For the immature boy who had secretly promised at that time, maybe it was a trivial thing to add one or two new clothes that were ordinary to ordinary people, but it was this ordinary trivial matter, I don't know how much sweat the young man had to shed, and how much flattery he had to get in exchange.

Who will pay attention to the young man in cloth sitting on the threshold in the dilapidated alley, the young man who often sits on the threshold and looks out with his knees crossed, whether this small figure has a wish as small as him.

There may also be a few naughty children who notice this old alley and run into it with great interest. The child who ran the fastest among those people saw Yi Tianyun sitting on the threshold, and then recalled that when the elders scolded him, he threatened to say that he was going to throw himself away, and then saw that the gentle smiling face that was originally sitting on the threshold also changed shape, and the dark door of the house became a monster with teeth and claws.

No matter how much shouting could not scare away the smirking boy on the threshold, in the end, the most daring young man took the lead and ran to Yi Tianyun and shouted. A few children behind him nervously witnessed this feat and then dispersed, as if they had completed a great deed that should be recorded in history, and they could boast about it for a while in the future.

The boy who was always grinning and smirking just patted his pants and ran back to the hall without saying a word, but sweat was already oozing from his hands that were clutching the corners of his clothes, and the boy who was still smiling with a sour nose just cared about the sugar skewers in their hands, and he had promised to save up money to buy them sugar skewers.

Then I read the book "Orphan life, orphan child life, life alone." Something like that, it's just a smile, at least he still has them to rely on, and that's enough.

The young man who sat on the threshold and smirked, the young man who held the long sword and determined to the world, all of this was precipitated in the sword shadow in the past three years, and turned into a loud sword echo in the world.

Please come to see the mountains and rivers in this world, countless lakes, seas and rivers;

Please come and taste the world's wine and sword, and countless beauties are smiling.

When the heart is unhappy, there should be a sword to call it happy, and when the world is uneven, there should be a sword to calm its unevenness.

It was night, the sword intent was soaring to the sky, and in the whirlpool of sword intent, Yi Tianyun suddenly remembered everything before.

All the emotions flowing in the eyes of the smirking young man suddenly lingered in his heart, and the anxiety, anticipation, those small wishes, and the grinding all converged into a sense of pathos at this moment, blocking before the sword intent of Kuaizai.

The young man who could only giggle turned out to be sobbing next to the futon, and Yi Tianyun, who gritted his teeth and resisted the cold sword intent, turned out to be so fragile.

Everything was so small before this sky-rushing sword intent, just like the lonely young man at that time, all this history was like a vain dream, gradually disappearing and invisible.

The sound of the sword gradually slowed down, and the whistling sword intent finally fell, and Yi Tianyun closed his eyes and held the sword in the main hall, and there was no qi at all.

The old man turned and sat back down in front of the candle flame, and there was also silence.

The main hall was extremely quiet for a moment, and even the night breeze around the beams no longer made a sound.

Suddenly, someone asked the young man's heart, and a sentence flashed in Yi Tianyun's ears.

Then another voice came, contemptuous.

"How dare you?"

A high-pitched voice asks what the road ahead is, and a voice of vicissitudes murmurs that everything is empty.

Countless voices filled the ears, extremely noisy, and at this moment, countless melancholy surfaced in front of me, accompanied by noisy sounds.

Yi Tianyun's eyelids twitched, and her breath was disordered.

A childish child's voice suddenly came from this noisy voice, and the voice was shouting to cowardly ghosts, and it was not enough again and again, stabbing into Yi Tianyun's heart.

Yi Tianyun clenched the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and read the sword move.

"Ten years, drunk dreams, twenty years, lonely smoke and thin horses..."

The noisy voice echoed again, Yi Tianyun recited the sword move, and after reciting the sword move, the noisy voice followed closely behind, and followed suit.

The voice in Yi Tianyun's mouth gradually grew, and the memories in his heart became turbulent, and for a while, a vermilion portal stood up in his heart, which was extremely dazzling.