He was slightly stunned, but he was relieved in an instant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it is a fox demon, it is not impossible to break through the heavy guards under the top of the mountain without alarming anyone.

"You~"

I wanted to say something, but suddenly I couldn't remember it, so I opened my mouth in embarrassment and wanted to speak.

"You want to ask why I'm here?"

The woman turned her head and asked with a smile.

Long Night nodded.

"I was so bored that I heard that the national temple was very smart, so I came to take a look. ”

I said.

As for why he signed in to the top of the mountain where he lived alone instead of the temple in front of the mountain, Changye did not ask, but led the woman to the grass hut shaded by trees.

I stopped, my eyes were hot, and I almost burst into tears.

This Qing peaceful residence is obviously the appearance of a thatched cottage.

At the first sight of Qing'anju, I was stunned for a moment, thinking that I had returned to Luobei and returned to the old hills. It seems that the next moment, Ah Ye on the empty bluestone will raise his head.

"Is this where you live?"

Changye heard the woman's soft voice with a slight tremble, and couldn't help but glance sideways at the woman beside him. But the smoky gray veil hung down, and she couldn't see her expression clearly in the long night.

"Heh~" I chuckled, collected the emotions on my face, and pretended to be calm: "I've walked too far, I'm a little thirsty, can I rub you to drink a cup of tea?"

"Please—"

The fragrance of tea is lingering.

Long Night watched as the woman picked up the teacup and reached into her hat.

After a long time, I put down my teacup and asked Changye softly, "Can I visit here?"

Long Night raised his eyes and looked at me.

I didn't explain much, and stubbornly waited for him to answer.

However, in the three or five rooms, apart from the scripture collection room and the meditation chamber, there is only a room for hospitality and a bedroom for long nights.

The scripture room is the kitchen of the thatched hall, the underworld is the house where I originally lived, and the room where I lived in the long night was the house where he originally lived.

If you go back in time, the scenes can be overlapped one by one.

It's like a thatched cottage many years ago.

My heart was in turmoil.

Eventually, I walked to the underworld and stopped to close the door.

Leaning against the door, he whimpered silently, and put his hand on his chest, where there was a painting of Ah Ye.

Once again, the feeling of pain spread from the bottom of my heart.

I remembered that not long after Ah Ye left, I had no intention of seeing the painting, and I realized that it was too late.

It is barren, and the people who are in pain are in pain.

Tuk Tuk –

A series of rhythmic knocks on the door brought me out of the past.

I wiped my eyes and opened the door.

Long Night Standing Outside the Door: "Wind Girl....."

Before the words of the long night could be spoken, they were stuffed with a long thing.

"That's what I'm asking for. ”

After saying this, the door closed again.

Long Night took the long thing back to his room.

This was his house, and he should have been displeased when the woman came as a guest and turned him away as a host, but in fact, he did not have any dissatisfaction. First, it was because his state of mind had been cultivated to a certain level, and secondly, he didn't know for some reason, as if no matter what the woman in front of him did, he would follow her.

The painting was slowly spread out, and he took the paperweight and pressed the four corners, and after a long night of looking at it, he was stunned.

This-

Is this the painting that her husband painted in his last life?

Three or five thatched halls, hung with old and faded red lanterns, hidden in the verdant forest, there is a mountain stream next to the door, and there is bluestone in front of the door. The yard is full of lush plants and flowers, and it is full of life.

The pomegranate blossoms bloom at the same time, like clusters of brightly colored torches, and a few of them hang down, revealing a few long stamens stained with pollen next to each other. There was a chaise longue under the tree, and a woman in red was lazily lying on the chair holding a scroll, and a little yellow bird with innocent eyes was dancing on the arm of the chair.

Other than that, there are only two words on the painting.

Hometown.

After reading the painting, Long Night closed his eyes.

Hometown, hometown, is this what the wind girl tosses and turns but still can't let go?

Along the way, gradually get acquainted with it. She insisted that he change the wind benefactor to the wind girl, and he changed her name according to her. Now, the title has gone from unfamiliar to familiar and easy to pronounce, and I can never forget it again.

In my mind, I compared this painting with the appearance of Qing Anju one by one, and found that if you cut down a few trees around the courtyard, expose the open space, and hang old red lanterns, then Qing Anju is the appearance of the painting.

The bluestone, the three or five grass houses, and even the height of the pomegranate tree are almost the same.

Is there really such a miracle in this world?

For the first time, Long Night had doubts.

Night was falling, and there was only a simple futon in the underworld, and after a long night hesitating for a moment, he took out the quilt from the wooden box and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open.

The moon came out of the black clouds, and the clear light leaked down, and when the door was opened, the moonlight seemed to rush indoors.

In the moonlight, there was a woman with long silver hair.

Her face was cold, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be reddish after crying, which made the whole person exude a charming and melancholy atmosphere. A pair of dark eyes looked at him quietly, and the words that he had thought of for a long time suddenly became a little indescribable.

He just handed the quilt to the woman, and turned to leave. Although his steps were still the same size, they were a little faster than they used to walk and fall as they used to. Ordinary people can't see it, but these slight changes have never appeared in him.

For the first time, he had a feeling of being deserted.

For the first time again.

It seems that after meeting this wind donor, many of his firsts have been broken.

For example, women are not close, such as giving birth to difficult doubts for the first time, and for example, being flustered to behaving out of manners.

I don't know why for the long night.

He went back to the house and closed the door.

Studied but cannot comprehend.

He just thought that the underworld was empty, so he sent her bed and quilt to keep her warm. He even figured out the wording.

Wind girl, it's cold, pay attention to your body.

Then he handed her the bedding, bowed and left.

This is the duty of the master.

Why was he flustered?

Perhaps, the moment the Wind Maiden opened the door, he suddenly noticed that she had taken off her hat.

All along, the two got along, and the wind girl wore a hat to cover herself tightly, and over time, he got used to this kind of wind donor. Who would have thought that today she suddenly took off her hat and revealed her true appearance.

The appearance of the fox demon is very outstanding, but the face is dry and boneless, and in the eyes of the long night, there is not much difference between the quality of the skin. After all, it is a handful of loess.

Why, then, was he speechless?

Probably because I'm not used to it.

Long Night attributed the cause of his upset to this.

The next day, he knocked on the door in the long night, but there was no answer for a long time.

He opened the door and saw that the chamber was empty, and there was no one.

If it weren't for the folded bedding in the corner, Long Night would have thought he had a ridiculous dream.