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The morning light is faint, and a line of fish belly is white on the horizon.Shen Guanyu woke up suddenly in his sleep, panting heavily, pressing his fingertips tremblingly on his chest.

Xiao Ning turned over, opened his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Guan stabilized his mind, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"Sweating." Xiao Ning sat up, reached out and touched Shen Guan's forehead and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Guan hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly: "Maybe, I can't remember..." He just woke up, his eyes were flushed, and there was a layer of water in his eyes, looking very dazed.

Xiao Ning stared at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and nibbled on the snow-white shoulders and neck under the loose skirt.Shen Guan snorted, pushed Xiao Ning and said: "It's almost dawn."

Xiao Ning pressed the man on the bed, circled Shen Guan's slender waist, and said: "Later, you sleep more."

Shen Guan: ...

When the sky was bright, Lao Zhou came over to eat, and saw Xiao Ning put the steamed buns and the porridge in the cage drawer, covered and warmed.

"What? Didn't get up again?" Old Zhou asked casually after biting off half of the bun.

Xiao Ning didn't speak, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Lao Zhou sat down on the wicker chair in the yard, squinted his eyes and chatted with Xiao Ning casually.A few pigeons flew from the sky, flapping their wings and stopping in front of the window on the second floor.

After a while, Shen Guan rubbed his eyes and got up, seeing the gray pigeon in front of the window, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned over and got out of bed, stepped forward and pressed the pigeon in his hand.He untied a slender mailbox from the pigeon's feet, and poured out a letter.

Standing downstairs, Xiao Ning watched Shen Guan's face turn pale, his fingertips trembled, and the morning wind swept away the thin paper in his hand, and it fell from the window, landing on the soles of Lao Zhou's feet.

The obituary in black and white, the master of Tianyi Mansion died outside Yumen Pass.

Dusk will be night.Lao Zhou led the horse to the ferry, and Xiao Ning's family saw him off.

"Okay, let's go back." Lao Zhou handed the little girl in his arms to Shen Guan.Xiao Ning hung two jars of wine on the horse's back again, after thinking about it, he was still uneasy and said: "Drink less, so as not to cause trouble."

Lao Zhou smiled and rubbed the heads of Nian Nian and Xiao Yuan one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Shen Guan. "This time I'm here,...if I see a tomb outside the pass, I'll burn incense for him as well."

Shen Guan lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and said after a while, "Thank you."

Lao Zhou pulled Xiao Ning over and said in a low voice: "You two live a good life, don't mess around. And... treat him well."

Xiao Ning responded, and Lao Zhou boarded the boat in peace. When he turned his head, he saw Xiao Ning and Shen Guan bowing and bowing on the bank, holding a lifetime gift together.

Lao Zhou untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, smiled and waved his hands.

In autumn, the weather is getting cooler and there is a lot of wind and sand outside the pass.

One person and one horse, braving yellow sand and flying stones, walked slowly outside the pass.As night falls, the sky is a lonely full moon.

Zhou Yan exhaled the turbid air with sand, and habitually touched the wine gourd on his waist. His hand was very light, and it was already empty.He lifted off the broken bamboo hat on his head, and his messy long hair was unruly in the wind.There was a faint light in the distance, and he approached step by step, it turned out to be an inn, an ordinary hardwood signboard, but the inscription was good. The four big characters of "Ancient Road West Wind", with silver hooks and iron paintings, correspond to the wind and sand all over the city.

Zhou Yan tied the horse outside the door, remained a little wary, opened the door and went in, "Shopkeeper, stay in the store."

The door of the inn was opened wide, and the candle lamp on the counter shook violently a few times. The person who stood behind the stage with the abacus paused, and slowly raised his head.

The candle lights are dim, reflecting the eyebrows, the deserted plain white clothes, the deserted people.The opening is also cold and cold: "It's gone, it's full."

Zhou Yan leaned against the door, smiling so that the corners of his eyes turned red, and said regretfully, "I don't know how big the bed in the shopkeeper's room is, how many inches should I share?"

The shopkeeper's brows and eyes gradually melted, and he slowly stretched out his hand: "Pay the money."

Zhou Yan stepped forward and grasped his cool hand, suppressed his smile, and said in a warm voice: "Unfortunately, I ran out of money on the road, and paid for it with me, do you think so?"

Zhou Yan warmed Jiang Lingxin's cold hands a little bit, and he said after a long time, "I've been waiting for half a year, and I finally made me wait for you."

Zhou Yan slowly hugged him into his arms and sighed, "But I have been waiting for you for 32 years, ma'am."

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