After being pulled up by the master

Xue Wendi's memory has no gaps.

He seems to have grown up beside Xue Si so brightly and carefree, and he is cute and straightforward.He will practice sword from dawn to dusk, boil water and firewood for cooking diligently, and plant flowers of all seasons in the yard.

Xue Si never said much.He likes to be quiet and likes to sit alone in the bamboo hut and read books. When he is tired from reading, he occasionally raises his eyes to secretly look at Xue Wendi under the tree.

He didn't dare to look too much, for fear of accidentally sinking into it again.

But no matter how careful he was, he began to have nightmares all night long.In the dream, he took Xue Wendi to watch the sunrise, facing the first ray of sunrise and said over and over again, I like you, I like you, but no matter how tightly he hugged, the person in his arms was still like a withered pear blossom, scattered Go away for heavy snow.

Xue Si broke out in a cold sweat in his dream.He couldn't wake up, he stretched out his hand, trying to catch those floating petals in vain, his clothes fluttered with the wind, and tears fell out of his empty sleeves.

Xue Si heard a flute sound in the distance.

So familiar, so familiar.

He suddenly remembered that night in the inn, when he was a small fish, Xue Wendi put him in the water basin. At that time, he was still quarreling with Xue Wendi and kept spitting bubbles.

Xue Si finally woke up from the dream.He got up and sat on the bed, his long black hair was hanging loosely by his side, he stretched out his hand to hold it, and found that it had grown a lot.And the person who tied his hair no longer remembered him.

Xue Si had a splitting headache.

The sound of the flute continued, he put on his coat and walked outside the house.The moonlight was like water, Xue Wendi was sitting on a pear tree, playing a piece of music intently.Xue Si looked up at him, thinking that the man still belonged to him in a trance.

Xue Wendi turned his head when he heard the movement, as if a little surprised.He jumped down from the tree and walked up to Xue Si in two or three steps: "Master, why are you awake?"

Xue Si was taken aback, yes, he is Xiaolou's master now.

Xue Wendi smiled shyly: "You haven't been able to sleep well these days, I thought playing a tune for you would help you fall asleep."

He lowered his head slightly, "It seems that I am still not good enough."

Xue Si clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves tightly, pinching his palms with his fingertips, and said calmly: "Next time, don't blow it again."

"Oh, okay." Xue Wendi spread his hands, and there were a few leaves on it, "I wanted to make a bamboo flute, but I searched everywhere I could find it, but I couldn't find a bamboo, so I had to pick it up." A few leaves make up for it.”

He seemed a little reconciled: "Master, how about this, you can listen to it after I find green bamboo and make a flute? I think I am very talented, playing a piece of music is completely effortless."

"No need."

Xue Si still refused, and he didn't tell Xue Wendi that he chopped down the green bamboos all over the mountain, not even a single shoot was left.

Xue Wendi was a little frustrated: "Okay then. Master, you should rest well."

"En." Xue Si couldn't bear to see him disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.He slowly raised his hand, brushed the broken hair on Xue Wendi's forehead, and said softly: "The hair is long, cut it when you have time."

"Okay!" Xue Wendi agreed, and smiled again, "Master, your hair has grown too, so I'll cut it for you too."

Xue Si thought for a moment that the wordless book was invalid, but in fact Xue Wendi remembered everything.

He did not refuse.

Xue Wendi treated him well, but never said he liked him.Those loving eyes have always been innocent and sincere, without the throbbing and love of youth.

They lived in peace for more than three years.

Xue Wendi is 19 years old and has ushered in a soaring stage of cultivation.Hengyan's sword light is more dazzling than before, and the sound of the sword resounds throughout the valley. Every time Xue Si sees him, he sighs. He really is the disciple taught by the old valley master himself. If it is not for himself, how can he waste 40 for many years?

He knew that Sun Xuehua was already the leader of the righteous path.The unsmiling Lin Yuan holding the sword, became a grand master of a generation just as his master master predicted, and Lin Yuan also leapt to become the head of the sect, keeping pace with Suo Chungu.

Xue Si is often sad, but Xue Wendi doesn't know it.He thought his master used to be like this, as cold as the moon in the sky, not in the world.

On a certain night in midsummer, Xue Wendi returned home at night.He went to the edge of the cliff to practice his sword, and the sword energy has been able to go up to the sky and down to the deep stream.He broke out in a sweat, and on the way back, he broke two sticks of fresh red medicine and put them by the well.He took off his shirt, fetched a bucket of water, washed his face first, and then washed from his shoulders to his feet.The well water of the summer night slid over his delicate skin and fell into the tight waistline.Xue Wendi turned his head sideways and looked towards the lit door: "Master, did you wake up?"

"No." Xue Si lowered his eyes, Xue Wendi smiled: "Can't sleep?"

He put down the wooden barrel in his hand, picked up the peonies placed by the well, and walked up to Xue Si wetly: "Master, this is for you. I don't know what kind of flower it is, so I brought it back because I thought it looked good."

Xue Si recognized it as red medicine.

Reading the red medicine by the bridge, who is born every year?

He asked, "Why did you send me?"

"I think it looks good." Xue Wendi was a little strange. He thought he had made it clear, but it seemed that Master didn't understand, so he added, "It matches you very well."

Xue Si is silent.He looked at the two red medicines in front of him, the delicate petals were still stained with crystal drops of water, and through them, he seemed to be able to see Xue Wendi's undefended smiling face.

He took it.

Xue Wendi chuckled: "Master, do you like it? I heard that if you look at the things you like more, you will always be in a good mood, so you won't suffer from insomnia."

Xue Si pressed softly on the flower branch with soft fingertips, without looking at him: "Who did you listen to?"

Xue Wendi was dumb, and then smiled and said, "I said it myself."

Xue Si couldn't help but pursed his lower lip slightly.Xue Wendi looked at his slightly drooping eyelashes, the light mole on his cheek, and his plump lips, and his heart overflowed with infinite joy.

"Master, you have to be happy. If you are happy, I will be happy."

Xue Si's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up again, Xue Wendi had already returned to the well with the wooden bucket, and continued to take his shower.Those words just now were like in a dream.

Xue Wendi didn't seem to realize what kind of sentence he said.

Xue Si hesitated for a long time, but finally did not speak again.

He was troubled by nightmares more and more often, to the point where he couldn't close his eyes.In autumn, the red medicine by the window withered, and Xue Si had a sudden realization that the magic gathering pool had changed again, and the demon king had returned, and the days of chaos in the world were not far away.

Xue Si couldn't sleep at night, and often sat alone under the tree.He has the closest connection with the magic gathering pool, and is also the most vulnerable to backlash.With karma and resentment engulfing him, he felt exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that was about to be emptied physically and mentally.At the worst time, he didn't even have the strength to hold a pen.

Xue Wendi said that he would go out of the valley to save the world.

Xue Si just adjusted his clothes and sat down by the window. Hearing this, he didn't stop him.He knew that there would be such a day.His swan geese come and go in spring and autumn, and it's time to travel far.

He bit his index finger, mixed the blood into the ink, and called softly: "Xiaolou, come here."

Xue Wendi, who was originally planting flowers in the courtyard, rushed over: "Master."

Xue Si asked him to stretch out his hand, stroke by stroke, to outline a spell in his palm.The talisman disappeared every time it was written, and when it was finished, it all merged into Xue Wendi's body.

Xue Si was uncommonly bold, lowered his head, blew on his palm carefully and affectionately, and said softly: "You must be safe."

"Well, don't worry, Master, I will definitely come back intact." Xue Wendi smiled, but Xue Si didn't let go, but held his hand tightly: "Just be safe, you don't have to come back to me." .”

Xue Wendi was stunned, and blurted out: "Then how can I do it? You are here, Master, and I will definitely come back, by your side."

Xue Si only felt that a hole had been pierced in the tip of his heart, and blood was bubbling out. If it was so familiar, it was such a painful scene.

He let go of his hand suddenly, and said softly: "Let's leave as soon as possible."

Xue Wendi vaguely felt that the master was a little sad, thinking about it, he had never left the valley, and he didn't know when he would return from this long trip. The master was alone, so it must be very lonely.Thinking of this, he joked: "Master, why don't you send me a portrait of you, and I will take it with me, so I can definitely keep me safe."

Xue Si only felt that he was breathing heavily, his body was in pain, and his exhaustion was pervasive, almost completely crushing him.

He agreed, drew a portrait of himself meticulously, and put it in a kit.He sent Xue Wendi out of the valley, taking the same way he came in back then.

The forest is that forest, the stream is that stream, things are different, and people stand side by side without saying a word.

As Xue Wendi walked, he suddenly said, "Master, I will miss you, and you will miss me too."

Xue Si didn't dare to answer.He really wanted to grab this man's skirt and ask him, do you remember?Yes or no?If not, then you like me one more time, and if you like me one more time, just beg me.

He only walked halfway, and said, "Go."

Seeing that he didn't reply, Xue Wendi stopped talking.Just about to open the illusion and leave, Xue Sihu chased after him again: "You also gave me a portrait."

Think about it.

With reluctance in Xue Si's eyes, Xue Wendi agreed without thinking: "Okay."

Xue Si kept this painting with him for many years, and finally stayed in Sui Hanfeng.

Xue Wendi left the mountain, and the first stop was Linyuan who was leading the righteous path at that time.It was raining torrentially that day, and the Qingjiang River was full of waves. He put on his cape cape and hat, and jumped off the boat.The person who came to meet him was Sun Xuehua, head of Linyuan.The man was holding a red umbrella, followed by his younger brother Sun Zhonglang.

Seeing him, Xue Wendi cupped his hands and saluted, "Patriarch Sun."

The other party did not reply.

Xue Wendi felt that he had said the wrong thing, so he changed his words again: "Master Sun, the junior is bothering you."

"Ah."

Sun Xuehua's brows and eyes were frosty and cold. Xue Wendi was thinking at the time, how could there be such a cold person in this world?Even more alienated than his own master, it seems that he is not easy to get along with.

"Let's go, Ah Qing is waiting for you." Sun Xuehua paused, "Waiting for us."

"Yes."

Xue Wendi is very respectful, neither humble nor overbearing.He thought, he couldn't lose face of his master.

But along the way, Sun Xuehua was holding an umbrella for him, and the rain rolled down the edge of the umbrella like beads. It was raining and windy, but Xue Wendi didn't get wet at all.He knew that it was Master Sun who had set up a small barrier around the umbrella.

This Sect Leader Sun is also a good man with a cold face and a kind heart.

he thinks.