(Thank you for the reward from 39 and Xiao Qi, and Xiao Wing bowing.) This chapter is a transition, a succession. ）

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Coming is like flowing water, passing away like the wind, I don't know where it came from, where it ends.

That night, Gong Yiyun walked out of the rain curtain pavilion with Gong Yuyu in his arms, stood in the rain, looked up at the vast dark night, and was silent for a while.

Xiao Yahuan smiled softly and pulled them and said, "I'll take the owner of the village to the underground palace where Young Master Yu lived before...... It's quiet and peaceful, and it's what Young Master Yu likes......"

Gong Yiyun looked down at the person in his arms, his sad expression spread out as soft as water, and he nodded lightly: "Okay." "The eyes are empty and confused, just like in those years, the little boy who was simple and cowardly, in the years he was lost, he never grew up.

The public lost race and followed him with fear.

The man in black followed the man in purple with blood behind Xiao Yahuan and walked into the underground of the Yunhai Pavilion where he lived. Such a dark and narrow room, it turned out that he walked into the secret passage where he was hiding away from him.

Stepping on the cold, hard, damp and moss-covered stone steps, I don't understand how his sick and thin body can endure such a cold, damp and cold underground.

He took care of this person who didn't want him to feel a little uncomfortable, and for half a year, he had been under the ground of Yunhai Pavilion, a place that he couldn't imagine close by?

The sound of the machine sounded, the heavy stone door rose, and he looked up, and the wide underground palace was surrounded by candles and the light of the night pearl, as bright as day.

And Gong Yiyun opened his eyes and was stunned in front of the stone gate.

Xiao Yahuan had tears in her eyes, and pushed him with a smile: "The owner of the village goes in...... Let's go in and have a look. ”

The wind flowing underground swept from the depths of the underground palace to the stone gate, and the candle flame danced gently.

Gong Yiyun slowly stepped into the stone door, his hands tightly hugged the man in his arms, his heart was suffocated as if he was being bound, and it hurt like that.

……

Do you know what kind of feelings your eldest brother has for you when he loses rain?

……

Gong Yiyun looked at the poetry and painting puppets in the room and place, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were in a trance.

Gong Yi stood in front of the stone gate with wide eyes and shocked, pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

In the underground palace of Youda, everywhere you see are poems, paintings, and carved puppets written by Gong Yuyu......

or hanging, or laying, or piling.

It's all the same person.

Different looks, different mannerisms, different clothes.

There is that man who is taming horses, there is that man who is drawing horses, and there is that man who is practicing martial arts...... or distracted, or weeping, or laughing......

The walls, the floor, the columns, and the corners of the tables were all over the room.

It's all him—the public loses the clouds.

……

She made the man willing to live for you and die for you, rejoicing in you and grieving because of you...... People who might have been competing with each other will become bound to do everything they have to be good to you, will not fight with you for a penny, and will never want to harm you. Every day, except for waiting for you stupidly, hoping for you and thinking about you, I have no power to think about and do more.

Depression, but to force the heart, pain, but have to be tenacious, can not be humane, can not reveal half of the point, deep feelings, full of gentleness......

……

Gong Yiyun couldn't help himself and knelt down in the Danqing wood carving in that place, his eyes were silent.

Xiaoyun ......

Mixed with the sound of the wind, it seemed that his soft call could be heard.

Low and soft, full of distress.

Gong Yiyun put one hand in his arms, and trembled with the other hand to pick up a cold piece of drawing paper on the ground.

The painting depicts a man who is graceful and gentle. Carefully guided the young man in front of the case to trace a line of small characters one by one:

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

……

For so many years, he only felt that his eyes were looking at him deeper and deeper, like a bottomless black hole, as if it could suck people in, and never came out again.

Only today did I understand that the water and ripples flowing in his eyes were such deep and bone-eating tenderness, hiding countless feelings, sealing himself and trapping him.

Suppressed to prevent himself from crying, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped down Gong Yu's cold and white face, burning and heartburning.

I don't understand, he is so distressed about the person who wants him to be good, all he asks for is himself, why can't he give it to him?

Clearly say it...... But whatever he wants, will he give it himself?

What's more, how much he wants to be with him......

"Yun'er. "There was a shadow in front of the stone gate, covering them and this underground palace.

Gong Yijing took a step back to the side, a little surprised, and his voice was still respectful: "Madam." ”

Xiao Yahuan looked back, her eyes were empty, undisguised resentment and indifference.

The woman took a few steps inside with a complicated expression: "Yun'er, why did you come here, come up with me." ”

"Mother......" Gong Yiyun half-knelt on the ground, and his voice was hoarse. "You...... What have they done to him?"

The woman's expression did not change, she pursed her lips and said, "It's the master's meaning, keep him here......"

"Lover's Gu. Gong Yun interrupted her.

"I am your mother, and I will not do anything harmful to you. ”

Gong Yiyun gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes...... That's why I can't believe it...... I carefully protect and love the person who is reluctant to let him suffer a little grievance, in your eyes, it is nothing......"

"Mother, it's all for you...... You have been weak since you were a child, you don't understand anything, you don't know anything to fight...... If my mother doesn't help you, how can you fight the public and lose the rain?"

The crying was suppressed, and the person in Gongyun's arms hugged him tightly and laughed: "How can you fight? How can you fight? Do you know all the Yiqiē, no matter what he wants, I am willing to give him-"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Gong Yi suddenly said coldly: "Where did you put the reputation of the public loser when you said such a thing?

Gongyun was silent for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, he reached out and stroked the cold cheek of the man in his arms, and said slowly: "At first, I didn't know what I thought about him, I just wanted to take care of him...... Take good care of the Sword Sacrifice Villa, in this place where he is also there...... Look at him and stay with him...... Give him everything he likes, what he is used to, what he is not picky about, and let him live comfortably without any discomfort as much as possible...... I never wanted him to know anything, and I didn't want anything from him...... Just...... I just want to be nice to him......" Gong Yiyun raised his head and said softly: "The reputation of the public loser, am I right or wrong...... What does it matter? As long as he's okay, I'll keep looking at him, taking care of him, standing behind him. I don't think anyone will know my mind for the rest of my life, and I think it's okay for my life to pass like this. ”

"But I'm naïve after all......"

"He's dead. Mrs. Gong's face was cold, and she wrinkled her eyebrows and said, "You should be sober." Mother doesn't understand, what's so good about him, and he's still a man, your half-father's brother. ”

Gongyiyun looked at Gongyiyu with soft eyes, and said word by word: "I don't understand either...... What's wrong with him...... Can you be so cruel to him?" Slowly clenching his five fingers, Gong Yiyun looked back at the woman standing in front of the stone door, and suddenly said softly: "Should you sue me, what else have you done to him?"

Mrs. Gong's face changed slightly, and she stood upright, silent.

"There are traces of the blue snake in front of Lang Lang's coffin...... You're right away...... The wound on his neck was his father's Ming Iron Sword, but the palm on his chest was ...... The palm power is not as good as that of my father, with a cold atmosphere. "Gong Yiyun just looked at her," I just asked...... When you start...... Have you ever wondered how much I wish he was well?"

"You!" The little girl who had been standing on the side of Gongyiyun suddenly cried and rushed to Mrs. Gongyi: "You killed Young Master Yu! You killed Young Master Yu!!" raised her palm and hit the woman at the door.

The woman stood still, only waiting for the little girl ring to approach with a slight turn of her right arm.

"Madam!" Gong Yi Jing suddenly called, stepped forward to stop the little girl ring who rushed over, and dragged him hard behind him, knocking him unconscious. "Madam, be merciful, don't ...... again"

"Mother. Gong Yiyun no longer looked at her, turned his head and gently pressed his forehead against the forehead of the person in his arms: "This is the last time I call you like this...... You are the biological mother of Gong Yiyun, and I will not make a move on you. Smiling, he continued, "But I can't forgive you either." ”

Mrs. Gongyi's heart tightened, and she suddenly shouted: "What I do is for you!"

"I know. Full of bitterness, he trembled and said, "For this reason, you do not hesitate to kill the person I love." ”

"You...... How could I, Lan Duoya, give birth to such an incomprehensible, incompetent and cowardly son as you?!"

"There won't be any more ......" Gong Yiyun didn't raise his head, "You won't have an incompetent son like me anymore......"

After saying that, a jade pendant on his waist was thrown on the stone gate, which was the ancient jade of southern Xinjiang given by his mother on his tenth birthday.

The crystal clear and delicate jade struck the cold and hard stone bracket and immediately shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

"Yun'er!"

In the crisp sound of the jade smashing, the heavy stone door smashed down from top to bottom, and the face of the public loser and the lady outside the door changed, and she was suddenly frightened.

"Little Master!!"

……

"Brother, what do you want most?"

"I want you to live carefree more than anything else. ”

……

"Why do you suddenly want to change, who influenced you?"

"Because of my brother's teaching, because of ...... You. ”

……

Miao Nu: "Will you stay for me?"

Gong Yiyun smiled faintly: "I can't, I am the master of a village, and I must go back." ”

Miao Nu: "Do you already have a beloved woman?"

Gong Yiyun: "I only have one elder brother, who has been sick since he was a child, so I need to go back, take care of the villa, and take care of him." ”

……

In the dust raised and the scattered powder of broken jade, Gong Yiyun could be seen leaning down and gently kissing the person in his arms. The corners of his mouth were a little bloody.

But I couldn't take care of you after all.

The one I love in my heart......

……

The feelings are tormented, the wind and rain are scattered, and the tears are mottled.

Danqing's picture scroll is not full of purple clothes, and he only stumbles.

For you, half a life is ridiculous, and the madness is hard to wake up. It's him, and it's him.

A lifetime of heart to pay, from then on the heart of the suffering.

Cry, tired, hurt.

It's fate, it's sin, it's infatuation.

A wooden carving was hit by the splashed broken jade, catapulted out of the corner, and hit the feet of the princess, and with a "bang-" sound, the stone door fell to the ground and closed again.

The brackets outside the door also shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Mrs. Gong staggered back with a white face, her eyes full of shock.

The wood carving at his feet, an old tree with lush branches and green grass under the tree, a black horse gently flicked its tail, looking sideways at the person lying in the grass.

Two men with abrupt figures lying opposite each other, lying on their sides under the tree, looking at each other, smiling and feasting, one hand lightly pillowing under the arm, the other hand clasped together, ten fingers interlocked.

Gong Yijing slowly picked up the wood carving, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Under the old tree, the man on the right has gentle eyebrows and eyes, smiles but does not speak, his hair is messy, and he is graceful.

The man on the left has a slight solemn eye, a slight frown between his eyebrows, a handsome facial features, and thin lips pursed.

……

Even if they are in love, they will lie down to death.

**Falling, the wind is quiet.

It's silent.

……

At the end of October in early winter, it rained and the sky was cloudy.

The people of Guangling County walked past the main gate of the public loser's house, and saw that the white flags that had just been removed were hung up again.

On the same day, the bones of the old owner of the old village were also found in the woods in the suburbs; the young owner of the village was missing, and the door was scattered, and there were many mournings.

"That's a ...... Misfortune is incomparable, and blessing is not a single line. The man in purple looked at the door of the public loser and sighed.

Ye Luye twisted his eyebrows, and scolded coldly: "It's a blessing, and a disaster is not a one-way street." If you don't know, shut your mouth, don't lose your master's face. "Immediately move forward.

The purple-clothed girl stuck out her tongue at her, and muttered, "Master won't dislike Ah Zi and be ashamed! Hum. “