The sky was getting darker, and the distant sun was dissipating its last rays, the moon was so bright, and the starlight was so cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Du Guangwu looked at it stupidly, and after a long time, Fang asked softly, "She...... My own mother, is she always wearing a ...... ...... A green moon white dress?"

He spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of breaking something, with caution.

That green moon-white figure was the most tender corner of his memory, and it had soothed his young heart in countless cold midnights.

That was almost the only memory he had left.

At this moment, he is like holding the treasures he has treasured over the years to the front of people.

Juehui stared at him compassionately, and after a moment, she slowly shook her head: "Girl...... loves to wear yellow clothes, and when Shiro was young, the girl often sewed yellow clothes for Shiro to wear. Girl...... I've never worn a green moon and white clothes. ”

The expression on Du Guangwu's face slowly cooled down.

He grinned.

Choked in his throat, he couldn't spit out a word.

He opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, like a dying man, desperately sucking in the warm air mixed with the mountain wind.

It turns out that this is the real pain.

Unspeakable, unclear, like maggots attached to bones, like shadows. The pain spread from the depths of his heart, instantly filling his entire body.

He finally grinned.

How ridiculous, that vague memory, it turned out to be wrong.

The only figure in his life, which he regarded as a treasure, turned out to be just a ridiculous fallacy.

Looking at the sky in the west, Du Guangwu finally laughed out loud and burst into tears.

He was an unfilial son, and he didn't even remember what his biological mother looked like.

The smile on his face gradually distorted and turned into a hideous one.

Damn it!

He deserves to die!

And those people, even more damned!

Looking at the sinking sky in the distance, Du Guangwu's distorted expression slowly calmed down.

yes, damn it, indeed.

He won't let go of any of those people!

Du Guangwu thought lightly, his eyebrows and eyes calm.

He raised his head and looked at the western sky, the corners of his lips curled slightly, evoking a faint smile of unknown meaning.

The desire to destroy something was extremely strong at this moment.

"When you borrow power, you borrow power".

He thought that he finally understood the true meaning of Mr. Tanglin's words.

He turned to Juehui, and his gentle voice seemed like a mountain wind, washing away all uneasy emotions, leaving only tranquility and composure: "I want to ask, where is the border pass in western Liaoxi, bhikshunis...... Do you have acquaintances?"

Juehui raised her head and looked at him in a daze for a while, her eyes flashing slightly.

"Liaoxi......" she murmured, and for the first time there was some indescribable emotion on her peaceful face, which seemed to be excited, and then sad.

The border pass in western Liaoning is the place where the Huan clan flows.

"Yes, Liaoxi. Du Guangwu said, and there was almost no expression on Zhou Zheng's face.

He dusted off his robe for a long time, and his demeanor was uncomfortable, except for those indifferent eyes, which were deeper and calmer than before.

The mountain wind blew again, and there was a "rustle" sound in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves flew in all directions, as if a green rain had fallen, washing away everything that happened in this forest.

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The time series soon shifted to July, which is the rainiest season in Da Chen.

"July days, rainy days, clogs, it is difficult to apply wax. ”

This is a great Chen folk proverb, that is, this month is never rainy, and you must go out with clogs. However, this proverb is not suitable for Chen Guo in the thirteenth year of the Middle Yuan Dynasty.

The drought continues throughout the country, and there has been no rain in Shangjing for four consecutive months.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, day after day. The air was getting drier and drier, and the trees on the side of the street were wilted by the heat, and the soft leaves hung on the branches, and the green was so green that they seemed to be unable to withstand the heat and smoked the old verdant old.

Qin Su sat on the edge of his chair boredly, looking at the sky outside the window.

The sky was a little overcast, as if it contained rain, but the air was dry and hot, and the feeling of heat became more and more intense than the scorching sun.

It's clear that it's early autumn in July, but it's still like it's summer.

"Girl, do you want some tea?" Ah Ju's courteous voice came, shattering the dullness and boredom in the room.

Qin Su turned his head to look at the teapot on the case, and waved his hand weakly: "Pour it." ”

"Yes, girl. Ah Ju answered, took a few steps forward and poured tea for Qin Su, and for a while, the room was full of the sound of tea entering the lamp.

"Why hasn't Ah Ghost come back yet?, has he made an appointment with you?" Qin Su picked up the teacup, slowly took a sip of lukewarm tea, frowned, and put the teacup down again.

The tea was bitter and astringent, and I don't know what year it was aged tea, even if it was the jar of aged tea that Lin gave at the beginning, it was a hundred times better than this tea.

Ah Ju didn't notice Qin Su's dislike, she carefully put the teapot on the side of the table, and Fang stepped forward and whispered: "I made an appointment with Ah Ghost, girl, please rest assured." In a moment and a half he should have come. As she spoke, she took a few more steps forward and leaned over the window to look out.

Looking out the window is the old street of Yushu Hutong, and when you look down from the two-story building, there are few pedestrians on the road, and it is empty.

It was a hot day, damp and stuffy, and no one wanted to come out and walk around at this time. And this elm alley is also an old street, located in the southwest corner of the capital city, the place is a little biased, not as lively as the area of East Laifu Street, at this time it is the silence of a street.

Ah Ju stretched out her hand and pulled a few elm leaves leaning at the window.

The reason why this alley is called Elm Hutong is because the alley is full of elm trees, and there is a big one next to the small building, which looks like it has been quite old, and the leaves of the tree are fat, just covering most of the windows, even if someone looks up from downstairs, they only see the leaves, and no human figures.

This place was chosen by Fu Peng himself. Now it seems that the location of this private room is indeed good, which is easy to observe and unobtrusive.

Qin Su was worried in her heart, but when she saw that Ah Ju in front of her was still plucking the leaves, she shook her head and said with a smile: "That's it, don't keep picking the leaves of the tree, it didn't provoke you, in case you pull it off, people can see you from the first glance downstairs." ”

"Ouch, I didn't think of that, girl. Ah Ju hurriedly confessed, and the person had already taken two steps away from the window, tilted half of his body, and looked down.

Seeing this, Qin Su shook his head again and bent his eyes.

This little lady's rules are really unbelievable. However, looking at it from another angle, this is also very good, Ping Su looked at Ah Kui and Ah Mei's serious appearance, Qin Su was almost tired of seeing it, it was rare that Ah Ju was innocent and unchiseled, but it was also interesting.

"Come here, let's talk. She beckoned to Ju.

"Yes, girl. Ah Ju said in response, and walked over from the window and stood in front of Qin Su.