Glen!

Quiet and deep!

It's no different here than it was three years ago.

The crystal clear lotus pond, as lush as the bamboo forest of the past, Duan Chen remembered that there would be a flower garden when he entered from here, and further on, he would see a small hut, where Han Yuqi used to live.

On the lotus pond, the exquisite and elegant pavilion was still there, and Duan Chen was sitting in it at this time.

In the small pavilion, there is a table, in front of the table, there is a chair, and on the table, there is a guqin.

I don't know if it's often cleaned, but this pavilion is spotless.

"Boom!"

A crisp piano sounded, Duan Chen plucked the strings lightly, and then, an elegant and atmospheric piano sound echoed in the valley.

Three years ago!

Here are two people, playing the piano and dating.

And now, things are not people, and they are separated by yin and yang, and there will never be a day of goodbye.

The sound of the piano curls, rises, changes, and finally disappears, as if it had never appeared.

As soon as the song was gone, the melancholy in Duan Chen's heart was like the sound of the piano just now, and with time, it began to spread endlessly, but the good luck without the sound of the piano will only accumulate more, and will never dissipate.

Tears fell, dripping on the piano.

Heartache, grief, all emotions can be seen clearly.

The heart, like a teardrop, was shattered to pieces.

In three years, Han Yuqi will never be forgotten because of the time period, but with the deepening of time, it will become more and more intense, and finally it will not be able to dissolve.

"Good piano method, the sound of the piano reveals desolation and atmosphere, this kind of piano art is by no means something that ordinary people can play!" An exclamation rang out.

Duan Chen didn't look back, because he had already heard who it was, although he hadn't seen him for three years, he still remembered this person vividly.

"Sorrowful, good! Talk about it! ”

The visitor took a step forward and came to a place not far from the small pavilion, looked at Duan Chen above, his eyes were puzzled, and said, "Whether you are sad or not, it depends on the person who listens!" ”

Turning around, Duan Chen looked at the person who came, and sure enough, it was him.

When Duan Chen turned around, the man's eyebrows furrowed, and the doubts in his heart were like clouds of smoke, which did not dissipate for a long time. He asked, "Who is Brother Tai, and why did you come to this remote place?" ”

Duan Chen said: "Then I can ask, who are you, why can't I come here?" ”

The man said, "Because I'm the master here, do you think I can't come here or not?" ”

"Master!" Duan Chen snorted coldly and said, "I only remember that the owner here is a woman named Han Yuqi, if your guess is right, you must be her brother." ”

Indeed, the person who came was Han Yuqi's brother, the young head of the Hanchen faction, Han Jijun!

was guessed out of his identity, Han Jijun was a little unconvinced, because the person in front of him, he really hadn't seen it anywhere, but it was so similar to the person he guessed, when he turned around but it wasn't, he asked at the moment: "Brother Taiyansheng, can you tell me the name of Gao?" ”

Duan Chen said expressionlessly: "It's me who forgets love!" ”

Han Yujun's brows furrowed again, what kind of relationship did this person have with Duan Chen, and asked, "Do you know an old friend of mine?" I guess you're here because you have something to do with him, right? ”

Duan Chen said indifferently: "Old friend, who?" ”

Han Jijun raised his eyebrows and said, "Duan Chen, Duan Chen who fought against the Daomen of the world three years ago!" ”

Duan Chen sneered, "Are you his old friend?" Why didn't I hear him mention it, he only said that he had a friend, and that was Xiaoyaozi. ”

Han Jijun was not moved by this at all, and replied: "Although he doesn't regard me as a friend, but I regard him as my own in my heart, since you have come here and met him, you must know his whereabouts, can you tell me?" ”

Duan Chen said directly: "He's dead!" ”

The breezy words seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It is true that Duan Chen is dead, but what continues his life is forgetfulness, if you want to forget your feelings, you have to forget them completely, otherwise it will backfire.

But can you forget it?

Han Jijun, he remembers this character clearly, a murderer who killed his own sister with his own hands, an irresponsible brother, this is Duan Chen's comment on Han Jijun.

So when Han Jijun said that he was his friend, he was so resistant.

An unkind and unrighteous person wants to be friends with him, to Duan Chen, it is an insult to him, a great insult.

Hearing that Duan Chen was dead, where could Han Jijun be able to believe it, he was suspicious in his heart, and asked in his mouth, "Is he dead?" ”

Duan Chen's eyes were cold, and he looked at Han Jijun silently, as if asking rhetorically: "Dead is dead, you think I'm lying to you!" ”

Seeing the other party's eyes and his hateful tone, Han Jijun finally knew the reason, and a sense of guilt rose in his heart, if it wasn't for that time...

Thinking of this, Han Ji couldn't help but feel sad, and sighed: "At that time, he was indeed dying, but I thought that he would never leave with a great fortune, but I didn't expect him to abandon everything so ruthlessly!" ”

"Haha!"

Duan Chen laughed loudly and said loudly: "Joke, he has nothing, but what he should have has has been taken away by you alive, and now you say that he has abandoned everything, it's really a big joke." ”

Han Yu seemed speechless and replied: "Maybe you only know one and don't know the other, if at that time..." ”

wanted to stop talking, Han Jijun was also entangled in his heart, who would not be in pain with his biological sister, but his father's good intentions could not be seen by others.

Duan Chen asked, "What about Han Yuqi's grave?" ”

He came here to mourn Han Yuqi, but he never thought that Han Yuqi would come here, so he asked this question.

The former house is gone, and now it is a pile of loess.

All the flowers are there, everything is there, but the people are no longer there.

The valley with Han Yuqi is beautiful, moving, and comparable to fairyland.

And now, the Iraqi people are gone.

Everything here is not so beautiful, not so moving, the sky is gloomy, let it be colorful, let it be clear and green, let it be quiet and elegant, it is no longer in the eyes of Duan Chen.

All he saw was a pile of loess, and all he saw was a beautiful and gentle figure.

Everything, whether it stops at this moment, the heartbeat, the time, and the thought.

Stunned, looking sadly at the pile of loess that can never be considered good-looking.

Although she is the daughter of Hanchen, this tomb is not as extravagant as it was repaired, only a simple tombstone, which is vaguely engraved with "The Tomb of the Beloved Daughter Han Yuqi"

Where can Duan Chen tolerate it, killing his daughter with his own hands, but the tombstone still has to be erected in his name.

As if he was crazy, he rushed up, lifted the tombstone with one hand, and threw it into the lotus pond.

"What are you doing here?" Han Jijun rushed up violently, ready to stop it, but it was too late, only to hear the sound of "dong", and the tombstone slowly sank into the lotus pond.

Duan Chen's red eyes stared at Han Jijun without moving, and said coldly, "Do you think it's right to write like this?" ”

Han Yu looked at each other with his eyes, and replied coldly: "This is my family's business, who are you?" How dare you do such an unjustified thing? ”

Duan Chen sneered and said: "Hear clearly, I was entrusted by Duan Chen to come to visit Han Yuqi, I know clearly about the matter between him and Han Yuqi, if it weren't for you to get in the way, maybe now Duan Chen has been flying with Han Yuqi, as an elder brother, you have killed your dearest sister and the person she loves, are you still qualified to say anything?" ”

Han Jijun was indeed speechless, yes, because he really didn't have anything to say, maybe he couldn't say that Duan Chen had passed away, which was an indelible fact.

Duan Chen no longer paid attention to Han Jijun, and with a wave of his hand, a tree next to him was broken, and with a few waves, a wooden board appeared in his hand.

Biting his finger with his hand, a stream of blood flowed, Duan Chen waved his hand, and a row of blood-red words with strong strength appeared on the wooden board. "Duan Chen's wife, Yuqi's tomb."

Seeing that Duan Chen had finished doing this, Han Yan stopped talking.

Duan Chen said: "Let's go, I still have something to do, I don't want to be bothered by others." ”

Han Ji was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Duan Chen said coldly: "Duan Chen asked me to guard Han Yuqi's grave for three days before he died, so I don't want to be disturbed by you, and after three days, I will leave." ”

Han Yujun was curious, what was the relationship between this person and Duan Chen, although he was somewhat similar to him, but after careful identification, it turned out that it was not Duan Chen, but looking at what he did, his personality was also very similar to Duan Chen, no wonder they were so good, this may be the same smell.

But now that he is asked to leave, he is a little embarrassed in his heart, seeing that he speaks and acts strangely, if he leaves, will he do anything out of the ordinary, at that time, even if his father is also the head of Hanchen, he will not be able to settle this matter, the mystery is known to two people, one is him, and the other is Han Shuo.

Duan Chen said again: "I told you to leave, and in three days, you will come again!" ”

Han Jijun was puzzled, and forcibly resisted the idea of telling the truth, and said: "I advise you not to do anything out of the ordinary, otherwise the situation will be difficult to clean up." ”

"What is out of line?" Duan Chen asked.

"Yuqi has been gone for three years, I hope you don't bother him."

"Haha!" Duan Chen laughed loudly, and the desolation in his heart was even worse, Han Yujun said this because he was afraid that he would not be able to dig a grave, although he missed Han Yuqi to the point that he couldn't do it, but he couldn't do this kind of stupid thing, after all, the other party was the person he loved the most.

"He loves her more than you, and he can think of more things than you, I won't do such a despicable thing, and Duan Chen won't allow me to do it." Gritted his teeth and said this, no longer paying attention to Han Jijun, his heart was already surging, if it weren't for Han Jijun here, where would he hold back his tears.

Han Jijun was relieved, as long as the other party didn't do anything out of line, then what would it matter if he left.

Thinking of this, Han Jijun turned around, glanced at Duan Chen's back, and slowly walked towards the outside of the valley, leaving behind all but doubts.

Sensing that Han Ji was far away, where could he hold back a wipe of tears, and the sadness that had been suppressed for three years flowed out.

At this time, he seemed quiet, without the impetuousness when he came, and his body walked along the grave, he was tired and wanted to sleep.

Quiet, no one to disturb, a good night's sleep.