"Why are there so many nicknames!" His name is Chang ......" Xin Yi just wanted to explain, and the conversation was picked up.

"We know, as if our real name is some light. But no one remembers, and they don't have to remember. The elder laughed a few times indifferently, "There is such a post station within a radius of 100 miles, people come and go, and the face is the fate of one night, who cares who is who." Our government is assigned by the government to manage the post station, but the poor mountains and bad waters, too remote, at most lack of money and madness, after a year or two, they leave, and no one stays long. ”

"Exactly! I'm also on my last day of work, and Ming'er will be transferred, it's too biased!" the young one laughed too, "But every official said that it was strange to see this black-clothed swordsman as if he couldn't get out." But it doesn't matter, for our officials, we have only known him for a year or two in this life, and after we go out, we will never see him again, so naturally there is no need to remember the name!"

Xin Yi sighed in his heart. Sadness rushes up from the heart of the foot.

His name was chosen by the world to "not remember"?

The two officials chatted happily and said to themselves: "But this stunned young man is good-hearted." The terrain of this valley is precipitous, and there are always hunters who want to hunt strange beasts who do not want to hunt their lives, and they fall down. Stunned Qing would help them heal every time he picked it up, but I heard that whenever those hunters were injured, they desperately wanted to get out of the valley, and they didn't want to stay longer for half a day. Mention him like Hades!"

"Not really. The mute is too eccentric. Kill people at every turn!" the young man covered his mouth in a bluff, "I saw with my own eyes that the shopkeeper of the post station once coveted his knife and bought it at a high price, and he said two words and did not sell it." The shopkeeper only entangled a few words, and the dumb man didn't have a third word, so he cut down the shopkeeper directly!

After speaking, the two servants looked at Xin Yi with some pity: "Girl, I advise you, although the dumb man (stunned Qingqing) has the best medical skills, he is by no means a Bodhisattva, but the king of Yama!

“…… Thank you for reminding ......" Xin Yi nodded and said a few more greetings, then rocked the four-wheeled cart into the wing.

The wing room is simple, but barely for one night, still makes.

Xin Yi came to the window, and the dark night sky suddenly erupted with bright fireworks, which seemed to be a town hundreds of miles away, and the peony streamer reflected the night sky.

"What day is it today?" Xin Yi was puzzled, probed out, and asked the two servants who were also watching the flowers in the yard.

"Yo, it's a girl. Don't you know? It's the White Bird Feather Coat who has set off to offer it!" The two officials raised their heads and began to chatter again, "A while ago, it was as if the officials and the old men were all rushing, going into the mountains to search for a hundred bird feathers to make clothes, and offering a good future to the princess of Chuyue!

The young man smacked his tongue: "The officials and old men are so skillful! This color is accurate! The regent Yue Wang is unparalleled, and he can please the people next to him in the future, but he will reach the sky in one step!"

The older one also scratched his face, with a sense of disdain: "Look at this flower, it's so big, I'm afraid that others won't know, and his family is about to ascend to heaven!"

The two officials were still chattering, but Xin Yi felt a heart sink suddenly.

With a bang, it sank to the bottom, and the pain made her eyes black.

On that day, when I met the red-shirted woman and her party, I heard that the official family was scrambling to offer a bird feather coat to the Wei girl, hugging the big tree of the regent Yue Wang, and seeking a good future for his family.

Now look at the vast fireworks that spread hundreds of miles away, it is confirmed from the side that this matter is true.

In other words, the matter of Princess Chuyue is true.

Although there was no clear decree from above, Xin Yi did not doubt that he knew about it. There is no cave and no wind, he must have some acquiescence or connivance, otherwise he would not have offered the white bird feather coat and made such a huge noise.

Finally, he is going to get married.

A month after she was "dead", there were other women around him.

Looking at the liveliness of this fireworks all over the world, I don't know if he will have the slightest memory of the woman who once called Qingqing.

What is Jingzhao Wei's daughter, it is estimated that it is also to win over the power and strengthen his wings, he really can only play a chess game in his heart, and the other old times have long been buried under the Yellow Spring.

The evil of the world declines, and everything turns with the candle. The husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is as beautiful as jade.

When the dusk is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone. But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying.

……

"Li, Jing, Xiao. ”

Xin Yi paused word by word, burst out of the cold three words, and a sweet smell rushed to his throat.

When her vision fell into darkness, the last thing she saw was Chang Sueguang rushing in.

"Soup cakes!"

He called her.

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was already early in the morning, and the sun from the mountains was shining on the quilts, and the birds were singing.

Xin Yi struggled to get up, and the wounds on his body seemed to have cracked open again, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't take a breath.

Finally rocking the four-wheeled car, simply changing clothes and freshening up, she wanted to go to the next room to find Chang Rongguang, but found no one.

It's quiet in the inn. Those who were in a hurry got up early and left before dawn, and the surroundings were empty, completely different from yesterday's lively scene.

Xin Yi waited for a while, but she really didn't see Chang Guang, she could have left a note and rocked the car back by herself, but she insisted on waiting for him to go home together.

I don't know what he did. It is even possible to leave it behind and go.

But she chose to believe him, definitely, to wait for him.

Xin Yi took the car to the gate of the post station, sat alone, and began a long and uncertain wait.

She began to think about what the two officials had said yesterday.

No one remembered Chang Beiguang's name.

The post station comes and goes, all the names are a gust of wind, and tomorrow it will be dispersed when it blows today, and the fate is only one night.

It is not necessary for anyone to remember others. They are all passers-by, and there will be no fetters in this world.

And that Xuanyi swordsman, since he was six years old, has lived alone in the valley, and the only post station he has traveled to and from is a passerby, and he doesn't even need to remember his name, and even the lost hunter who occasionally rescued him is also afraid of his strange temperament, and desperately wants to escape as soon as possible.

So, what is the world reflected in his eyes?

You come and go, three thousand prosperous, but there is nothing, can be for him to stay.

Even if it's the name.

It's not "can't remember", but "unnecessary".

……

Oh, there is no one who stays for him.

……

It's a pity for himself, he tried his best in the first half of his life, wanting to stay in that one of his lives, but he was easily abandoned after he reached the peak closest to the peak.

Countless joys and sorrows and deep feelings have become a shallow smile when he recalls Wang Tu's hegemony many years later.

Really, really, pathetic.

But now, at least there is a person in front of him, and he can become a "resident" for him.

At least, remember his name.

……

Xin Yi had a lot of thoughts, his face changed several times, and the pain, self-deprecation and desolation crossed the bottom of his eyes in turn, and finally froze on calm.

At that moment, she seemed to feel the tranquility she had not seen for a long time, and the sharp pain of her heart last night was also relieved a little.

And he, there is no one left of him.