"Changhai, stop!" Wang Xunyi scolded, so that Qian Changhai had to put down the long sword in his hand, and he himself was quite puzzled, Wang Xunyi sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and said nothing. It was as if he didn't want to see the woman in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, you still came, and in the end I still didn't hide it from you......" Wang Xunyi said helplessly, opening his eyes as he spoke, and the person who caught his eye was the old mother when Wang Xunyi took An Duyu from the Qinglou.

When the old mother heard this, she was surprisingly calm, but sat next to Wang Xunyi with a calm face. Seeing that these two people knew each other, Qian Changhai also put away his sword and sat aside.

But a long time has passed, and neither of them has spoken, and the old mother's expression is clearly waiting for Wang Xunyi to say something, in order to clearly say something about An Duyu, but Wang Xunyi has no meaning to say at all. Always sit upright in the chair and say nothing.

In the end, it was the old mother who spoke first, and she tried her best to ease her mood and only said two words: "Twilight rain ......".

When he heard this name, Wang Xunyi's face twitched clearly, a trace of discomfort flashed between his eyebrows, and his lips trembled slightly, and he was about to speak.

But his words and deeds were seen by Qian Changhai, and Qian Changhai understood that Wang Xunyi didn't want to deliberately remember what that night looked like, let alone describe it himself. This will only be another blow to Wang Xunyi, and another reason to make Wang Xunyi uncomfortable.

Just when Wang Xunyi couldn't resist the old mother's interrogation and was ready to say it from his mouth, he was about to speak, but Qian Changhai interjected stiffly: "Old man, this matter is so ......"

Listening to Qian Changhai tell all the information about the situation of the day and place, Wang Xunyi couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. Compared with saying it himself, it does make people feel better when they say it by others, but compared to it, it is still the same pain, the same uncomfortable, and the same unacceptable.

After learning this, the old mother was naturally difficult to accept for a while, her face was bleak, her eyes were full of tears, and the child she raised by herself followed others all of a sudden, and after leaving, she suddenly said that it was gone, although she was not her own biological child, but the feelings that came over the years were also very precious, and no one could accept this situation.

The old mother sat on the chair, trying to hide her grief, but her movements, her expressions, and the sound of her crying had completely exposed her discomfort.

Qian Changhai wanted to step forward to comfort him, but was stopped by Wang Xunyi. He deeply understands that at this time, he can only get out of this hurdle by himself, and with the intervention of others, it will make him more painful, and even hurt himself, so this time Wang Xunyi stopped Qian Changhai, he just hoped that the old mother could come out of the pain by herself. After all, the Si people are gone, and all we can do is look forward and move on.

Sure enough, after a long period of time, the old mother gradually calmed down her mood and reorganized her affectionate demeanor.

"This is not to blame you, there is a providence in the dark, and I have seen too many of this kind of things, when I was young, I entered the Qinglou like the twilight rain, and the sisters around me whether they were in the Qinglou or outside the Qinglou, there were also many sisters who died of incense, I thought that when I was old, I would not be surprised by this kind of thing. But I didn't expect that after learning what happened to Twilight Rain, I would still be touched in my heart, I thought that she would live a safe life after following you, but I didn't think of it, I still can't escape this troubled world...... Alas...... "The old mother's language reveals endless gloom and desolation, bright and bright in front of people, but behind it is countless desolation.

After Wang Xunyi heard this, he also sighed, showed helplessness, walked to the door of the hall, and looked at the heavenly way of the outside world: "My master told me on the day I went down the mountain, in this troubled world, none of us can escape, no matter what kind of person you are, as long as this troubled world is not over, you will not be able to escape this troubled world in this life......"

"I'm getting married tomorrow, so please come and be a witness when the time comes!" Wang Xunyi added a plea.

The old mother did not answer, but nodded silently, agreed to Wang Xunyi's request, and then left the mansion, leaving her thin back in the vast snow. Heavy Bufa trampled on the heavy snow, making a slightly viscous sound, walking alone on the sparsely populated streets, accompanied by a heavy snow of goose feathers.

Wang Xunyi and Qian Changhai stood outside the hall, looking at the back of the old mother leaving, and the cold wind blowing on the cheeks of the two actually made people feel a little painful.

Maybe it's not that my cheeks hurt by the wind, but that the air is so cold that I breathe it into my body, and it's so cold that I feel painful.

When you look at the snow at different times, you always have a different feeling. A snow that does not fall endlessly, winter indifference. The snow is beautiful, but it's cold, so cold that it makes people feel distressed.

The two were feeling in the corridor, and a woman hurriedly tiptoed behind Wang Xunyi, and a few meters behind him, called Wang Xunyi's name.

"Seeking!" the woman shouted.

The two of them looked back, both of them were directly frightened, they were directly stumbling, and the two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, both of them were stunned, speechless in surprise, and even their bodies were trembling slightly.

Unexpectedly, An Duyu appeared in front of the two of them unharmed.

"Changhai, Changhai, I'm not mistaken!! Dusk Rain is !! here," Wang Xunyi said in surprise.

Qian Changhai was so frightened that he didn't know how to answer, so he had to nod his head again and again, unable to show any other expressions except for fright.

The person who appeared in front of the two of them was clearly An Duyu's appearance, but the strange thing was that the woman in front of her was dressed and didn't want An Duyu and her height was not the same, which was more suitable for the woman's hands in front of her Compared with An Duyu's hands, compared with the two, the former was much rougher, as if it was because of the perennial work.

At this time, Wang Xunyi also gradually recovered his mentality and said: "You're not Duyu, right? What's more, my Duyu will never call me that." ”

Hearing that Wang Xunyi took a moment to recognize herself, the woman no longer argued anything, but turned around and removed something from her face.

When he turned around, it turned out to be the previous female subordinate, Yaf. And it turned out to be the portrait of An Duyu that she had made herself, and put it on her face, plus the distance, the two of them suddenly saw Yafu wearing the canvas and mistook her for An Duyu. But if you get closer, you may be recognized by Wang Xunyi at once.

"Na!" Yafu presented the canvas in his hand in front of the two of them, and the surprise of the shallow Changhai naturally did not need to be said, compared with Wang Xunyi, who saw the portrait on the wall in the room that night, it was only surpassed. He almost looked like a ghost just now.

And Wang Xunyi, who took the canvas, was even more excited, this time compared to the portrait on the wall that day, Wang Xunyi could be closer to her, and could be more intimate with her, Wang Xunyi hugged the canvas tightly in his chest, so that she could completely feel her heartbeat.

Wang Xunyi knelt on the ground, looking at the canvas in his hand, tears couldn't help but fall, tears fell on the canvas An Duyu's eyes, wet the corners of her eyes for a while, and fell homeopathically. It looks like An Duyu in the canvas is crying with Wang Xunyi, which is so moving.

That night, Wang Xunyi didn't sleep all night, he sat on the chair all night, accompanied by the faint candlelight, in this cold winter, holding the canvas of An Duduyu, quietly admiring, just appreciating.

That night, in Wang Xunyi's room, Wang Xunyi's own whispering voice could always be heard, which were what Wang Xunyi wanted to say to An Duyu for so long.

And all these every move was seen by Yafu and remembered in his heart. She stood cautiously outside the room, listening to what Wang Xunyi said inside.

That night, Yafu heard the experience of Wang Xunyi and An Duyu, the first intersection, the first meeting, the first conversation, and the first kiss......

All these things came out of Wang Xunyi's mouth, and they turned out to be so enviable to Yafu.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was already dawn the next day......

And on this day, some people rejoice, some people are sad, and some people are helpless......