In the courtyard of the poison castle, it is already outside the hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man in the moire in ink pushed the woman in the chair into the shade of the tree.

At the beginning of July, the new autumn begins, although the summer is here, the autumn is approaching.

Mo Ran looked up and saw two half-yellow sycamore leaves slowly falling.

"Most of the injured in the Poison Castle Guest House are no longer in serious trouble, although a few people are still unconscious, but they are only weak and lose too much blood, and they will wake up after a few days of recuperation. Stretching out his hand to brush away the leaves on the woman's shoulder, the light and shadow were slightly chaotic, flowing from the fingers of the man in ink.

"Although the family of the sect who was not injured has returned from the fort, they have also hired a nearby peasant maid to take care of the rest of the people. Mo Ran stood behind the woman in the chair and said warmly: "Senior sister only needs to ask Su Wan and Yun Xiao to take care of one or two from time to time to confirm the injury...... If you are resting in the small building, you don't have to get tired. ”

The woman sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair, feeling the breeze falling from the leaves, and raised her head gently. "Senior brother wants to leave?"

Mo Ran took out a roll of light and warm bamboo slips and handed it to the woman in white. "Yesterday, I went back and forth to the courtyard for a long time, and I only had time to carve a small poem for my junior sister. ”

The person in the chair took it with his palm, and his fingertips gently stroked the curl. "Senior brother and I detoxified everyone yesterday, and still went back and forth to the hospital to take care of the injured, presumably without staying overnight...... But he still doesn't forget to engrave a simple bequest ......"

Suddenly raised his eyes, and sighed. "It's bothering my brother again......"

"You and I have seen it over the years, but there are only a few ......" Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at the sideburns of the green silk wrapped in snow on the side of the woman's ears, and his voice was low and soft. "Therefore, if you do parting, I will give it away. ”

In the breeze, the man in ink reached out and stroked the woman's head, "It's just because there is nothing else for senior brother except Jianshu...... It's time to give it to my sister. With a word, he raised his hand and left. "Senior brother returned. ”

The fingertips are far away, and the sleeves of the shirt are turned to leave.

It's just that the next moment, the person in the chair suddenly called out.

"Senior brother. ”

Under the shade of the trees, dappled light and shadow fell on the two of them, and the shadows of the branches were swaying.

"Although I have seen very little over the years, my senior brother has given me both a brother and a father, Duanmu does not dare to ......forget it" The woman in the chair looked at the nothingness in front of her, her lips opened and closed for a long time, and continued: "...... It's just that Duanmu has never heard Master and Senior Brother mention it, and he has never understood it...... If we meet again in the future, I wonder if the senior brother can tell each other?"

The wind blows the leaves, and the long clothes are blowing.

Mo Ran stood under the tree, stunned...... There was a long silence.

Long. "Good. ”

A very gentle smile was raised on his face, but the expression in his eyes was silent, and the melancholy and compassion that had passed through the years suddenly floated in the eyes of the man in ink and could not be dispersed.

He replied, bowed his head in silence and said no more.

After standing in place for a long time, Fang turned his back to the woman, and followed from behind the chair, Ye Luye, Yun Xiao, Lan Suwan, Ah Zi, and Yu Yunzhi walked by the side, nodded slightly, and turned away.

Dressed in ink clothes and painted with large cloud patterns, he walked slowly towards the outside of the poison castle alone in the floating and drooping.

When she walked away, the woman in white under the shade of the tree gently spread out the carved bamboo scroll in her hand, and her fingertips slowly stroked it, and her eyes suddenly died:

The feathers of the mayflies, the clothes are beautiful. The worries of my heart are where I return.

The wings of the mayfly, picking clothes. The sorrows of my heart are at my mercy.

Mayflies dig and read, and the linen clothes are like snow. The sorrow of my heart is for me.

The touch of the fingertips is warm and greasy, and every stroke is clear, which is the perseverance and clarity that has not changed over the years.

Duanmu's heart suddenly ached.

……

"Master!" It was almost noon, and Ah Zi came forward to grab the wooden wheelchair behind the woman and said, "Uncle Master is leaving again?"

Duanmu was silent for a long time, closed the bamboo scroll in his hand, and nodded slightly.

"Oh~" Ah Zi replied and tilted his head indifferently.

The woman's eyes in the chair were closed for a long time, and she was complex and positive. The five fingers clenched for a long time, and he looked up at the emptiness in front of him.

"Ah Zi. ”

Ah Zi came and responded with a smile: "Ah Zi is here~!"

Duanmu was still looking straight ahead.

His voice turned low, and he called again. "Ah Zi. ”

The person in purple was slightly stunned, his expression was suddenly stunned, and he muttered again: "Ah Zi is here." ”

The leaves fall white, and the wind rises;

Snow sleeves and green silk, whisked.

The person in the chair said to her softly and quietly, "Can you ...... What else do you want?"

Ah Zi fought all over his body, and he was in a trance.

The green silk and snow hair in the ears of the man in white swayed in the wind......

After a long time, the person on the side of the chair woke up, then squinted and smiled again, grinning and saying: "Yes! There are a lot~! Ah Zi wants to see the Giant Buddha in Leshan! I want to drink Lin'an's five-flavor porridge, I want to eat the cloud cake in the palace again! I also want to go to the desert to catch poisonous scorpions and play!"

Duanmu couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her hair. "Master...... Wanted you to go ...... too."

A few people behind the chair had confusion in their eyes, and they all walked to the side of the wooden chair one after another. Ye Luye frowned.

Ah Zi squinted and lay on the woman's knee, and the man in white stroked his hair over and over again, and his voice suddenly became soft. When she was a child, Ah Niang also gently stroked Ah Zi's head like this...... Sitting under the tree on a summer night, talking to Ah Zi and singing a little song to Ah Zi...... I thought I didn't remember it anymore, but I haven't been able to ......."

Yu Yunzhi's eyes were wet, and she looked at the thin person on the side of the wooden wheelchair in a daze. Yun Xiao's expression was solemn.

Lan Suwan seemed to be distracted, intentionally or unintentionally, only looking at the man in Tsing Yi beside her.

"Master~" Ah Zi suddenly raised his head and said to Duanmu: "There is an autumn festival here in Shu at the beginning of July, and it is the day of the beginning of autumn~ It is a festival of the Miao people...... There are so many people, so many new things!

“…… Does Zi want to go?"

The man in purple held Duanmu and nodded heavily: "Hmm~!

The man in white lowered his eyes warmly, quietly looking in her direction. After a long time, he reached out and stroked the hair of the purple-clothed man again with his other hand. "Tomorrow is the beginning of autumn, can Master accompany you?"

Ah Zi immediately grinned and raised his voice. Wanton and cheerful. "Okay~!"

Everyone on the side of the chair glanced at each other, all of them were condensed, and they stopped talking.

Yu Yunzhi took two steps forward and held Ah Zi's hand, bowing his head in silence.

……

After the first day of the seventh month, the ninth year of Emperor Wu, the beginning of autumn.

The people in the rivers and lakes in the Yu family's poison castle had already left Tai and half, and Mei Shuying led the people of the Giant Gate Hall of the Shocking Cloud Pavilion to carry out the coffin of stones, trees and grass, accompanied both sides with ice cubes, and left in the middle of the night.

The people in Tsing Yi watched the people in white and red plums leave with the coffins of Yingli and Jiuli, and they were independent for a long time under the starlight on a summer night.

"Brother May. The group was far away from the fort, and Yun Xiao suddenly called the man. "It's not that my master doesn't believe in you. ”

Mei Shuying turned her back to him, sneered softly, and went back.

"Recently, I have a lot of uneasiness in my heart...... Yun Xiao looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Why don't you meet my master and say goodbye." ”

The white clothes were wandering in the night breeze, Mei Shuying was one step away, and said coldly: "If you don't see it, it's best not to see it......"

The jade fan between his fingers rotated, and Mei Shuying didn't reply: "Duanmu Immortal, I didn't want to see this person often." Since she told me to let go of the affairs of the rivers and lakes, I don't want to do more. The gaze was cold, cold but deep in sympathy.

"Seeing it is like a dream, a dream is sinking, and I have been in a trance for more than ten years...... It's really time for me to wake up. Mei Shuying muttered and laughed at herself. turned to a cold voice: "If you don't wake up again, my son doesn't have to go forward in this life!"

Yun Xiao was stunned when he heard it. "Brother May...... Mei Shuying. ”

The man in white and red plum flicked the tassel of the jade fan in his hand, I don't know if he could hear it, and he turned his back to Yun Xiao and didn't say anything. Stride away.

The people in Tsing Yi stood with their swords, looking far away, and the ink hair in Tsing Yi stopped in the wind, sending each other without words, and his eyes were clear.

……

Morning Come. After the hour, Ye Luye brought breakfast and walked into the small building, and a wooden wheelchair was empty in the room, but the person in white was not there.

"Master?!" Ye Luye's complexion changed sharply.