Li Yuanhao glanced back at Kong Feili and sneered: "What you said is high-sounding and full of justice, but it can't cover up your Kong Feili's cowardice, without weaving and dyeing, your Kong Feili is just mud that can't support the wall." If you don't bring weaving and dyeing, you are afraid that you will be soft-hearted in the future, indulge in ordinary life, and your thoughts of revenge will not be firm. ”

Weaving and dyeing is a bright sunshine, which can illuminate the darkest place in Kong Feili's heart, and weaving and dyeing is a harbor, which can provide Kong Feili with the warmth of sheltering from the storm, but it is also a burden and responsibility, and Kong Feili can't get through.

"Kong Feili, in the face of the enemy of destroying the door, I am not qualified to accuse you, I initially knew your identity, I did not put you as a chess piece on the chessboard of the world, not that I didn't want to, but I was pitiful and dyed. I could write a letter to introduce you to Sobilon. Li Yuanhao walked to the desk and wrote a letter: "But weaving and dyeing is not easy, you have to think about it." Man is a strange animal, sensitive to sadness more than happiness, and easily bound by morality, even saints are not exempt from vulgarity. Kong Feili, you have to think carefully and weigh carefully, between weaving and dyeing and revenge, what should you choose. ”

Kong Feili took the letter, his hands trembled, and he kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" and then got up and left.

Li Yuanhao looked at the back of Kong Feili leaving, and smiled bitterly: "When did I start to deceive myself, this Kong Feili can't let go, and he must be going to Tai'an City." ”

Kong Feili took the letter weighing thousands of catties, climbed over the wall of the academy, followed the rugged path, returned to the town, looked at the familiar shop, he suddenly trembled, felt a little scared, did not dare to move forward, sat on the big stone in front of the door, he recalled the bits and pieces of the past, his heart was bitter, and finally he sighed long, felt the key under the stone, and gently opened the door of the shop.

Walking through the alley, into the small kitchen, gently lifting the stove, weaving and dyeing left him a warm meal, this is custom, although it is not certain whether Kong Feili will come back tonight.

Sitting in the alley, the steamed buns are in the mouth, the warm soup is in the stomach, maybe I can't eat it for a long time, Kong Feili eats very slowly and carefully, but there seems to be something stuck in his throat, which makes him breathless, he squirms his throat hard, swallows hard, and finally swallows the food mixed with tears into his stomach.

For a meal, he ate for a whole hour, cleaned up briefly, walked into the room, under the moonlight, the weaving body rose and fell gently, Kong Feili held the door frame with one hand, covered his mouth with the other hand and cried silently.

"Childe, is that you?" the blind girl was awakened, sat up slowly, and reached out to touch Kong Feili.

Kong Feili wiped his tears with his sleeve, stepped forward, and held the cold little hand of weaving and dyeing.

The quick-sighted blind girl stiffened, her shoulders trembled, she understood everything, and asked in a calm tone, "Are you leaving?"

In the dark, Kong Feili nodded.

"Well, Ori Dye knows, Ori Dye will wait here for Childe to come back. The blind girl said with a smile, reaching out and touching Kong Feili's cheek: "Hurry up and sleep, you have to leave tomorrow morning." The salute weaving and dyeing was ready, and it was placed on the third floor on the left side of the cupboard, and Childe knew. ”

Not only did she see everything, but she was prepared.

Kong Feili didn't speak, and hugged the weaving and dyeing tightly.

"Childe doesn't have to be sad, weaving and dyeing knows, on weekdays, Childe doesn't seem to care about anything, but he cares very much in his heart, the Kong family was destroyed, Childe's heart hurts the most, if such a big feud is not revenged, Childe will not be at ease in his life, so Childe doesn't have to worry, weaving and dyeing in the town is fine, and Brother Niu and Sister Xiaochai take care of it, weaving and dyeing can be. Weaving and dyeing raised his little hand and squeezed it hard, cheering for Kong Feili.

She's always been so understanding.

Kong Feili slowly closed his eyes and said in his heart: "I'm sorry, my weaving, I'm sorry, my wife, my dearest person." ”

Speechless all night, Kong Feili snored, pretending to be asleep, looking down at the person in his arms, tears unconsciously moistened his eyes, the sky was getting brighter, he got up in his clothes, picked up a firewood knife, squatted in the small courtyard to chop wood, he had never done these things before, they were all weaving and dyeing to do, he just needed to read and write, but for Kong Feili, what is the use of reading and writing, he didn't know, weaving and dyeing let him do this, he did this.

The sound of knives chopping firewood resounded in the small shop, echoing for a long time, with resentment, sadness, and unwillingness.

Kong Feili suddenly remembered the days of exile in the early years, the two lived in no fixed place, night fell, they hugged each other and slept in the City God Temple, once desperate, the two discussed countermeasures, acted separately, and then converged, that was the first time the two separated, after a lot of hardships, Kong Feili escaped, and went towards the meeting place with palpitations, but his heart suddenly trembled, he was not sure whether the weaving and dyeing escaped, and he was not sure whether the meeting place was safe, so he chose to leave, did not go to the meeting place, he gave up the weaving and dyeing that depended on each other。

Three days later, the tormented Kong Feili came to the meeting point, and in the mess of flesh and blood flying everywhere, weaving and dyeing was sitting there with blood, and it was also at that time that weaving and dyeing were blind, Kong Feili hurriedly ran over, and the weaving and dyeing who could no longer see thought that the enemy was coming, and raised his knife to slash. Kong Feili said "weaving and dyeing", and the blind girl was stunned, relaxed, and collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly getting up, Kong Feili picked up the burden he had prepared a long time ago, pushed open the door of the small shop, Wen Zhiqian had been waiting for a long time: "Brother Kong, we can choose a day to leave, we don't have to do it today." ”

Kong Feili had red eyes and a cold face: "No, I'll leave today." ”

If you don't leave today, you won't be able to walk again, so he took the lead and walked out with firm steps.

In the shop, in the dark, weaving and dyeing touched the flat little belly with one hand, with tears in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Little flying carp, we are here waiting for your father to come back." ”

At this time, Kong Fei suddenly stopped, as if he had some spiritual feeling, glanced back at the small shop, gritted his teeth, turned his head and continued to move forward, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Li Yuanhao, who had not slept all night, appeared at the foot of Yuelu Mountain, and saw the small tailor shop from a distance, in the morning mist, like a lonely person, the door panel of the small shop was gently opened, the weaving and dyeing exposed his head, and a basin of water was splashed on the ground in front of the door, and then he moved a Mazha, sat in front of the door, holding a bowl of rice porridge in his hand, tidied up the naughty black hair on his temples, drank a mouthful of rice porridge gently, and looked up to "look" into the distance.

Smile like a flower.

The first rays of the morning sun shone on this little man, white and bright.

In an instant, Li Yuanhao's heart was clenched by an invisible hand, and tears fell like beads with broken threads.