At the end of my life, go to Huangquan Road again.

Back at the Soul Building, Situ Que went straight to find Yue Xunlou.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I'm really a little worried about him.

I still remember that before this reincarnation, he had some awkward trouble with Yue Xunlou, and I don't know if he was still angry with himself.

"Looking for a building!" Situ Kui pushed the door in directly, but in addition to Yue Xunlou in the house, there was also a living person, and the two were sitting by the window, drinking together, talking and laughing.

Situ Yu was slightly surprised in his heart, and paused by the door.

I have known Yue Xun upstairs for a hundred years, and this is the first time Situ Yu has seen him talking and laughing with others. In Situ Lu's impression, Yue Xunlou has always been widowed and lonely, and rarely gets close to people. When they first met, it was Situ Kuo who pestered him with a dead face, and he was impatient, so he pretended to be a little offended. It was astonishing to see how pleasantly he was talking to this stranger now.

Situ Kuo looked at the living man, dressed in white, very handsome, sitting with Yue Xunlou, very pleasing to the eye.

"Presumably this is Brother Situ, right?" Without waiting for Yue Xunlou to answer, the man stood up and smiled: "I often hear Xunlou mention you." My name is Dentu Kaling......"

Situ Yu burst out laughing, and felt that this was not polite, so he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry." ”

Dengtu Jialing said helplessly: "Ninety percent of the people who hear my name are Brother Situ's reaction, I have long been surprised. However, I still want to state that although my surname is Dengtu, I am by no means a Dengtu. ”

Situ Yu smiled, did not answer, turned his head to look at Yue Xunlou, but saw him pouring himself a drink, as if he didn't know his savings.

Situ Yu's heart couldn't help but darken, thinking that he was still angry with himself.

Dengtu Jialing said with a smile: "Brother Situ, let's have a drink." ”

Situ Yu was about to answer, but he heard Yue Xunlou say lightly: "He is not good at drinking." ”

Hearing this, Situ Kuoqiang smiled and said: "Yes, I'm not good at drinking, so I won't disturb your Yaxing, goodbye." ”

With that, Situ Kuo closed the door and came out, and went back to his room dejectedly.

In the next few days, Situ could hear the sound of drinking and chatting next door every day.

For some reason, Situ was a little depressed.

After a few days of boring staying, he planned to go back to the world.

Before leaving, he wandered in front of the door of Yuexunlou for a while, listened to the two people talking happily, and finally did not go in to say goodbye, but turned around and left.

***

The desolate ancient road is like blood and remnants of the sun.

In the distance, a man staggered along.

Look at his description, he has passed the age of standing, but his posture is upright, his face is handsome, and he implies majesty, which makes people dare not look at it.

The man carried a heavy sword of dark iron on his back, without complicated carvings and carvings, and blunt and without a blade, but it faintly made people feel that it was not ordinary.

Behind the man, a young boy of five or six years old followed.

The boy's clothes were ragged, and his little face was dirty, but if you looked at his facial features, they were all exquisite, like a fairychild.

In the depths of winter, he wore only a thin shirt full of patches, the shoe on his left foot seemed to have been lost, and his bare little feet had been cut several times on the gravel-covered road, and blood mixed with dust had pasted on the wounds.

The boy didn't feel the pain, and followed the man in front of him, for fear of losing it.

The man staggered, his body swaying, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The boy trotted over and stretched out his hand to help him, but the man turned his head to look at him, not angry, and the boy timidly withdrew his hand.

The man said coldly, "Don't follow me anymore, or I'll kill you." ”

The boy lowered his head and remained silent.

The man walked forward, and the boy deliberately took a few steps behind before trotting to follow.

At the end of the road, there is a pond.

On the edge of the pond is a simple wooden house.

The man pushed the door open and slammed it shut.

The boy stared at the wooden door for a moment, and raised his little red hand to the door, but he didn't dare to push it open.

He sat down on the threshold, hugging his trembling little body and curling it up.

It was getting dark quickly.

The cold wind was howling, and the pond was covered with thick ice, so it was very cold.

The boy still cowered in front of the door, with his head in his lap, as if asleep.

It seemed to be dreaming again, and whispered: "Mother, it's so cold, hug Yun'er...... Mother......"

The closed wooden door behind him suddenly "creaked" open, and the man stood pale against the door, looking at the boy at the door.

Finally unbearable, the man bent down and picked up the boy, as if he had touched the wound on his body, and his expression was extremely painful.

He turned back and went into the house, closed the door, and put the boy on the inside of the bed, and the man lay down on him.

There was only some hay on the bed, not even a bedding.

But without the torture of the cold wind, the boy slept peacefully.

The man was lying next to him, his face extremely pale, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips, as if he had been seriously injured.

The boy still felt cold, instinctively looking for a source of heat, and as soon as he turned over, he touched the man's body.

The boy nestled into his arms, finally feeling warm, and a smile appeared on his little face.

***

When the first rays of sunlight shone in, the boy woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the man's face close at hand, and the boy was startled, and immediately withdrew from his arms and shrank into the corner.

The man was still asleep peacefully.

The boy looked at him fixedly, and suddenly laughed.

The boy crept up to him and whispered, "Dugu Sheng......"

The man who was called Dugu Sheng seemed to be unconscious and still asleep.

The boy mustered his courage and called again, "Daddy......"

It was the first time in his life that he had uttered the word, and his whole heart was shaking. He didn't get any response, but he was still very happy.

His father is so good-looking, and the appearance of his father is like a mold carved out.

The boy reached out and tried to touch his face, but the tentacles were startled.

It's hot! Feverish!

The boy's heart tightened, and he shouted: "Dugu Sheng! Wake up! Dugu Sheng! Wake up! ”

Dugu Sheng didn't react at all.

The boy was sure that he was not asleep, but unconscious.

The boy jumped out of bed past him and ran out the door with a tub.

When he came to the pond, he picked up a stone and threw out an ice hole, scooped out a basin of water, and hurried back to the wooden house.

Putting the wooden basin at the head of the bed, the boy took off the clothes on Dugu Sheng's body, and a bloody oblique wound appeared on his strong chest, which was shocking.

The boy soaked the towel, wrung it out, and carefully wiped the blood from around the wound.

After a while, a basin of clear water was dyed red with blood.

The boy went to change another basin of water and began to wipe Dugu Sheng's whole body, strong chest, tight waist and abdomen, and slender limbs.

After about five or six basins of water, the high heat on Dugu Sheng's body slowly subsided.

Only then did the boy put his mind at ease, lit a fire in the middle of the house, and dried Dugu Sheng's sweat-soaked clothes before covering him again.

Then he ran to the pond and caught a fish, entrailed it, and roasted it over a fire.

When the fish was cooked, Dugu Sheng also woke up.

The boy put the fragrant fish in Dugu Sheng's hand, glanced at his face, and silently turned out.

"Stop." Dugu Sheng said hoarsely: "Come here." ”

The boy walked back timidly.

Dugu Sheng handed him the fish and ordered, "Eat." ”

The boy muttered, "I don't ...... Don't be hungry, you eat. ”

Dugu Sheng said coldly: "Don't let me say it a second time." ”

The boy didn't want to make him angry, so he obediently took it, tore off a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, put the rest of the fish in Dugu Sheng's hand, and said, "You can eat a little too." ”

Dugu Sheng ignored him, endured the pain of the wound and got dressed, and asked, "Name?" ”

The boy swallowed the unchewed fish meat in his mouth and said, "Zhu Qingyun." My mother calls me Yun'er. ”

Dugu Sheng got dressed, tore off a large piece of fish meat, and rudely stuffed it into Zhu Qingyun's mouth, saying, "Why follow me?" ”

Zhu Qingyun puffed out his cheeks and chewed the fish with difficulty, hanging his head and not making a sound.

Dugu Sheng said impatiently: "Answer!" ”

Zhu Qingyun trembled with fright, and a pair of glass eyes were already full of tears.

Dugu Sheng shouted: "Don't cry!" ”

Zhu Qingyun hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "I didn't cry, my eyes were smoked." ”

Dugu Sheng looked at him and asked again, "Why follow me?" ”

Zhu Qingyun raised his eyes to look at him, and when he met his sight, he hurriedly lowered his head and stammered: "Because ...... Because...... You're me...... My dad ......"

Dugu Sheng said: "Who sued you and I am your father?" Your mother? ”

Zhu Qingyun said: "No...... No one sues me, but I just know, you ...... It's my dad. ”

Dugu Sheng was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not your father." ”

Zhu Qingyun lowered his head and was silent.

Dugu Sheng said: "Don't call me dad, do you hear?" ”

Zhu Qingyun nodded.

Dugu Sheng said: "Have you eaten enough?" ”

Zhu Qingyun nodded.

Dugu Sheng said: "Go and get a basin of water." ”

Zhu Qingyun went out with a wooden basin.