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is not in the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes are all his legends.

These are the two extremes, and it's like Duan He and Wood.

The Lord of the Wood Valley was like a master who lived in seclusion, so much so that when the Lord of the Wood Valley said the name of Mu Yichen, Duan He was stunned for a long time, and finally shook his head lightly.

Mu Yichen re-acquainted himself with Duan He with an embarrassed face, and at the same time knew about this place called Xiaoyao Valley. The scenery here is very good, and there is only one passage to the world. In addition to being secluded here, it was still secluded, so secluded that Duan He couldn't determine which city this valley was near after staying here for a long time.

"Actually, I used to be a little famous." I don't know if it's to alleviate the embarrassment or what, Mu Yichen said something like this.

Duan He smiled and did not speak.

"What are you going to do next?" Mu Yichen said again.

"Are you bothering me?" Duan He asked rhetorically.

"If you want to stay longer, you are welcome here. It's just that we need to build a grass hut together, and I'm not interested in sleeping with a man. Mu Yichen laughed.

Duan He smiled and thought about it again, he slept in that grass hut by himself these days, and he didn't know where Ju Siliang and Mu Yichen lived.

"You don't have to have a thatched hut, just bring a small room outside your room." Duan He replied.

Mu Yichen nodded, which was regarded as a promise.

A fresh breeze blew slightly, and the entire valley was still green. The trees are dense and the flowers are all kinds of colors, and it is already late autumn, but the scenery here is still like summer.

"You're good enough to find such a good place. If I had lived here earlier, I am afraid that I would never have gone out again in my life. Duan He said.

"But if you don't go out in this life, there won't be so many animals to eat, and there won't be so much food to make wine."

Duan He glanced at Mu Yichen, this sentence was very vicissitudes and very realistic.

A person's vicissitudes never appear on the surface, even if he is ragged and wrinkled, he can only be regarded as a poor person. The vicissitudes of life have their own vicissitudes of life, and every word and deed is full of stories. Thinking of the sentence just now, 'I also used to be a little famous', Duan He couldn't help but secretly look at Mu Yichen twice.

The two of them stood for a while, and then began to pack up some things around and pile them near Mu Yichen's grass house. So next to Mu Yichen's simple grass house, there was a simpler and smaller grass house.

It is said that it is a grass house, but it is more like a shelf made of grass and wood. The two of them tried their best to get it right, but the whole house still looked crumbling. Both of them are very superb in martial arts, but they don't know anything about building a house.

In the evening, Ju Silian returned to the valley with wine and meat as usual. It has been like this these days, Mu Yichen has been refusing to go out in the name of needing to protect Duan He, and has pushed everything else on Ju Siliang. As a result, this generation of miracle doctors has become an errand runner, and his daily job is to buy food and vegetables. Sometimes Ling Li and Yuechan would come over with food, and Ju Siliang always had to sigh at the two little girls about his own difficulties.

On weekdays, Ju Siliang is always elated when he comes back, and spending other people's money is a pleasure, and these days Mu Yichen has paid for wine and meat. But when Ju Siliang came back today, he was a little flustered, and his face was not good-looking.

Although Gu Siliang's city government was sufficient, Duan He still saw the clues.

"Divine doctor, what did you encounter when you went out?" After serving the wine and food, Duan He poured a glass of wine for Ju Siliang.

"It's nothing, it's just a rush back and forth, a little tired."

Ju Siliang drank the wine in the cup, which was a perfunctory sentence. Seeing Ju Siliang's expression, Duan He knew that this matter could not be asked, so he had to give up.

In the silence of the night, Mu Yichen finally returned to his thatched hut, and he didn't know how many comforts he felt. Duan He arrived in a new room, the whole house was crumbling, and it was difficult for Duan He to lie down too peacefully. And Ju Siliang, but he didn't know where to go.

I don't know if Ju Siliang didn't return tonight, or if he did it every night. Recently, Duan He has spent almost all of his time in bed, and many things have been difficult to judge.

This night, the wind was screaming. The wind outside was delicate, but it made the whole grass hut shake a little. The chaotic smell of flowers and plants permeated the house, and after staying for a while, Duan He decided not to sleep and walk in the valley for a while.

Walking out of the room, the bright moon outside was shining brightly. The moonlight is extremely mild, blending in with the scenery in the valley.

Duan He casually found a small stone platform to sit down, and the moonlight sprinkled on his body like that, which had a different artistic conception.

The sky is slightly leaning against the moon and staring

Fangluo stone steps dyeing flower platform

I woke up from a dream and didn't know how the wind would rise

The remnant sword shattered the dream and turned cold in autumn

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Duan He had just finished reciting four lines of poetry when he suddenly remembered a slight footstep behind him. You don't need to look back at Duan He to know that the person who came was Mu Yichen.

"I'm not very talented, that's all the poem, just hello, why don't you add another name to this poem."

"Okay."

Mu Yichen accepted the invitation, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and said, "It's better to call it "Ink-stained Remnant City"." ”

"Good name." Duan He smiled slightly and said, "I just don't know why, you think of the ruined city?" ”

"Broken swords, broken dreams, broken cities, and people die. I tried my best to protect it with my last bit of experience, and in the end, all I had left was a miserable night and a cool autumn, and that's it. Mu Yichen sat down beside Duan He and said softly.

The two men sat together admiring the moon, each thinking about their own things.

"Have you decided that from now on, you will never be like this again?"

"Well, I'm tired."

"But you haven't stepped into this river and lake, created some momentum, met some things, some people, some people who are like people, these are all experienced in the rivers and lakes. If you haven't experienced this, why are you tired? Mu Yichen asked.

"The rivers and lakes are silent, for example, our conversation at this moment is the rivers and lakes. I said I would retreat, but it would be difficult to retreat. There is no such person, there is no such person as a human being, but there is a little story, how can it not be considered an experience? Duan He replied.

They sat there and said no more.

A night passed like this, and after the wind blew outside for a while, Duan He and Mu Yichen each went back to their rooms to sleep.

Such a bridge will reappear again at night many years later, but Duan He doesn't know it, and Mu Yichen doesn't know either.

The moon was still lonely in the sky, and it didn't know how lonely and cold the moonlight it emitted at this time was, making it difficult for the earth to return to late autumn.

Winter has arrived.

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