Fuck you

Qinghua pursed his lips, and turned to leave without any intention of listening to the answer after speaking.

Xinghe's eyes slid over the sword in his hand, and said softly: "Dijun, did you see the bright moon?"

Qinghua stopped abruptly, but never looked back, her hair was too loose, and when the wind blew, she flew around like a rebellion.

"That is indeed Mingyuegui, I brought him up." Xinghe continued, "I'm sorry, I haven't had time to tell Dijun that he lives with me now. In name, he is Yige's relative and my apprentice."

When talking about Yige's relatives, Xinghe obviously paused, sounding a little reluctant, but when he said that his apprentice's voice raised again, Youfeng covered his chest with inexplicable grief and anger, and turned to look at the arm that had been raised for so many years. The Chinese cabbage, whose elbows were always on the outside, couldn't help but sigh.

Before he finished feeling, he heard Qinghua's shoes rubbing against the ground, took a breath and asked, "Is he alright?"

These four words seem to be a nonsense that every person who reunites after a long time will ask when they meet. They know that it is useless, but they still have to ask. It seems that as long as the other party says "good", the sins that have been suffered for so many years can be understated. I took it with me.

Xinghe let out a "huh" and stood up. It seemed that he stood up suddenly. His eyes darkened. He hurriedly used the posture of getting up to support the back of the chair calmly, and said: "During this period, the emperor has always lived in Ziwei Palace. I will meet Mingyue, why don't I tell him that when you master and apprentice meet each other, the misunderstanding of the past will be resolved."

Qinghua was stunned. He hadn't told anyone about what he overheard back then. Everyone thought that he killed his relatives righteously and severed ties with Mingyuegui in front of the gods. Even he himself was about to start to doubt. Is it true that there has never been a little complaint.

"You know." He said in a bit of embarrassment, "I just... that's all, there is no misunderstanding, and there is no need to explain. As long as he is happy, I, as a master, can feel at ease. Farewell."

After Qinghua finished speaking, he turned and left, Xinghe didn't keep him.You Feng stared at the door for a while, and asked his junior brother: "Why is Qinghua so awkward, and what's the misunderstanding? Why don't I know what misunderstanding they have?"

Xinghe didn't answer, he took out the small bamboo flute from his bosom, stared at it for a long time, then suddenly put it to his lips and blew a note that means "I'm not happy now and don't want to talk".

Squeak.

You Feng covered his ears with one hand in horror, and grabbed the flute with the other: "My dear brother, the house will be blown down by you, I don't ask if it's okay!"

Chirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

You Feng fled in a hurry: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

At the same time, Mingyuegui, who had successfully settled a group of children into Jinyuan and was now slowly strolling to ask Xinzhai, paused. Hearing this inexplicable strange sound, there was a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

Where did I hear it.

He rubbed his chin and kicked the stones and thought about the strange sound, but the answer was the same as the carrot hanging in front of the donkey, which could be seen but could not be caught up or reached.

Mingyue Gui is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of the matter, thinking to no avail, so he simply closed his ears and stopped listening, because it was just too fucking ugly.

Wenxinzhai is the place where he used to live when he was studying, and it has always been the fixed residence for the disciples of the past generations. For some reason, it was changed to Jinyuan this time.Jinyuan and Wenxinzhai are separated by a large garden. Wenxinzhai is closer to the peach forest in the back mountain, and the air is fragrant and cleaner.

In the past, Mingyuegui liked living here, of course, the main reason was that Lingbao Tianzun let Xinghe also live here, and invisibly opened the door for him to molested.

Mingyuegui watched while walking, pointing fingers by the way.

This room was lived in by Ning Xu, tsk, the color is too ugly and too bright.The door next to it was not locked, and it looked like the nest of Mr. Jiang's troublemaker.Next to Jiang Gong is Qian Mo, next to him are Shao Shang and Mi Shu.

To be honest, apart from Qianmo's room which looks normal among the three members of the Celestial Clan, the other two rooms still look domineering.

Ming Yuegui picked up two stones, held them between his fingers, and took aim.

Bang, bang.

The windows of the two rooms where Shaoshang and Mishu lived were broken. Mingyuegui held her stomach and laughed silently for a while, and whistled contentedly in the empty room, haha: "It's been so many years It's not easy to be so annoying!"

After laughing, we continue to move forward, the last three houses in this row, every step forward is like stepping on the memory, with the eternal joy and inhuman dull pain.

The door frames of the two rooms after Mi Shu are tied with red strings. This is the room of Ming Ronglan and himself.The red rope has faded, hanging alone for hundreds of years, Mingyuegui can't help thinking, if Ming Ronglan comes back one day and sees it, will she still remember what they said when they tied the red rope together.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily walked over and held the red rope in his hand.

It took too long, and the red rope turned into several pieces of fragile cloth the moment he touched it. Ming Yuegui quickly let go, and the faded residual red fell to the ground, blown away by the wind mixed with peach fragrance. .

He shook his fingers blankly, the silent air seemed to sink, he took a few steps back, a depressive wrinkle formed between his brows.

He suddenly didn't dare to look at the two rooms next to each other. He turned around and walked quickly. After a few steps, he was blocked by a small clam-shaped pond. He turned his head and realized that he had unknowingly walked to the side of the last room.

This room is the last one in this row, and it is the place where Xinghe lived. The clam pond next to it is almost exactly the same as the clam pond on the Xinghe mansion, but it is much smaller and no one cares about it. The water in the pond is so shallow that only the bottom is left. , covered with fallen leaves that have not rotted for many years.

Mingyue Gui stood by the pool for a long time, then sat down, her eyes slid slowly over the open window, and finally fixed on the wooden door scratched with a tortoise shell.

The little tortoise was scratched with the point of the sword, very ugly, the marks have turned gray and dark over time, and the writing on the turtle shell is even more blurred.

Mingyue Gui sat on the ground and looked at the little turtle on the door in a daze. After so many years, the house is old, the pool is shallow, the cloth strips are rotten, but the grass is as short as before, like a soft plush cushion.

He grabbed the short fluffy grass casually, and it took a long time before he let out a sigh of frustration.

Inexplicably, he felt that Xinghe's room was more pleasing to the eye than any other room, even the barrenness was pleasing to the eye, especially the little bastard he had scratched on the door with his own hands, which was so kind.

His eyes gradually softened, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of his pale mouth. Those trivial things that seemed to be forgotten in the past suddenly became clear. The act of curling up.