this.

The room is still familiar with warmth, the hot charcoal in the copper stove is crackling, the familiar tea set on the kang table is neatly arranged, the fragrance of freshly brewed tea faintly diffuses in the air, and even Yang Jian is nervous. Holding my palm is as warm and dry as ever with just the right amount of strength.

Entering the room a little foolishly, watching Yang Jian close the door with his backhand completely by instinct, Zhan Zhao suddenly woke up, and suddenly hugged Yang Jian into his arms with all his strength, the familiar heartbeat in his embrace finally let Zhan Zhao Zhao's feeling gradually became real.

Yang Jian didn't seem to be surprised by Zhan Zhao's actions, he obeyed Zhan Zhao's strength rarely, and just patted Zhan Zhao's back lightly, with a hint of comfort: "...I'm sorry."

Zhan Zhao buried his head on Yang Jian's shoulder, and let out a muffled snort as he heard Yang Jian's explanation.

Yang Jian's shoulders gradually felt hot and humid, and for a while, there was a strange sweet warmth spreading in his chest...

Yang Jian didn't have any words to explain, but slowly tightened his arms to hug Zhan Zhao even tighter, as if he wanted to rub Zhan Zhao into his own flesh and blood, and become a whole with himself, regardless of you, me, and each other most……

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