Wrong Changhuan

The lunch was ready, and it was very rich, and everyone took their seats one after another.

Seeing Chen Yang standing aside, Chang Huan said, "Chen Yang, you too."

Chen Yang said, "The villain dare not, because it is not in line with etiquette."

Yang Yandao, "Today is for the three of you to practice, you are all the protagonists, there is no respect and those red tapes."

An Cuo also said, "Sit down."

After Chen Yang listened, he took a seat in the empty seat between Lin Xiao and Lin Xun, and looked at Chang Huan opposite.

Lin borrowed the beard on his face, and stood next to Chang Huan, raised his glass and said, "The time we meet is too short... Alas... what Sanjiu wants to say is all in the wine--" He said softly with Chang Huan Clink the glasses lightly, then raise your head, and do it first as a respect.

Everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts, and they all raised their glasses and drank this cup together.

Yang Yan put down his wine glass, looked around the audience, and said, "Don't hold back... the dishes that Axun and Azun cooked should not be wasted... Let's eat freely—what can I say? Chatting while eating..." He took the lead to put a piece of ribs into Chang Huan's bowl, and said distressedly, "Eat more, I won't be able to eat the dishes made by your second uncle in the future..."

Seeing Chang Huan eating, Yang Yan smiled.

Lin Xiao put down his chopsticks and said, "In Xiaoguan City, the shopkeeper of the Yunlin is named Quan Zhongqing. He is a real person. If you have anything to do, you can ask him for help... Also, there is a traveler in the city. , although they are some low-level people, but this group of people is the most well-informed, and they help the master-"

An Cuo interjected, "Call Lame Seven--"

"You also know this person?" Lin Xiao was very surprised, looked at An Cuo and asked, "Do you have friendship with him?"

An made a mistake, "Coincidentally, he saved his life."

After Chang Huan listened, he looked at the people beside him with a smile. Under the wine table, he had quietly reached out and held Ah Cuo's hand, and said in a low voice, "I'll just say, you are the hero in my heart--"

However, the so-called coincidence is just the target of An Cuo's pursuit. He happened to have a grudge with the lame seven, and he caught up with the lame seven to seek revenge.By accident, he was saved.The lame seven is grateful, and regards him as a savior, which is why he has this friendship.It was also for this reason that An Cuo felt relieved to take Chang Huan to this remote borderland.

Lin Xiaodao, "I also have friendship with Lame Seven. I thought he would help you when you mentioned my name... So, with your benefactor here, I don't need to talk about it..."

Lin Xun, who had been silent all this time, listened, took a look at An Cuo, and suddenly said, "That's good...at least Xiaoguan is not too strange and dangerous for you." Xiang Yang Yan patted his leg comfortingly, and said softly, "Now, you should feel relieved..."

Lin laughed and patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder next to him, and said, "Okay-boy, I haven't seen you for a few years, and I have also learned how to cut tofu with a knife. You are two-faced... Eldest sister said that you are good at business, but difficult in everything." I won't fail you... Let me see... the people in this Jianghu are so sophisticated, they can't get along well..."

Lin Xiao was a little unaccustomed to such enthusiastic praise, bowed his head slightly, smiled shyly, and said, "Eat vegetables-eat vegetables--"

Chang Huan put a chopstick into An Cuo's bowl, and said softly, "Taste this fish—it's very fresh—" Then he looked up and saw Chen Yang looking at her, and looked back enthusiastically, "Chen Yang, you Eat more too-"

"En." Chen Yang nodded, his face slightly undulating, and he didn't say much.

Lin Xun said, "In less than a month and a half, it will be the Chinese New Year... Will you come back then?"

Chang Huan looked at An Cuo and said, "When we've settled down, I'll come back to see you during the Chinese New Year... Let's celebrate the New Year together and watch the New Year..." I hope by then, the wind will pass and everything will return to calm.

Yang Yan added, "There's also Ah Jie, I think we should get married after the next year... Are you coming back to participate?"

An made a mistake, "Third Uncle's date has been set, remember to tell us that we will be back..." After finishing speaking, he and Chen Yang both toasted at the same time, looked at Lin Ju and said in unison, "Congratulations--"

Lin scratched his head with a smile, and said, "Thank you--we are happy and happy..."

An Cuo put down his wine glass, and exchanged glances with Chen Yang.

No matter how delicious a meal is, there are many people who have food but don't know what it tastes like.

Alas, there is always a banquet in the world.

The meal is closed, the sun is due south, the sky is clear and the breeze is blowing, it is a good weather for traveling.

Beside the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a brown horse had already been tied, and a double black carriage was parked.

The coachman Lao Xing was about 30 years old, with a simple and honest face, he was a veteran driver of the Lin family, dressed in gray clothes and short clothes, he was already waiting at the side.

Chang Huan lifted the curtain of the car, and saw that although the outside was ordinary, the inside looked very comfortable, with a thick cotton blanket, and the necessary packages had been placed in the car.

"Don't we ride horses?" Chang Huan asked An Cuo.

It can take three to five days by fast horse, and at least seven or eight days by car.

Yang Yan had a bitter face, but he still comforted him, "It's not in a rush to reincarnate...I have plenty of time, so it's better to take a car..."

An made a mistake, "It's cold, let's take a car--"

"Okay - I'll listen to you..." After Chang Huan said, he looked around in Anping Hall for the last time before leaving, and looked at the expressions on the faces of the people around the carriage, his eyes suddenly became sour.

Just looking at it makes me sad.

The courtyard is deep, with one tile, one house, one plant and one tree. Although it has been around for many years, it is still the same as before.

On the top of the osmanthus tree, the branches hang down, covering the greenery, and the melting snow is dripping, and the voice is reluctant to give up.

Looking up, the wine melts into tears when I leave.

The voice and appearance here are quietly stationed in the heart, penetrating into the bones and intestines.

It's melancholy, how can I bear to say goodbye and tell Lishang.

Seeing Chang Huan's expression, An Cuo quietly took her hand and said softly, "Kowtow to Uncle and Second Uncle--"

Chang Huan wiped his tears with his sleeves, looked at An Cuo, nodded, then turned to Yang Yan and Lin Xun, and knelt down on his knees.

Yang Yan couldn't bear it, his eyes were red, and when he was about to help, Lin Xun grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his shoulder.

Lin Xun whispered, "Let her kneel, otherwise, she won't leave at ease--"

Together with Chang Huan, An Cuo bowed solemnly three times.

An made a mistake and saw that Chang Huan was still resting his head on the ground, his body trembling slightly, and hadn't moved for a long time.

Seeing this, Chen Yang's heart seemed to be tightened, feeling uncomfortable.

"Uncle...Second Uncle...Treasure—" After finishing speaking, Chang Huan got up and went straight into the carriage.

He didn't dare to look any longer, he didn't dare to say much, for fear that if he glanced or said a word, he would be too ruthless to leave.

From now on, the mountains and roads are far away and difficult to cut off. One kind of lovesickness, two places of concern, all kinds of entanglements, and thousands of knots in my heart.

After An Cuo nodded to everyone, he said, "Don't worry..." After finishing speaking, he followed into the carriage.

In the carriage, Chang Huan curled up in a corner, covered his mouth, wept, and said in a low voice.

The coachman, Lao Xing, gave a yell to drive—the carriage moved slowly, left the Anping Hall, and went west onto the main street.

Yang Yan couldn't hold back the tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "Chang Huan--"

A cry, like a broken heart.

Before Yang Yan could reach the gate, Lin Xun caught up and stopped him, and hugged him into his arms.

Lin Xun comforted, "She will come back...she will come back..."

Yang Yan's tearful eyes were full of tears, and his soul was lost. He suddenly felt that Jiangling was empty, and his heart was empty.It was like the flesh on his body was cut off with a single knife.

Chen Yang wore an apricot yellow cloak, led the horse and followed slowly, passed by Yang Yanshi, spoke softly, and said, "She will be fine...I assure you!" After finishing speaking, he got on the horse and followed.

Hearing Yang Yan's heart-piercing cry, Chang Huan finally cried out as he leaned against the window lattice.

An Cuo hugged Chang Huan tightly in his arms, and kissed her for a long time, but didn't know how to comfort her.

Dull and oppressive, spreading in the compartment.

Chen Yang quickly caught up. After the vehicle slowed down and exited the city gate, the carriage sped up and moved forward. Chen Yang turned his head and saw Murong Ji, Chen Yu and his master Qin Zhong who were already waiting at the side.

Chen Yang didn't get off his horse, but just saluted Murong Ji with his fists.

With grief and reluctance in Murong Ji's eyes, he said softly, "Go--"

Chen Yang nodded, then glanced at Uncle Zhong, and quickly chased after him on his horse.The hoofbeats of the horses are fast, and the red hair belt moves with the wind.

Murong Ji rode a horse, stepped on the snow, and followed slowly for a long time.

Uncle Zhong dissuaded him for the third time, saying, "My lord, I can't chase you any more."

When there was no shadow of the car on the road ahead, Murong Ji stopped his horse, held the rein with one hand, put his hand on his chest with the other, looked straight into the distance, his eyes were dazzled.

In the breast pocket, there is a bottle of Rejuvenation Pill.He knew that it was not only the medicine that Chang Farewell gave him, but also her unspoken care and love.

It is the medicine to prolong his life, and it is also his extravagance and guilt.

On the way back to the city, stop and go.

The winter snow has not yet melted, and the horseshoe is light.

The city is noisy, and there are few people walking outside the city.

The shadow of the sky is getting farther and farther away, and the heavy mountain wind is getting stronger.

I just wish I couldn't keep it, what a pity, what a feeling.

In the carriage, An Cuo felt a little warmth around his legs, and opened the mahogany box next to him with one hand, and saw two copper hand stoves inside, which were filled with red charcoal, and they were warm when touched lightly.

An mistakenly handed one of them to Chang Huan.

Chang Huan took it, and his nose felt sore in an instant.

Only Yang Yan can be so careful, afraid that her hands will be cold.

An made a mistake, "Since you are so reluctant, why do you have to choose today? Why don't you stay for a few more days?"

Feeling the warmth in his hands, Chang Huan was silent for a while, and then said quietly, "The day I came back from the hunting ground in the south of Jiangdong City, I thought about it, and I thought about it... Later, I went back to Jiangling because of the third uncle I have to go back...Actually, I'm really scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"That day, when I saw the killer coming, seeing how powerful the killer was, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to protect Madam and hurt her... After that incident, I was even more afraid..."

Chang Huan choked up, sniffled his nose, and continued, "I'm even more afraid... If I were in Jiangling, my uncle and second uncle would be hurt because of me..."

An Cuo wept, and murmured, "The people in Mingyue Tower came because of me..." Guilt arose spontaneously.

Chang Huan reached out his hand to wipe away the tears for Ah Cuo, and said, "That's just one of them... Mother hates me, Murong Ji is also in Jiangling, although the uncles don't say it in front of me, but I know what's going on in their hearts. There will be no hatred, no embarrassment... I am caught between my mother and Murong Ji, why are they caught between me and Murong Ji... Just because I know the feeling... I don't know How to face them...Ah wrong...I was never a strong person...so I ran away..."

Just like today, it is my departure and my escape.

An Cuo gently held the hand caressing her cheek, then quietly kissed the scarred palm, and hugged the person in her arms even tighter.

"A mistake, only where you are is the place I want to go..."

"I know--"

With her mother's unresolved hatred and estrangement, with Murong Ji's expectation and guilt, with Yang Yan and the others' reluctance and concern, with Ah Cuo, the person she loves the most.

Lin Changhuan left and left Jiangling.

Let's go and say goodbye, and there will be no return day.

Lin Changhuan never expected that these two days would be the last stay in Jiangling in her life.

Unfortunately, only two short days.

Since it's something to say, tears don't show.

Accompanied by the breeze and the occasional birdsong, I drove all the way without rush.

The wheels rolled over the thin snow on the official road, and drove to the far end of the sky.

An Cuo supported the car frame with one hand, fixed his body, and smiled when he saw the person in his arms pillowed on his chest, tired from crying and sound asleep.

Although his hand was already numb, he was reluctant to move it.

Chang Huan, such a beautiful person in the world can't be found except you.

Changhuan, I want to spend the rest of my life to give you happiness.

Changhuan, this heart beats only for you.

Did you feel it in your dream?

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The author has something to say:

@罗神, everyone does everything for a reason.The combination of karma and fate created these stories. . .

The matter of Yang Yan and Cheng Yunchu will unfold slowly later.

Now that all the stories are cleared, I just need to code them out. . .

I just wish I didn't have six hands and three mouths. . .So much to say, so much to write. . .

Every time I see your comment, I will increase my motivation to write more. . . .

Many things, I think, you should not have expected.