He ...... What is he going to ask me about?"

Hearing Meng Fan ask her very seriously, Zhou Yutong moved a little nervously in the direction away from Meng Fan, for fear that Meng Fan would ask something inappropriate.

"Inquire about someone. Meng Fan raised his hand and gestured in front of Zhou Yutong, "I look a little similar to you, my name is similar, and I even have a surname......

As he spoke, Meng Fan stared at Zhou Yutong's expression.

I don't know if she was frightened by what happened just now, there was a hint of panic on her face, and she didn't see anything else.

Zhou Yutong knew that Meng Fan was looking at her, and turned her face to the side.

"The rain falls. Meng Fan said straight, "Her name is Zhou Yuluo, I don't know if Miss Zhou knows?"

"I don't know. Zhou Yutong answered cleanly.

"Okay!" Meng Fan retracted his gaze and leaned his back on the carriage, "Maybe I'm thinking too much, there are many people who look like each other in this world, and there are more names that look like them, but it's a pity that ......"

"What is a pity?" Zhou Yutong pursed her soft lips, "She is your confidante?"

"Unfortunately, she is missing, and her fate is unknown. Meng Fan's voice sank, "If Miss Zhou has a chance to meet her, please tell her that I'm looking for her." ”

Zhou Yutong did not speak.

The wheels of the carriage pressed against the hard ground, and the sound it made seemed to record the passage of time.

The coachman was still singing unknown mountain songs in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, rendering the current atmosphere a little strange.

Zhou Yutong wanted to urge the singing coachman to drive the carriage faster, but he was not his own coachman, so she had to sneak a glance at Meng Fan, and saw him leaning on the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, looking indifferent, she had no choice but to close her eyes, a little hand was a little cramped on her knee, and then she retracted it and pinched the corner of her clothes.

The little fairy who was respected by the Eighteen Mountains was a little unstable in front of Meng Fan.

The smell of the two people in the carriage is very good, but it can relieve the mind.

I don't know if the coachman's singing aroused Meng Fan's interest, and after a while, Zhou Yutong suddenly heard Meng Fan also singing softly and vaguely.

"I remember when I was a teenager. ”

"Everyone's sincere. ”

"Say a word, it's a ......"

Zhou Yutong, who had never been in the secular world, flattened his soft lips and muttered in his heart, what kind of song is this, weird and weird, like a vernacular...... However, she couldn't help but listen attentively, and she felt a little funny when he sang about the slow carriages and horses in the past.

"The old locks are beautiful, too. ”

"The keys are beautifully presented. ”

"If you lock it, people will understand......"

The song is very short, not quite like a song, after Zhou Yutong listened to it, she felt that she could sing it, that is, the last paragraph, which made her heart chuckle for a while, and a picture appeared in her mind.

The picture is vague, but also trance-like, not very real, like when she was a child, a man gave her a small diary, which should be something from the secular world, with a beautiful lock on it, the man patted her head and said: "Xiao Yutong, if you have anything to say in the future, write it on it......"

Little she nodded.

And in the picture, there is a little girl who also muttered to the man: "I want it too, I want it too, ......I want it too."

And there was only one locked diary.

And the little girl began to weep.

The picture changed again, the little diary was quickly written half a book, one day she took it out and wrote again, but found that the lock was opened, she felt that her secret was snooped on, so she found the little girl who also wanted the diary, and saw a little scared little face, which she opened......

She remembers crying that day.

The little girl also cried.

The images are not well recalled, and the recalled dialogues are not clear.

And the appearance of the lock in the diary is clearly remembered......

"The lock in the past is also good-looking, the key is exquisite, you lock it, people will understand......"

Zhou Yutong's heart suddenly hurt so much that he put the jade hand pinching the corner of his clothes to his heart, and pressed it hard, but it still hurt, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten......

Meng Fan stopped singing.

The carriage had arrived at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhou Yutong didn't know if the coachman drove the carriage fast, or if he didn't pay attention to the passage of time, and arrived much earlier than expected.

The guards at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion saw Meng Fan's luxurious carriage coming again, revealing a bitter look, this time without the coachman scolding them, they took the initiative to open the gate and let the carriage slowly drive in.

"Miss Zhou, give it back to you. Meng Fan sat up straight, waved his hand and took out the Yuxue sword, reversed the blade, and handed the hilt to Zhou Yutong, "Three appointments, don't forget." ”

Zhou Yutong nodded, took over the ice spirit sword that made him miss all night, and noticed that its spiritual power was weak, not as good as before, so he hurriedly communicated with it, hoping to nourish its spiritual power, but he clearly felt a trace of sadness in the sword body, it was the sadness of that kind of longing.

"Alright, that's it, I'll go back by myself. ”

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the green bamboo forest in the backyard of the city lord's mansion, Zhou Yutong got out of the carriage with his sword in his hand and refused Meng Fan's request to send him.

Meng Fan didn't insist, and stood behind with a smile on his face.

Zhou Yutong walked a few steps quickly, and then walked more and more slowly, as if he had something to say to him, but finally stopped and turned around hesitantly.

"Miss Zhou, is there something?" Meng Fan asked with a smile with one hand behind his back, elegant demeanor.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Zhou Yutong hugged the Ice Spirit Sword and bit his lip, "When you were in Baihuafang, you used the Ice Spirit Sword, and that also counts, and there are only two of the three appointments left." ”

"Ha!" Meng Fan smiled dumbly and shook his head helplessly.

"I ...... I'm leaving. Zhou Yutong opened his mouth, but his body didn't move.

"Okay, see you next time. Meng Fan raised his hand and waved.

"That, what song are you singing?" asked Zhou Yutong, who said to leave but didn't leave.

"I'll tell you when I return the sword for the third time. Meng Fan said with a smile.

"Bad guy!" After giving Meng Fan two words, Zhou Yutong shook his body and disappeared as if he was flying.

Meng Fan scratched his head and said to the old coachman, "Am I a bad person?"

The old coachman grinned and showed his jagged teeth blackened by tobacco leaves, and said with a smile: "The beauty is in her arms, but she is not messing up, it is simply bad." ”

Meng Fan raised his hand, his hand was fragrant, and he said to himself: "According to what my brother said, it is very difficult to be a bad person." ”

The two laughed and got into the carriage, galloping arrogantly all the way, and the rumbling sound of wheels resounded throughout the entire City Lord's Mansion.

Qiandeng Zhenren stood in Tingyulou and looked condescendingly at the carriage leaving, and said expressionlessly: "Come and go, they are all the same arrogance, it seems that the little deputy palace master has gained a lot from this trip!

Qiandeng pointed to the chessboard: "Sit down and talk slowly, some things have come true, and some things have accidents......"