Confusion can sometimes be extremely confusing and uncomfortable.

Duan Chen is very uncomfortable now, what is uncomfortable is that he doesn't know where to go, the world is so big, there is no place for himself, sad!

After accompanying Lan Yu to play in the town for a day, he knew that Lan Yu was feeling a little tired before returning to their residence.

Night!

Slowly, slowly, people came down unconsciously.

There was a strong feeling lingering in Duan Chen's mind, that is, going to Pingyao Mountain, but how to face the master after going up, facing Long Xi, facing Long Xi and Long Nian, who were good to him and couldn't find flaws.

After a hard struggle, Duan Chen still couldn't bear it, since he wanted to go back and have a look, then go back and have a look, as long as they didn't let them see it.

Thinking of this, where did Duan Chen hesitate, while Lan Yu was meditating and resting, Duan Chen immediately left.

Pingyao Mountain.

It was still as quiet as before, and Duan Chen was standing ten zhang away from the bamboo house at this moment.

Everything here is so familiar, everything is so warm, back here, there is a great touch in my heart, it is really like running in and then asking in front of Long Yan clearly, asking him if his identity is the son of the witch sect leader, and then Long Yan told him firmly that it is not, and then he will live in Pingyao Mountain. And then live this kind of ordinary and fulfilling life with these relatives.

Duan Chen's breath was all gone, and all he released was Lingxiu's qi.

If he hadn't done so, then he might still be a hundred feet away, and he would have been discovered by Long Yan.

The aura on his body has been rich enough to completely cover the aura on his body, this is all the credit of gathering aura in the spiritual land for three years, if he had been before, he would definitely not have the opportunity to go to Pingyao Mountain, because he would be discovered once he came up, but before his identity was clarified, he really didn't want to see Long Yan.

His body was suspended in the air, Duan Chen floated towards the hut like a ghost, and the aura did help him a lot, so Duan Chen was not discovered by Long Yan, who had high mana.

The living room, where he used to eat with his master and three senior brothers and sisters, now, there are some voices coming from inside, it is Longyan master and apprentice dining.

Duan Chen's heart was excited, it had been three years, and he had not seen his relatives for three years. Duan Chen really couldn't help the feeling of longing, he really wanted to step in, and then said loudly: "I'm back!" ”

What kind of performance will they have in this way, will they be happy to lose their jobs one by one, and will pounce on him and hug him and cry, although the latter Long Yan and Long Nian will not do this, but Long Xi and Long Xin can't tell.

Three years, depending on what it is for, some things will be too short, if there are certain things, those three years can destroy a person not like a person.

The chest rose and fell sharply, and a tear slowly fell down Duan Chen's cheek, and his relatives were in front of him, but he couldn't recognize the kind of pain that he couldn't recognize, who had ever experienced it.

The discomfort and grief are indescribable.

Resisting the urge to cry, Duan Chen slowly floated to his room.

In front of their own house.

Here, it is still the same as three years ago, the door curtain was made by Long Xi with bamboo for three months, exquisite and delicate, as soon as the wind blows, the door curtain will rattle, this is all Duan Chen begged Long Xi for a long time when he was a child Long Xi made for him.

The door is not locked, and on Pingyao Mountain, the door of any house is not locked, because it is not necessary.

Duan Chen tiptoed open the door, and suddenly, a faint fragrance came out, Duan Chen was shocked, what about this fragrance?

Right!

That's right, this is the fragrance on Long Xi's body, faint and fresh.

Duan Chen couldn't understand why his room had the fragrance of Long Xi.

Stride in.

Inside, taking advantage of the moonlight and his own cultivation, Duan Chen could see anything clearly.

In the past, Duan Chen's room was a mess every day when he got up, but when he went to sleep, it was neat and tidy, because of Long Xi.

There was nothing unexpected about Duan Chen inside, it was really spotless, the quilts were square, and the things in the house were very familiar to Duan Chen, because when he lived in the mountains before, everything was inside, and nothing was missing.

Even the quilt he used to sleep on, and the clothes he wore on the hanger.

Duan Chen looked around, and his heart was overwhelmed with relief.

However, when I looked at these things carefully, I was suddenly shocked.

Because, there are a lot of things out of thin air, such as clothes, his own clothes because Long Xin loves him, he knitted a lot of them, but now, it seems that there are obviously a lot more clothes in the hanger, and the color and style are completely different from the clothes he has worn before.

Also, on the bed, the quilt on the bed is indeed still there, but next to the folding quilt, how can there be a stack of fragrant quilts with a lotus flower, the pillow, originally it was just a single pillow embroidered with a dragon, and now, although the pillow is there, but it was put aside, and what occupies its position is a pair of double pillows embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, red and shiny.

In the center of the room, on the same table that was used in the past, there were pairs of teacups.

Duan Chen was messy, these things were unfamiliar, they didn't exist when he was there, and now how could these things appear here out of thin air?

"Oh!" Duan Chen suddenly realized that this was Long Xi's, yes, everything was Long Xi's, clothes, quilts, and the dresser next to the bed. Everything here, as long as it's not Duan Chen's, it's Long Xi's.

Duan Chen's puzzlement deepened here, why was there Long Xi's stuff here, didn't she have her own room? "Could it be that she moved in here after she left, it's not surprising, Long Xi was in love with herself back then, although she lived up to Long Xi because she was good with Han Yuqi, but she has always been a stubborn person, after she left, she moved in to commemorate herself, which is also completely normal, maybe in their eyes, I am dead."

Duan Chen thought so, because only by thinking in this way could he make the most appropriate explanation for all this.

Duan Chen stretched out his eyes to the box.

The box that Han Yuqi gave him a painting contained, and it contained what he thought was the most important.

Now he still remembers that the two things in it are the most important, one is the painting given to him by Han Yuqi, and the other is the grasshopper that Long Xi weaved with grass for him.

Leaning down, Duan Chen slowly opened the box that he hadn't touched for three years with his hand, inside, a shriveled grasshopper was lying quietly, and a smile seemed to hang on the corner of Duan Chen's mouth, this was Long Xi's.

There are not many things in it, except for the grasshopper, there are a few pieces of paper, in addition to the painting that Han Yuqi gave him, there are also a few paintings that he painted, and Long Xi and Long Xin gave him.

Just as he was about to make his next move, a small, golden-colored thing caught his eye.

Celestial Ring!

This thing that brought him nightmares, this was given to him by Yang Qingda, and he once wore it to the cold dust to snatch Han Yuqi, although it greatly increased his strength, but it still failed.

Thinking of this, a sense of melancholy rises.

Take it in your arms and let your mind run wild.

With his memory, Duan Chen successfully found the painting that Han Yuqi gave him.

The painting is still as white as ever, without a trace of gray and without any change.

In Duan Chen's mind, Han Yuqi's gentle face flashed, but when he thought of the sad gaze when she died, Duan Chen couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, his nose was sore, and a tear flowed out again.

When a man sheds tears, it is really time for grief.

With a spread of hands, the painting of a white Liangji sitting on the grassland with a vast grassland and a white Liangji sitting leisurely on the grassland was opened.

Duan Chen seemed to think of the scene when he and Han Yuqi were running across the grassland, how beautiful and romantic it was, but now, it was shattered by reality, and it was miserable.

Just as the painting was opened, a piece of rice paper slowly floated out of the painting like a snowflake.

Duan Chen was curious, looked at the piece of rice paper that fell to the ground, and carefully took the painting into his arms, today, he was going to take away these things that were very important to him.

Lean over and pick up the fallen piece of rice paper.

On the rice paper, a line of beautiful small characters lies quietly on it, and the words are written by a woman at a glance, gentle and delicate.

When eye contact,

Those delicate and gentle words were like a thunderbolt, cutting through Duan Chen's world, and exploded like thunder.

Duan Chen's legs were weak, his mind was blank, and his tears were like beads of broken threads, falling rapidly one drop after another.

The heart hurts, it breaks!

The night, it's so dark, but in Duan Chen's mind at this time, except for a person, a graceful figure, and a smiling face, there is nothing else, nothing.

Duan Chen saw it, and what he saw was a few shocking words, and what he thought of was the heartbreaking and irreparable past.

Duan Chen suddenly felt that the sky was so excessive, so teasing people, he didn't think about it anymore, didn't want to watch it anymore, didn't want to think about it anymore, but the scenes were like lightning before the storm in June, one after another flickering in his heart.

Guilt, hatred, incomprehension, grief, and different thoughts kept lingering in Duan Chen's heart, how unacceptable it was.

At this moment, he felt that nothing mattered, he didn't want to figure out his identity, he didn't want to practice the so-called spells that could make him immortal, and he could move mountains and reclaim the sea with a single move, he just wanted to run to the person who wrote these words to apologize to her and tell her what he wanted.

But sadly, sadly, sadly, infuriatingly, can he do that?

The answer is very clear, he can't.

I saw that under the moonlight, on the white rice paper like snowflakes, it was written:

"The husband is easy to go, and the wife will keep filial piety for you until the oil runs out, and I hope you will not be lonely on the long road!"

Signed: Long Xi

The word husband, in this room, in this place, is it not Duan Chen, or who is it?

Firm words, simple words, but the meaning revealed, but no one can hold back their emotions.

How incomprehensible it is for a woman to keep filial piety for a man who has not married her, and perhaps this will be scoffed at by the world, because they will find reasons not to do what they can't do, and it still sounds so real.

This kind of thing that no one can do and is unwilling to do, in their eyes, this is stupid!

But is it really stupid?