Chu Yu didn't hear clearly: "Brother Yi, what did you say?"

Feng Yi looked at her and smiled slightly, and Xiu's eyes cleared Lingling: "Nothing."

Chu Yu touched his nose for some reason. For some reason, he always felt that Feng Yi's look at her was a little weird, which made her a little...skinned.

She didn't think much about it, so she turned around and led the Huo sisters to put all the things into the car.

"Okay, tonight, let's buy meat and go back to eat the pot. In autumn, sheep are fat, and the sliced ​​pork is the best!" Chu Yu looked at a cart of raw silk and climbed onto the carriage with a horse whip with a smile.

"Okay, after eating the pot, you have to eat snacks... sour... what cherries!" Huo Erniang agreed with both hands. The pot made by Chu Yu tasted great, and the snacks behind the pot were refreshing and edible!

"Soat milk-stained cherries!" Chu Yu said authentically with big eyes.

Feng Yi sat beside her, looked at her little face, smiled slightly, and his eyes were filled with pampering that he had never noticed.

"Yes, that's it. Speaking of which, I still liked eating very much at the beginning." Huo Sanniang looked at Feng Yi and suddenly said lazily.

This guy has been by Xiaoyu's side, but he has not made a clear statement. He has used all his skills to drive Xiaoyu'er's peach blossoms away in secret over the years, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.

This made Huo Sanniang a little unhappy.

Chu Yu paused when he heard the name, and the smile on his face slowly faded. The setting sun drew a light golden color on her tender cheeks, and there was a similar melancholy and melancholy atmosphere.

"Ah, yes... At the beginning, I tried to make it to make it happy. He... liked it very much."

Chu Yu suddenly spoke gently.

For some reason, at some moments, what she thought she had forgotten suddenly became so clear.

I clearly remembered the 'teenager's eyes that were as beautiful as if he could hold the stars in the sky, the thin and graceful lips and the words that made her never leave, and the posture when he was asleep at night, he hugged his waist tightly and buried his face in her waist and abdomen, which was extremely dependent and insecure.

I remembered the nice cold fragrance on him, and every time she came back from the wind and smoke, she saw him waiting at the door. From sunrise to sunset, the setting sun pulled his figure into a graceful and timeless shadow.

It has been falling into her life.

Every time she thought she had forgotten that memory, she would inadvertently find his silhouette in her life.

Even, she would think of the dark eyes as dark as the night sea when he recovered his mind and the unpredictable golden light that swayed inside. She had a deep desire to speak, but couldn't understand it.

On that moonlit night, she hugged the boy stained with blood and made a vow - "Never separate."

But now, you and I are far away.

...

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly becoming so cold, Huo Erniang glared at Huo Sanniang without being angrily, and then wanted to say something, but Feng Yi suddenly raised his eyes and shook his head slightly at her.

Huo Erniang didn't say anything else and continued to drive the car.

Feng Yi sat quietly beside Chu Yu, looking at the loneliness between her eyebrows, raised his hand and slowly held her hand, and said lightly: "Everything is gone, Xiaoyu, everything is gone."

Chu Yu was silent, then pulled the corner of his lips and slowly pulled back his hand: "Well, everything is over."

Feng Yi did not hold her hand anymore, but just smiled slightly, and then talked about other topics.

The Huo sisters laughed and made a fuss, and the atmosphere gradually became lively again.

Chu Yu sat quietly, holding his cheek, tilted his face and smiling at their lively fun.

The carriage drips and goes through a beautiful lake. The clouds in the sky are reflected on the lake. The fisherman sings at night, the fishing boats pass by, the tired birds return to their nests, and the air is filled with moist fragrance of plants and trees.

She suddenly hummed a little song slowly—

“When I walked across the mountain, the mountain didn’t speak.

When I passed by the sea, the sea didn't speak.

The little donkey drips and the sword of the Heavenly Sword accompanied me to the end of the world.

Everyone said that I became a monk on Mount Emei because I loved Yang Guo.

Actually, I just fell in love with the clouds and clouds on Mount Emei.

It looks like the fireworks when I was sixteen."

...

"What kind of song is this? But what allusions are there?" Huo Sanniang was very curious.

Chu Yu smiled, with a distant smile: "Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a good orchid heart. She fell in love with the hero called Yang Guo and became friends forgot about her age. However, the hero had already had a heart. The little girl had never expressed her admiration to the hero, but she was willing to accompany the hero to die and find his lost companion. When the hero found his relatives and returned to the forest, she also rode her donkey and smiled around the world. Finally, one day she realized the enlightenment of the monk and practiced Taoism on Mount Emei, and became a master of a master..."

"After seeing that person is missing for life... I don't know what to say about this story." When Huo Sanniang heard this, she did not say that she wanted to sleep with this and that, but she looked a melancholy on her face.

"If you are born at the right time, you will not be destined to be in love, and you will not be able to get along with each other. Why not lose your life?" Feng Yi smiled casually, looked at Chu Yu deeply, took the whip in her hand and gently raised it.

"Yes, all... forget each other... the world is because of not enough fate." Chu Yu held his cheek, looked deep in the sunset, smiled slowly, took the handful of dandelions handed to him by Huo Sanniang, and blew it gently.

In the silent place, tears flashed slightly at the corner of her eyes.

Who is for whom, misses his life...the past fate ends?

"Bang!" The carriage walked into the shadow of the mountain in the distance.

...

Under the sunset, the lake water is sparkling and the wind is lingering. Those small dandelion umbrellas are blown towards their way of coming.

...

Under a big tree there, there was an exquisite sandalwood carriage.

The wind blew the thin umbrellas gently flying up and fell into the tent of the carriage.

A pale and graceful hand gently raised, allowing a small dandelion umbrella to fall on his palm.

A cold voice sounded softly, and he told the story that Chu Yu had not finished in the carriage just now: "The strange woman who has become a master of the generation has made great enlightenment, but she is the first big disciple and the next head of Emei, named Master Fengling, just because... cough cough... That year, the little girl and the hero first met at Fengling Du and Fengling Dune. When they saw Yang Guo for a lifetime... they were old and beautiful, and they were in a flash of beauty."

A plain green shadow was quietly guarding the carriage with a sword in his hand. He listened to the cool and soft voice in the carriage and told the story softly, but his peach blossom eyes slowly felt pain.

"Lord..." He suddenly spoke, "Do you want to come out and see the sunset?"

And the carriage that takes the people in your heart away.

Qin Sheng said "um" lightly.

Jin Yao bent down and entered the carriage, raised his hand and carefully embraced the thin figure sitting quietly inside, then picked him up horizontally, and took him out of a large chair that had been prepared outside the car.

The slender body in his arms once blocked the cold wind of the Eternal Tundra in the North of Mo, and was the Major General of the War Ghost who was frightened by the iron hooves of the Monkey King; he also split the waves with a sword and was the king of the seaway that pirates surrender, but at this moment, Jin Yao's arms trembled.

Jin Yao half-squatted in front of him, looking at his pale and delicate handsome face, but saw his eyes slowly and calmly. He lowered his eyes that were beginning to turn red, gently shook the blanket, and covered Qin Sheng's legs.

Lingnan has clear October weather, and the autumn is clear, and the master who is roaming the world now has to cover it with a thick blanket so that he will not feel the chill.

"Is the one she said just now? Is it the one she said?" Jin Yao took a deep breath and spoke to Qin Sheng.

At this moment, he only wishes him a happy mood.

And the only topic that can make him happy is probably that person...

Qin Sheng's eyes were faint and deep in the amber pupils, like the night and the deep sea. Even if he was in a state of mind, he was still just for his pale face, and added a lot of light and insignificant breath that was not as good as the world. His skin was white and transparent, and he could see the delicate blue blood vessels. In the sunset, he seemed to be glowing.

His long black hair no longer tied up on the top of his head, but scattered down like flowing water.

The wind blew, and there were fine hairs on his cheeks gently waving, and his wide sleeves were raising lightly, as if he was about to ascend to immortality at any time, dissipating into wind and smoke.

Lian Jinyao's voice was unconsciously lowered, for fear that the sound was too high and would be shocked to dissipate the ethereal fairy spirit.

Qin Sheng smiled faintly, with a kind of vain tenderness: "Yes, back then... it seems that someone told me this story."

...

Who is it?

In my ears, I gently told the stories, and I was so busy that I could sleep at night. The warmth and fragrance of my arms were like the fragrance of the sunset, spreading little by little.

"Don't you remember who it is?" Jin Yao was stunned.

Qin Sheng looked at the dandelion umbrella in his hand, his eyes were as beautiful as water, and he said calmly: "Well, I don't remember."

...

For a moment, there was silence and speechlessness, only the evening light shining.

...

He paused, and suddenly remembered something again, and explained to Jin Yao lightly: "Isegong... No, Gong Shaochen is dead, Tokugawa's ability is absolutely impossible to get ashore. Your Majesty... cough cough... don't worry, since the Japanese fleet has been destroyed, our secret stake in Japan will be started, killing the emperor, and using Gong Shaochen's identity as a prince will surely cause a bloody storm in Japan to fight for the throne, and to treat him with his own way. All those who know the information will be destroyed, only Gong Shaoshi..."

He paused, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "He died for Gong Shaochen and for Gong Shaochen. Now his purpose of living is just to avenge Gong Shaochen... But... if I am gone, he has nothing to fear. Those treasures that should not appear in the world have also exploded into the bottom of the sea, and no one can do anything arbitrarily anymore."

When Jin Yao heard this, his heart tightened, and gritted his teeth and said tremblingly: "Yes."

The person you love deeply is gone, and if the blood hatred is gone, according to Gong Shaosi's temperament, he will definitely commit suicide and accompany Gong Shaochen.

...

"Master, what do you want to drink?" Jin Yao's heart was hanging tightly. For some reason, he felt that Qin Sheng was talking more and more fluently at this moment, and Yourou's voice was no longer weak, but it seemed that he had recovered his spirits, but it made him feel uncomfortable, so he asked carefully.

"Well, are there cherries stained with sour milk?" Qin Sheng closed his eyes and rested for a while, as if he was a little tired. He raised his hand to support his forehead and asked leisurely.

Jin Yao was stunned. Master, since the day he returned to normal, he had never touched those dairy items ten years ago, and they were all accompanied by tea.

"Ha... forget it." Qin Sheng smiled softly, closed his delicate eyes a little tired again, and did not persist anymore.

But Jin Yao felt like a thorn in his throat and could not speak.
To be continued...