The wardrobe was filled with clothes from unknown sources, and Yan Ling couldn't move the contents at will, so she took out all the clothes in her baggage and stacked them neatly on the stool next to the bed.

This time, when she went out, she basically didn't bring any nice clothes. All the clothes in that bag are coarser and darker, but relatively speaking, this kind of clothes are not easy to crease, so they don't have to hang up, and now it just fits her dilemma of "no place to hang clothes".

Yanling rolled up her sleeves and pushed open the hidden window to ventilate. The autumn breeze pours in, the empty mountains and valleys are sunny and beautiful.

Yanling leaned on the windowsill, bracing her cheeks and looking at the scenery in the distance, quite emotional.

The rope life is the magic of the thorn - after two years, now she and He Jianshuang live next door again, it is all ape dung! This seems to be no different from the past, but the scenery in front of her is very different from Yanshan, and she has already changed.

And she had to think about how to get along with He Jianshuang. To be honest, except for the unfamiliar period when she just met, she never felt that she couldn't get along with He Jianshuang. The two have always gotten along well, relaxed and pleasant. However, after a short period just now, Yanling realized that the previous way of getting along no longer worked.

Alas, I don't know how long I can stay here. She also thought it through, from now on, let's start to mend the relationship with He Jianshuang - not to say that it is to make amends, and it is not just to please him for the sake of the plot, but because of the long and continuous thoughts and feelings in the past two years that have driven her to do this.

Subconsciously told her that no matter how much He Jianshuang changed, he would not really hurt her. Therefore, she can be apprehensive, she can be confused (?), but she doesn't need to be afraid of him.

In fact, He Jianshuang's request for her to stay in the Tianxiao Sect is also very much in line with her - because there are not only He Jianshuang here, but also Chu Yiheng, Mo Rui and others, only by staying with these people can she see the changes in this world as soon as possible.

Moreover, He Jianshuang is mixed up to this level as his little follower...... Uh, no, it's a little guy, Yanling naturally doesn't have to do those things of chopping vegetables, washing and farming, and even the food is sent to the mountains. Therefore, all her time only needs to revolve around He Jianshuang and follow the rumor. Aside from the fact that Kamitsu has become cloudy, elusive, and seems to have a tendency to run towards the fine division, it doesn't seem difficult, does it?

Isn't it just a little girl? Yanling looked at her tender white palm, slowly clenched her fist, and said in her belly - she really doesn't believe that she can't do it□!

After packing up everything, Yanling also sweated, so she changed into the clothes she brought. After pushing the door out, I found that the courtyard was empty, without a trace of human voice. Obviously, He Jianshuang probably went out for something, and his door was still wide open.

Since the door is open, and there is no one, that means that she can be allowed to enter, right? Yanling touched her neck and walked in lightly.

In front of the windowsill, the place where He Jianshuang had sat just now was already cold, and he thought he was leaving early in the morning. The crossbow in his hand was gone, and Yan Ling walked around the table twice and looked around the room. Behind the screen is the bed, and the books on the sandalwood table are stacked neatly, which should have been cleaned up by He Jianshuang himself.

Suddenly, I felt that this room was empty, but it was cold, without a trace of warm life. He Jianshuang never let people get close, that is, he once lived in this room by himself for two years.

The environment of the south peak of Yueming Mountain is very quiet and suitable for life. However, if you live here, there is no one to talk to, and this seclusion becomes an unknown loneliness and loneliness.

Thinking about it like this, Yan Ling's mood became heavy in vain, and there was a faint hint of distress.

I don't know how he spent the first few days after suddenly leaving the Artemisia Mountain Sect where he had lived for several years and just coming to the strange Tianxiao Sect, when he had no relatives or friends?

After pacing for a moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind - she had nothing to do if she was idle anyway, so she might as well start doing something that a little girl should do.

The first thing that Yanling thought of was to dry the quilt!

She strode over to the bed. He Jianshuang's bed was neatly packed. Yan Ling curiously touched his quilt gently, it felt soft and dry, no stains, and very clean. She was in a good mood and hugged the quilt, buried her face in it and sniffed deeply, and she could still smell the faint fragrance. Suddenly realizing that she was a bit crazy with this action, Yanling hurriedly turned around and went out.

There is no bamboo frame for drying clothes in the courtyard, but next to the courtyard is a large viewing platform facing the valley, Yanling wiped the marble railing with a rag, hummed a song and dried the quilt on the sunny railing. Then, she roughly cleaned He Jianshuang's room - she said roughly, because He Jianshuang's room was actually very clean and there was nothing to do.

Speaking of which, it is obviously next to each other, and her room is very bright, and it looks like a girl's room. However, the tone in He Jianshuang's room was rather dark. Yanling went out to pick a bouquet of flowers, added some water, and inserted it into a vase in He Jianshuang's room. In this way, this room is much more lively.

After a busy day, it was already noon. Yanling touched her stomach and felt a little hungry. He Jianshuang hasn't come back yet.

So what...... He couldn't have forgotten that she was still here, would he? (=_=)

I was about to go down the mountain to forage for food, but a few small figures appeared at the end of the mountain road, which were the ones I had only seen this morning. Behind him were two children about the same size as him, who were walking this way with the food box in their arms, until they came to Yanling.

Yan Ling: "......"

Hey, this is child labor, right?(╯"□′)╯(┻━┻.)

Liduan handed the food box half his height to Yan Ling, and said crisply: "Sister, your lunch." ”

Yan Ling squatted down in flattery and took the food box, which was quite heavy. Glancing at the three of them, she smiled and said, "Are you calling the dueling right? Thank you." ”

The two hammerhead boys at the back of the break looked at Yanling's bright smile blankly, and instantly blushed.

Lijie shook his head and said in a milky voice, "No thanks." ”

Yan Ling opened the lid, and the food was full of color and fragrance, but it was obviously the amount of a single person, so she touched her chin and asked, "Who asked you to bring me food?"

Liduan said honestly: "Senior Brother He." ”

"Do you come up to the mountains every day to deliver food?"

"No, Senior Brother He often doesn't eat here, and only occasionally eats in the room before he has to send it over. ”

"So, will you get tired of running up the hill like this?"

The three children looked at each other and said in unison: "Don't be tired, this mountain road is not half as long as the road we practice every day." ”

Yan Ling: "......"

Sure enough, it's a child, answer whatever you ask, Yan Ling blinked, decided to get a little word from him, then raised her chin, motioned for them to look at the room where she lived now, and asked, "Lidu, do you know who lived in this room before?"

Lidu shook his head and said strangely: "I haven't lived there." ”

Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, and said with a frown: "But there are a lot of clothes in it." ”

"I don't know, because Senior Brother He never lets people in. ”

This is strange, could it be that the clothes were left by He Jianshuang's previous guests? Yan Ling said curiously: "You mean, that room is only for you Senior Brother He to enter?

The boy with the bun in the back suddenly said weakly: "Before Senior Brother He came here, there was no one in this courtyard. If there was anything in there, it must have been put in by Senior Brother He. ”

Yan Ling: "......"

- Ah, ah, according to that, those girls' clothes, shoes, and jewelry, were all bought and put in by He Jianshuang? Who did he buy them for......? But could he have known that she was going to come here before he knew that he was coming? If he didn't know he was coming, why did he buy so many things?

Yanling grabbed her hair, almost defeated by her own strange conjecture. That's it, it seems that these children don't know anything, so I will have the opportunity to ask He Jianshuang again in the future. Thinking of this, she touched the round heads of the three children and said gently, "Okay, I know." ”

The three children took their leave, and except for the oldest one, the other two children turned back three times in one step, and peeked back at Yanling with pink cheeks, while going down the mountain with their little short legs. The pace was light and windy, and the three of them soon disappeared at the end of the road.

He Jianshuang was not there for an afternoon. In the evening, three other children came to deliver the meal.

Yan Ling took the food box with a black line, and slandered - this is really child labor!

As twilight rose, Yanling took out the dishes in the food box and put them on the table. With a flick of the fingertips, a warm and brilliant flame takes shape between the fingers and falls lightly on the candlestick. The dimly lit room suddenly glowed warmly.

Under the candlelight, Yanling suddenly felt that the flowers picked back in the morning were not very good-looking, so she took out the flowers again and put them in her arms to fiddle.

When He Jianshuang, who was cold, came back, this scene came into view.

Just now, he walked alone on the dim mountain road, and the cold autumn wind puffed up his wide robe, rustling coldly.

Ahead is where I have lived for more than two years. It's empty, devoid of human fireworks. For him, it was just a place to stay, without any meaning or sense of belonging. I went back to sleep every day and left the next day.

Even for meals, he will often stay at the bottom of the mountain, although he is also alone, but immersed in the lively crowd, there is always no uncomfortable taste, it is better than facing the four black empty walls.

However, tonight, with his excellent eyesight, he saw the warm light coming from his room from a distance, and he was stunned.

In the past two years, no one has ever waited for him there, let alone expected him to return. He's used to it, too. And the spring and autumn seasons spent in Yanshan when I was young, those warm memories have been separated for too long and too far, and they are so far away that they seem to come from the previous life.

It is said that people who are forced to freeze to death by the cold will see the illusion of warmth that they crave the most before they die. For two years, he had no idea what the difference was between himself and the dying man—when he dreamed back at midnight, he was tossing and turning alone in an empty room, sleepless, and he began to wonder if those years were all he had in his fantasies. A moment ago, it was the girl's delicate smiling face, the warm and soft body thrown into his arms, and even the warm whispers and sensational breath in his ears, which made his heart surging in his dreams, and it was difficult to resist the urge to grab her, only kissing her delicate red lips frantically and pecking at her white and smooth neck...... Then he woke up a moment ago, and suddenly realized that there was actually nothing around him, only a shadow, empty-handed himself.

It is precisely this contrast, like a fire burning, like ice gradually freezing, that makes it more painful.

Every moment, he wanted to rush back, tied up, imprisoned, and firmly controlled by his side. If she says something she doesn't want to hear, she just plugs her lips like in a dream, and only lets her red lips make the sound she wants to hear. If she fell in love with someone, he wouldn't back down, just take her away according to his own wishes. If anyone dares to touch his most important person, which hand touches, he will cut off which hand of the other party, and he will not hesitate to kill people, and Buddha will not hesitate to kill Buddha.

The man he desires—it must be his, and it can only be his.

However, reason told him that he still had to do, and that he had now reached a critical time. Moreover, there is a group of people behind him who are relying on him, just seeking revenge for the Takikyo religion. He must not be so unproductive, and leave at this time because of his children's personal feelings.

Emotionally tormented, intellectually restrained, and so on, two years passed.

No one would know, not even Han Liu, who was closer, - in matters related to her, he had already been twisted to the extreme, knowing that he was terminally ill, but he didn't want to change it at all.

He just waits for the end of this side of the matter, and then he will bring people to him. I didn't expect ...... The person who appeared in his dream every night actually came to the front of him by himself.

Now that she was in front of him, she didn't think she would let her go.

When he stepped into the threshold with this in mind, he was greeted by a slender back.

The man seemed to be fiddling with something with his back to him, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head. She held a bouquet of flowers in her arms, and the light of the candle flame danced on her beautiful face, and she said with a sunny smile, "You're back." ”

He Jianshuang was shocked in vain, and his breathing was a little faster in vain.

The long-lost heat and the warm smell of fireworks in the world seemed to melt his frozen limbs.

Yan Ling naturally didn't know what he was thinking, so she hurriedly put the flower down, very dogleg (Yan Ling: ...... He set up his chair and said with a smile, "Come on, come on, come and eat." ”

Seeing that He Jianshuang was still standing still, Yanling did not flinch, raised her eyebrows, stepped forward, grabbed the hand under his sleeve, pulled him to the table, and said without refusal: "Sit down and eat." ”

Her hands were white and soft and silky, but He Jianshuang's palms were full of rough calluses formed by holding the sword for many years. I don't know if it's an illusion, she felt that when she touched it, He Jianshuang's hand trembled.

Sitting down at the dinner table, He Jianshuang had already packed up all his emotions and ate slowly and methodically, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Shui takes turns. Two years ago, she hid a lot of secrets, He Jianshuang couldn't see through her mind, and she was clear about the development trajectory of the plot, so He Jianshuang at that time was a blank sheet of paper in front of her.

Now, two years later, the situation has been reversed. The change of the plot is beyond the scope of her prediction. He Jianshuang has also become elusive, she can't see through it, and she can't use the advantages of the known plot to know He Jianshuang's thoughts, so she can only guess his mood by feeling - fortunately, it is quite accurate.